Crazy Games IN A WEDDING

Max's Confusion.

Max buttoned his shirt, looking at his wife who was drying her hair with a hair dyer. "Honey, I keep your new dress in the closet, last night's dress was dirty don't wear it anymore."

"Okay," Lyra answered at a glance, the woman resumed her activities.

"I wait downstairs, we have breakfast there. You want to bring food to the hotel restaurant for our kids?" max asked while wearing his Rolex watch on his wrist.

"No need, today's the afternoon filming schedule. After I get home from here I can cook for the kids."

"All right, I'm waiting downstairs, baby..." Max approached his wife and kissed her forehead.

"Yes." Yeah."

Max opens the room door and goes to the hotel restaurant, telling the manager to have the hotel chef prepare their best breakfast menu and arrange the table romantically. After talking for some time with the Hotel Manager, Max nodded with a satisfied smile. He walked towards the waiting room.

"Max, is it done?"

Max turned his gaze to the origin of his wife's voice, "Honey, is it over? But why were you still wearing the dress last night? I said your new dress in the closet." Confused ask.

"Ah, the new dress accidentally got wet with drinking water. It's okay, this dress is still good," the woman smiled widely.

Max doesn't want to bother him, he pulls his wife's waist, "Whatever you wear, whatever dress you wear, it'll always be pretty on your body."

"Wait here for a minute, the hotel manager is preparing a special breakfast meal for you." Max pulled his wife's body sitting with him. The man pulled the back of his wife's hand and continued to kiss her.

"Why don't you look at me, baby? Are you still ashamed of last night?" asked Max because his wife's face kept his head down if he looked at his wife often averted his eyes quickly.

"I'm just a little tired, sorry."

Max frowned, he felt his wife's forehead afraid of his wife being sick. "Your temperature is normal."

Max kept talking to his wife, occasionally laughing.

"Mr Max, the table is ready." The hotel manager came to them.

"A, Max. I forgot something, you go first I'll take it for a while," hurriedly let the woman go.

"Be careful, don't walk fast like that baby!" max shouted to see his wife walking in a hurry.

"Max, who are you talking to?" ask Lyra.

Max turned his body back, to his surprise, "Didn't you just leave? You said you wanted to take something?"

"Xixixi, are you struggling in the morning? I just came, let's go I'm hungry." Lyra held her husband's arm.

Max looked at the white dress his wife was wearing, he felt increasingly confused. Didn't his wife just wear a peach-colored last night dress ?

"Max, why daydream? Come on," Lyra pulls Max's body into the dining room of the hotel restaurant.

After the romantic fancy breakfast was over, Max continued to be confused. But when he saw the face of his wife who sparkled happily he no longer wanted to think about the strange that had made him confused.

When he arrived at Mansion Mike, the excitement of his little daughter Ainsley increasingly made Max throw his mind about the oddities in the hotel earlier.

"Daddy, did you manage to make a sister for me?" ask her innocent daughter.

Max's eyes widened in surprise, the romance of his face instantly turning grim, "Why ask like that, dear?"

"Said Brother Mike, last night you didn't go for a walk but went for a honeymoon to give a sister for me. Isn't that right, Mike?" ainsley's plain eyes were staring at his cousin.

"Um, why did you tell your Daddy? That's our secret, little girl." Mike Protests.

Lyra approaching her husband, no longer able to have a child is Max's current grief. She hugged her husband, "It's okay baby."

Mike looked at his Uncle and Lyra's gloomy face as well as their wet eyes. Did anything happen to Uncle or Lyra? Why did their faces immediately turn sad when talking about the child?