"Miss Yao, the wedding is about to start, the master of ceremonies wants to check the process with the groom, but he can't find anyone, and the phone can't get through, can you help me get in touch?"

"The master of ceremonies just asked, are you sure about the number of bridesmaids?"

"Which bridesmaid will come to the stage later to give a ring and a change of tea?"

A series of questions in her ears made Yao Jia frown slightly, slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw herself in a white wedding dress in the mirror in front of her, her eyes were stunned.

Didn't she die in childbirth?

How can it go back to the time of marriage?

The stylist standing behind Yao Jia saw that she was awake, stopped what she was doing, and handed her mobile phone, "Miss Yao, can you call Mr. Lu first?"

Yao Jiamu turned his head and glanced at his mobile phone before raising his eyes to look at the stylist.

"You say...... Lu Jinchen?"

As soon as these three words came out of his mouth, the pain that made people desperate to suffocate before death spread all over the limbs, and the heart and internal organs were all painful.

The stylist was stunned, "Yes, the wedding is about to start in ten minutes, and Mr. Lu's phone can't get through until now." ”

It really doesn't work.

Because he is now "busy" in the bed of her nemesis Li Wanqi, how can he have the time to answer the phone.

This is also before she died, in the delivery room, Li Wanqi showed her the video before she found out.

Yao Jia retracted her gaze indifferently, and after being quiet for a few seconds, she suddenly raised her hand to take off her hair ornaments, earrings, and hand ornaments, and finally took off the ring on her ring finger and put it on the table.

"Miss Yao......" The stylist was a little dumbfounded when he saw that the results of his busy morning work had been destroyed.

Yao Jia took off her high heels and stood up from the chair barefoot, "Don't worry, I won't let you return the money, you're off work now." ”

This is the top bridal makeup artist in Beicheng, with makeup for a day, the cost is 50,000 yuan, and the money has been paid in advance.

The stylist looked at the back of Yao Jia leaving, and his face was a little confused.

She's off work now? Won't wait for her to get home and then call her back? Do you dare to leave?

Coming out of the bridal dressing room, Yao Jia thought that the skirt of the wedding dress was too long, so she hooked the skirt to the doorknob of the hotel room door and continued to walk forward expressionlessly.

"Tear!"

The hem of the wedding dress was torn apart in circles, revealing her slender and fair calves.

The sound of the dress tearing was particularly harsh in the hallway where pins could be heard.

The voice also caught the eye of the man at the end of the hallway, and he pursed his thin lips lightly, and gently shook his fingers, and soot scattered between his fingers. He looked down, and after staying on Yao Jia's long, straight and good-looking legs for a few seconds, he looked away.

When she realized that the skirt was getting bigger and bigger, and it was about to reach the base of her legs, Yao Jia frowned and stopped.

The quality of this high-end wedding dress is so good that she can't tear it by hand, so she used this method, but the skirt is torn, but the place on the body that is connected to the skirt has to be broken.

Otherwise, she's going to be gone.

She looked around, looking for something sharp, but her gaze swept away, and her gaze fell straight on the man standing in front of her.

After seeing the man's handsome face clearly, her eyes were stunned.

Bo Lichen.

The heir of the Bo family, the first wealthy family in Beicheng, three years later, the medical device company he built will monopolize the national medical market and become the world's richest list. Someone has made statistics that more than 99% of women in China want to marry him, whether they are unmarried or married.