On the morning of the third day.

Su Qingyou let others dress her up, and although her fists were clenched tightly from beginning to end, she never made any resistance moves.

In the past three days, Su Qingyou did not receive any news from Bo Yuheng, and she did not ask him anything.

Perhaps what has supported her until now is her trust in Bo Yuheng.

Since she got up in the morning, there have been people around her who have been watching her, never leaving her.

"You guys go out first. ”

When Su Qingyou was sitting in the dressing room, she saw He Yichen open the door and walk in from the mirror, sending others away.

Su Qingyou just glanced at him and didn't look away, but didn't speak.

"You don't really want to marry this man, do you? Su Qingyou, what do you like about that person, or do you have broken eyes?"

After being silent for a while, He Yichen stared at Su Qingyou and spoke. There was sarcasm in his tone.

For Su Qingyou, he has always been resentful.

Despite her pretty, she was always stiff as a piece of wood when she was with him. In order to stimulate her, he looked for Qingwen, but he didn't expect to marry a man who was far inferior to himself now, he felt happy on the one hand, and a little unwilling on the other hand.

Su Qingyou heard that the wedding march had been put on in the auditorium outside, and said lightly: "The wedding is about to start, Su Qingwen should be coming in." ”

This sentence did not answer his question, but seemed to answer again. He Yichen's face suddenly changed and he withdrew from the room.

It didn't take long for the door to open again, and Su Qingwen walked in.

Su Qingwen grabbed her arm with a smile on his face and walked out with her.

"Sister, give up struggling, if you want to run, it's impossible. ”

She whispered in Su Qingyou's ear.

To outsiders, the sisters are close.

In fact, Su Qingwen held her hand and had already clamped her tightly.

Su Qingyou walked through the auditorium in silence and was picked up by his father into Liang Zihao's hands.

Bo Yuheng has not yet come.

She glanced at Liang Zihao, with a fat head and big ears, and obscene eyes, and the desperate mood two or three days ago gradually came up again.

It's already this time, will he still come?

Liang Zihao saw Su Qingyou, and his eyes lit up.

The master of ceremonies beside her began to read the wedding vows, "Mr. Liang Zihao, would you like to marry Miss Su, love her, be loyal to her, whether she is poor, sick or disabled, until she dies, are you willing?"

"I do. Liang Zihao said eagerly.

The master of ceremonies continued to Su Qingyou: "Then Miss Su Xiaoqingyou, are you willing to marry Mr. Liang Zihao? Love him and be loyal to him, whether he is poor, sick or disabled, until he dies, are you willing?"

"She didn't want to. ”

A cold voice, as always.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and they all looked in the direction of the person who spoke.

When Su Qingyou heard this voice, his heart was like a deer running wildly on the grassland.

The fawn ran so fast that her whole body burned like fire, and she couldn't hear any sound in her head.

It was as if the noise of the people around her had nothing to do with her.

She turned around slowly, and when she saw someone coming, she covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

It's Bo Yuheng!

He's really coming!

Bo Yuheng, dressed in a black dress and riding a white horse, crossed the crowd, and came to Su Qingyou amid their exclamations.

His extremely handsome face, his expression was indifferent, and his graceful figure crushed the presence of everyone in the auditorium from a height on horseback.

His appearance in the world, his look of treating everything as nothing, and his detached and cold temperament make him more than an emperor if not an emperor.

Many of the ladies who had come to attend saw him as if they had become his people, and they just stared at him blankly, looking at him with admiration and longing, as if they were worshipping the god's mansion.

"So handsome, who is he?"

"I'm going to pass out, he's like a prince charming!"

"He's Prince Charming!"

"Oh my God, he's not here to rob the marriage, it's so romantic!"

In the midst of everyone's discussions, he grabbed Su Qingyou's arm, lifted her lightly, and hugged her into his arms.