"Boom".

A deafening loud bang exploded in his ears, and Qiao Weihuan was shocked by the force generated by the impact, and his body slammed into the back of the driver's seat.

In a drowsy state, I heard Han Yirou's exclamation and the snorting of black beans.

Qiao Weihuan struggled to support her body and sit down, bent down to pull Han Yirou, who was half-kneeling in the car: "Is there any-"

"I'm fine......" Han Yirou rubbed her sore head, heard the words that suddenly stopped, and raised her head curiously.

The car door was slowly opened by the man, and a cold dark gray figure covered the sky.

Qiao Weihuan turned her head to avoid the obscure and deep night in the man's eyes.

"I'm giving you time, not for you to get married."

He Zhengxiao smiled and stretched out his palm slightly, with an elegant posture and an inviting tone: "Get off." ”

The fierceness and danger that are hidden but not revealed are delicate in his deep and magnetic voice.

Threatening her?

Qiao Weihuan lowered his face, turned around and slapped He Zhengxiao's hand away: "Mr. He, do you still touch porcelain with this identity?" ”

He Zhengxiao bent down and easily leaned into the car, his slender fingers gripping her slender wrist.

A small white hand held his arm to stop him from exerting force, He Zhengxiao chuckled and coaxed the cat to smooth his hair: "Don't make trouble." ”

The long tail note is inexplicably lingering.

However, in those unpredictable eyes, there was no temperature at all.

Han Yirou looked at He Zhengxiao, then at Qiao Weihuan, and finally looked at Fu Minglang in front of him.

Fu Minglang: The situation is not right, who is this person? It seems to be a little ...... with my sister Relationship?

Han Yirou: Old lovers meet...... You take your legs back first, don't look like you're hitting someone, and see how it goes.

Fu Minglang's eyes widened: Old lover?!

He stopped rushing out of the car, turned his head silently, and looked at his nose and nose as if he didn't exist.

In the back compartment, He Zhengxiao's powerful arm passed through Qiao Weihuan's leg and waist.

Qiao Weihuan didn't move, and smiled suddenly, "Why do you want to use me to show others, isn't it better to change to someone who is more obedient and not married?" ”

"I forgot, make some vulgar and bloody dramas to appear more real, at least in the eyes of outsiders, you seem to be very obsessed with me now." Qiao Weihuan clenched her fists, hooked the corner of her lips on one side, and her eyebrows were cold: "I don't know, what are you doing in City B, but I just want to be a little actor quietly, and I don't want to get involved in your mess, so stay away from me?" ”

He Zhengxiao's movements paused for a moment, he turned his head sideways, and the charming masculine aura spread out on her shoulders and neck.

"It looks like it's very miniature ......" He Zhengxiao's hand rested on the saddle seat, his slender fingers were beautifully shaped, and the other hand pinched Qiao Weihuan's small chin, forcing her to look at herself, "This is the conclusion you came to?" ”

"Otherwise, what else can explain your current actions?"

They met for the first time in China, and the Xie Sanye, Jiang Linchang, and Meng Yuande who were present were not ordinary people. What He Zhengxiao and they want to talk about will not be peaceful, and their relationship will not be as good as it seems.

After the incident happened three months ago, Qiao Weihuan did not call the police. She is a public figure, and if things get bigger, it will only make her lose face. But she went to check the identity of the mechanic, but this person seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no follow-up at all. He Zhengxiao appeared there so coincidentally because he sent someone to follow her. But he came too soon, like ......

It's like knowing that something was going to happen to her, so I've been staying around.

The killing machine in that circle has always been silent and invisible, but it is far more terrifying than the sword and sword. Shuttling in such a sea of bloody wind, those who survive will be tempered with fiery eyes and copper skin and iron bones.

Qiao Weihuan was fortunate to survive.

She won't think about herself amorously, He Zhengxiao likes her.

A more reasonable guess is that He Zhengxiao is using her as a cover to push her into danger with his own hands......

Qiao Weihuan looked at He Zhengxiao's gaze without dodging, and said word by word: "Mr. He, I really can't afford to play with you, you can change someone." ”

He Zhengxiao's brows furrowed, his eyes were deep and sharp, and the breath on his body was instantly cold. His fingers were forceful, leaving two dark reds on his fair skin, and his tense voice was cold and noble.

"You're playing with me, huh?"

This is the first time He Zhengxiao has revealed the danger he hides under his strength and grace, and the fierceness and domineering attack the woman in front of him overwhelmingly, making her face pale, but her dark eyes are always firm.

Qiao Weihuan held her breath, her lips pursed slightly, and her extremely tense nerves couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Han Yirou finally felt that something was wrong, frowned, and was about to get up to push He Zhengxiao and ask him to let go of Qiao Weihuan, but the man suddenly glanced at her.

The glance was neither salty nor light, but it made Han Yirou's heart froze, and he subconsciously froze his body.

His chin was released, and Qiao Weihuan leaned back on the seat with some unsteadiness and raised his eyes.

He Zheng suppressed his emotions, and the coolness of his calm face made him look as unkind as ever.

He raised his hand, closed the door, and walked slowly back to Maybahri with his long straight legs.

The engine sounded, and the intact Maybach walked away.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't stand it and softened, and suddenly collapsed on the saddle, panting for breath.

For a moment, she stopped breathing unconsciously......

Han Yirou hurriedly helped her up and asked worriedly, "Huan'er, what's the matter with you?" He...... He had a bad face when he left, would he do anything? ”

"No, He Zhengxiao is not that kind of person." Qiao Weihuan leaned on Han Yirou's body and said weakly: "Let's go quickly, otherwise there will be more and more onlookers in a while." ”

Fu Minglang pointed at the front of the deformed and smoking car with a bitter face: "Sister, we may not be able to leave." ”

Someone in the crowd of onlookers called the police, and not long after, the police/police came.

Fu Minglang stayed at the scene, and Han Yirou took Qiao Weihuan to squeeze out of the encirclement and take a taxi to leave.

When I arrived at the bridal shop, Moxilin was already waiting there. Seeing a little dark red on Qiao Weihuan's chin, Mo Xilin twisted his eyebrows, "What's wrong with your chin?" ”

Qiao Weihuan said "It's okay" and was almost used to it, she waved her hand and walked in indifferently.

Two young and beautiful clerks were holding wedding dresses, with some envy in their eyes.

It turned out to be a wedding dress for the big star Qiao Weihuan, no wonder it was specially priced to ask the chief designer of their family to design it himself.

Holy pure white, intricate patterns, beautiful tails, what woman doesn't want to wear such a luxurious and beautiful wedding dress and enter the sacred hall?

What's more, the person who wants to marry is still the handsome and golden chairman of the Mo Group......

Qiao Weihuan didn't wear makeup when she went out, and the wedding dress shop had a ready-made makeup artist who put on elegant makeup for her.

Qiao Weihuan, who had changed into a wedding dress, went out of the fitting room, and Han Yirou and Mo Xilin looked at each other in unison.

Qiao Weihuan pulled her long brown hair to one side, covered the black butterfly on her neck, and tilted her head, "Isn't it good-looking?" ”

"Good-looking......" Han Yirou didn't know why, a little sour, "Huan'er, you're beautiful." ”

Qiao Weihuan looked at her fiancé: "What do you think?" ”

Mo Xilin's throat was a little dry, and he replied in a deep voice: "It's beautiful." ”

People are prettier.

Mo Xilin opened the flannel box on the table, took out the necklace, and brought it for Qiao Weihuan in person. He held Qiao Weihuan's smooth shoulders and turned around, looking at the incredibly beautiful woman in the mirror, and himself in a straight suit, and his mind shook unconsciously.

Maybe after they get married, they will be better than he imagined, after all, Qiao Weihuan is a woman who is too easy to make men tempted.

The day before the wedding, Qiao Weihuan lay lazily at home reading the script.

The doorbell rang, and when the door opened, a large bouquet of roses came into view.

Qiao Weihuan took the bouquet, closed her eyes and sniffed deeply on the bright flowers, and then said with a smile: "It's so beautiful, thank you." ”

Qiao Weihuan's satisfied smile pleased Mo Xilin, he showed a little smile, and grabbed Qiao Weihuan's small hand who was about to turn around, "Change your clothes and take you to lunch." ”

These days, they are almost inseparable.

The Mo's Group seems to have suddenly closed down, and Moxi, who is usually too busy to see anyone, is surprisingly idle, and has time to accompany Qiao Weihuan every day.

Qiao Weihuan lowered his eyes, slowly put the bouquet on the shoe cabinet, and when he raised his eyes again, he smiled sweetly, "Okay." ”

casually changed into casual clothes, and when he went downstairs, Mo Xilin was talking on the phone with a not very good-looking face, and his tone was gloomy: "How did she know?" ”

Qiao Weihuan on the steps stopped, quietly watched his face getting worse and worse, walked around the living room a little anxiously, and even took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pinched it fiercely.

After a while, Mo Xilin hung up the phone with a blue face.

"Lu Xiaoya's business?"

Mo Xilin raised his head suddenly, and met Qiao Weihuan's eyes for a moment.

The dark eyes are quiet and emotionless.

He frowned, but when he thought of Lu Xiaoya, he still opened his mouth: "Xiaoya's situation is not right today, I want to go and see." ”

Qiao Weihuan smiled lightly: "Yes, you can go." ”

Mo Xilin looked at her for a while, and then as if he had made up his mind, he threw away the crumpled cigarette case, strode to the stairs, and stretched out his hand to Qiao Weihuan, "Let's go together." ”

Qiao Weihuan lowered her head and put her soft fingers in Mo Xilin's beautiful palm.

His fingers were clenched, and Mo Xilin's solemn tone sounded above his head: "Qiao Weihuan, I promised you that I will not meet Xiaoya again after getting married, no matter what ...... What is the situation with her. ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded, and her voice was soft and soft: "I believe in you." ”

On the way to the hospital, Mo Xilin didn't say a word, Qiao Weihuan looked down at WeChat.

The news that the "Butterfly Elf" is going to get married has spread, and her agent is a sophisticated one, and the publicity is not too much, and it can play a role in hype.

There is a banquet in the evening, and several people in the circle who have a good relationship will go, knowing that she will get married tomorrow, let her join them and play all night at night.

Qiao Weihuan: I won't go, the single dogs have fun [smile]

The messages that came back were all wailing, Qiao Wei smiled happily and put away his phone.