Leng Qinghe said all the way, Du Jingtian listened patiently all the way, and there was no shortage of inconsequential words of comfort, but nothing else was said. She didn't want to be too much of an obvious saboteur, if Du Ou asked her about it, at least he didn't say anything to encourage her, but he just met her by chance, and then brought her over, and she should be responsible for all her actions.

Du Jingtian just quietly acted as a listener, and then drove her all the way to the hotel where the wedding was held.

When he got downstairs, Du Jingtian said: It's on the second floor, you can see him as soon as you go up. I'm going to park the car first, and I can't get involved in this, so I'm not going to go in with you.

Leng Qinghe still understood this, she got out of the car silently, and stood at the elevator entrance for a while. Suddenly, she was scared.

Although she was talking and narrating along the way, in fact, she kept saying that it was not to condemn Du Ou's unkindness, but to find various reasons and excuses for her stupidity and weakness.

But if a woman is frustrated in a relationship, she will endlessly blame this man for how asshole he is, but if you think about it, is there no weakness in this woman's body?

It is said that behind a successful man there is always a strong woman to support. So isn't there that weak, incompetent, and deceitful woman behind a bastard man who is nourishing the man's inferiority?

Why do people always look at the tragic side of things and not the crux of the tragedy?

But at this time, Leng Qinghe fell into a contradiction, because seeing Du Ou today was obviously in a different situation. And what kind of identity does he have to appear here?

She was demented, confused and thoughtful, her steps were a little fugue-like, and the ghost almost got on the elevator. Several times she tried to turn around and go down, but she was unconsciously taken by the elevator to the main hall on the second floor.

In front of you, the decoration is elegant, the style is luxurious, and at a glance, it is full of festive colors. At the top of the staircase, a huge poster of wedding photos is eye-catching, and the two sides are piled up with delicate roses.

In the photo, Du Ou is smiling, so handsome and chic, as if he is looking at himself. Isn't that what he's always looking at himself?

Leng Qinghe suddenly felt a burst of hot tears slip down his cheeks.

The whole venue is full of people, all the tables are almost full, and the service staff are interspersed with fish, constantly busy to bear the changes in demand on each table, serving, changing pots, serving dishes, changing pots, changing pots, constantly repeating back and forth, overwhelmed.

Leng Qinghe suddenly lost his mind when he saw so many people.

She slowly moved inside, only to see a pair of beautiful people standing in the light on the brilliant stage in the distance.

And around, there are still many people taking pictures.

She was hesitating when a man came up to her and asked, "Miss, who are you looking for?"

Leng Qinghe glanced sideways, it was obviously a security officer, because he was wearing a black suit uniform and holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, and he looked at himself with a stern gaze. Leng Qinghe was speechless for a while, stammering a little, and didn't know how to introduce himself.

After a moment's pause, the security guard obviously saw some signs, so he said in a low voice: Miss, do you have an invitation?

Leng Qinghe paused and stammered: I, I'm looking for someone.

The security guard stared at her and asked, "Do you have an invitation?" If you don't have an invitation, I'm sorry, you can't just come in here.

couldn't help but say, he grabbed Leng Qinghe's arm and dragged it to the side.

Leng Qinghe was suddenly very hot, it was so hot, he was heartbroken just now, and he was angry at the moment.

She threw her arm down and yelled, "Let me go!" I said, I'm looking for Du Ou!

The security guard was startled, seeing that she didn't understand what was going on, Leng Qinghe suddenly left him and ran all the way along the blood-red carpet where the newcomer had just entered, towards the brilliant daylight on the stage.

She didn't see anything, she couldn't see anything, she only saw Du Ou on the stage looking at herself, he had been watching herself for many years, watching himself rush towards him......