If it had nothing to do with Shen Jikong, they wouldn't have time to delay here any longer, and if they delayed for one more minute, the more dangerous Miss Luo Qiao would be.

He thought that Ming would leave immediately, but Ming Siran was silent for a moment, but said, "...... Wait. ”

The hand was stunned.

Ming Siran didn't explain much, frowned and put down the photo: "You go out first." ”

"Yes." Puzzled, his men left the room.

……

The twenty-third of the month was the wedding day of the young master of the Shen family.

The young master of the Shen family has always been low-key, and this time he refused all media interviews, and there were countless tall and serious bodyguards in suits at the wedding scene, and even a fly could not fly in.

The greeting procession was mighty, and at this time, a low-key black sedan slowly drove up and stopped not far away.

Ming Siran sat in the car, looking at the door coldly, and it didn't take long for a man in a suit with a slender figure to come out of it holding a woman in a wedding dress, and his subordinates respectfully opened the car door for him, Shen Jikong stopped in front of the car, as if to say something, the petite and lovely woman turned her head and smiled, her eyes full of sweet happiness.

She's not Luo Qiao.

After staring at them for more than ten seconds, Ming Siran retracted his gaze, leaned back, and the whole person sank into the dim light, his expression deep and uncertain.

"Mr. Ming, are we going now?"

found news of Miss Luo Qiao in other countries, and originally planned to leave immediately, but Mr. Ming insisted on seeing the woman who married Shen Jikong, but now it seems that he is just too careful.

The air was silent, and it took nearly another minute before a man's low and cold voice was heard.

"Let's go."

The car to welcome the relatives was driving on the road, Shen Jikong raised his hand and loosened his neckline, on the day of his wedding, he dressed more exquisitely, the man's skin was white, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely prosperous, from the cuffs and corners to the sexy Adam's apple, everything was not exquisite.

"Master, Miss Luo Qiao has now been sent to the wedding site." Sitting under the co-pilot's hand, he turned around.

It was also the first time he had seen his master so cautious, and even the greeting was the person who replaced Miss Luo Qiao.

However, now Ming Siran should be completely dead.

Shen Jikong's expression was indifferent, and he sighed, he looked at the scenery outside the window, and said lightly: "He left today?" ”

"Yes, they flew directly from us to country M, and now they are on their way to the airport."

Hearing this, the man hooked his lips, and his expression was unconcealable pleasure: "Okay." ”

Now, no one is robbing him of that little liar at all.

……

The decoration of this wedding scene was designed by three famous masters, which can be called a dream piled up with money.

There are not many people invited by Shen Jikong, but there are subordinates who have accompanied him for many years, and the atmosphere is also lively.

Luo Qiao wore a bandeau fishtail wedding dress, her face was white, the bridge of her nose was high, and a thin layer of lipstick was hard to hide.

It's just that her face is very cold at the moment, and the staff who put her makeup and wedding dress on her don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of accidentally offending the person who the master puts on the tip of his heart.

There was the sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by the powder room door being pushed open from the outside.

The slender and handsome man stood at the door, his eyes swept over the room, followed by Luo Qiao, he looked at her fixedly for a moment, and then walked towards her with long legs.