"Help, help, get me out."

Until the middle of the night, Anqiao shouted in the room, shouting so hoarse that no one paid attention to her, there was no sound in the corridor outside, and there were bodyguards on the lawn in front of her window.

Her eyes were red and bloodshot, and Anjo was embarrassed.

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't figure out why.

The wedding dress was cut into rags and scattered on the ground, the moonlight penetrated, the scissors on the floor reflected the silver light, and Anqiao sat on the ground, shouting for an unknown amount of time until he was exhausted before closing his eyes.

Outside the house, Aunt Mao kept watching, listening to An Qiao's voice from loud to silent.

Hearing that there was no sound in the room, Aunt Mao turned to leave, her steps were light and she didn't dare to make a sound.

The next day, the sun shone down, the dappled sunlight bathed the grass on the lawn, and there were many wedding cars parked outside the door of Anhang, led by Anhang.

Anfu is wearing a pink skirt and pink shoes, she looks mature and beautiful, and her face is also marked, if she is Anjo's mother, most people will think that this is Anjo's sister.

Anfu still didn't dare to look directly at his face when she saw An Hang, that face was uglier than demons and monsters, and her height was like that of a child.

One more look at her makes her feel like she is going to have nightmares at night.

Anfu was bold, the corners of her mouth pulled a smile, and she smiled without smiling: "Xiaohang, you are here, it's not time to welcome the bride." ”

"Anyway, sooner or later, you have to go through the door, why do you mind such a moment, do you say yes, Mom, grandma is already waiting at the wedding scene, do you mind the auspicious time or do you deliberately want grandma to wait?"

A sharp and hateful gaze fell on Anfu, and Anfu was taken aback: "Jishi, this thing is just for face, of course you can't let your grandma wait, you sit down first, I'll go up there to see if Qiaoqiao is ready, Aunt Mao, pour a cup of tea for the young master." ”

Anfu shouted, Aunt Mao slowly walked up with the tea, put the tea in front of An Hang, An Hang looked at the color of the tea: "I, a poor sour boy who lives in Shenxiang Port, is not used to drinking these precious teas, so I replaced them with boiled water." ”

An Hang sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, as if he were the master here.

Aunt Mao glanced at him, this was also the first time she had seen An Hang, she had only heard the old lady and An Fu mention it a little before, but she didn't think that it would look like this.

"What are you doing here? Don't go yet. ”

An Hang said arrogantly, kicked under his feet, the table was pushed obliquely, Aunt Mao was startled, and shrunk her neck: "Yes." ”

This person is not easy to mess with.

reminded her of Mrs. An when she was young, as arrogant as she was when she was young.

Anhang is like a ruffian, and he doesn't feel like an outsider at all.

In the room, two servants grabbed An Qiao's hands: "I don't wear it, I don't wear it!" ”

Anqiao struggled desperately, and when she went out in this wedding dress, she had no way out.

"Mom, let me go, I don't want to marry him."

Anjo saw Anfu like a lifesaver, they were mother and daughter, Anfu used to spoil her very much, no matter what she said if she was coquettish, Anfu would agree.

"Qiaoqiao, Mom knows that you don't want to marry him, and Mom also knows that you are suffering."

Anfu looked kind, and Anqiao rose with hope: "Mom, I know that you are the best for me, quick, let them go." ”

Anjo said, and the servants looked at Anve, waiting for Ave to give the order.

The entire An family knew that An Qiao was about to marry a poor sour boy and that it was an ugly thing, and the servants who were jealous of An Qiao's rich and loved instantly sympathized with her.

"But, just this time, this time you listen to your mother, marry him, you are still a good baby of your mother, and your mother will double her compensation for you, okay."

Anfu said in a daze, and fantasized that as long as An Qiao was used to contain An Hang, he would be able to have everything in An Jia.

"You said you don't like it and don't take the wedding dress out of anger, this is your own designer, your favorite style, but it doesn't matter, my mother has prepared other wedding dresses for you, so I have already prevented such a situation, so I secretly chose one, and there is also a bow you like, wear it, you are the most beautiful bride."

Anfu smiled and took the wedding dress from the maid to put it on for Anjo herself.

An Qiao looked shocked, she is very strange to Anfu now, no, this is not her mother, her mother will not treat her like this.

The people around looked at her, and An Qiao also forgot how she put on her wedding dress, her hands and feet were tied, and the bodyguards carried her downstairs.

An Hang's face sank when he looked at this scene.

"This is the eldest lady of the An family, you are carrying her like this, but it makes people think that I am forced to buy and sell, so I don't want to put it down and loosen it."

An Hang said angrily, the word eldest lady seemed to have a mocking meaning.

Anfu was afraid that Anhang would be angry, and she was even more afraid that Anhang would run to Anlei and say something.

"You still don't listen to the young master, loosen your ties quickly."

Anfu ordered those people to put down Anqiao and loosen the rope, Anqiao looked at the red marks on his wrists with a look of grievance.

She had never been treated like this.

An Qiao glanced at An Hang, and as long as she looked at him, she was unappetizing and wanted to vomit.

"Take it away."

An Hang smiled at the corner of his mouth and walked ahead.

Today he is not wearing a groom's dress made by Ye Ling, Anfu's size to Ye Ling is one meter eight in height, An Qiao just heard that the height of one meter eight plus the size is just the range she likes, so she has expectations for her future husband, and the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Surrounded by people, Anjo was forced to stuff into the wedding car.

The wedding car was driving, and those people on the road looked more curious about who was so happy to have such a long wedding car queue.

The longer the wedding car queue, the richer the person is, and he also values the bride.

In the wedding hall, An Qiao was escorted in, wearing a wedding dress and a veil, and the wedding dress was mopping the floor, which was her least favorite type.

She thought her mother knew her, but she didn't know at all.

An Qiao realized that her mother was not spoiled at all before, but just purposefully pleasing her.

The wedding march sounded, An Lei got up from the chair, and her doting eyes no longer fell on An Qiao, but on An Hang, as if An Hang was An Lei's relative.

There were no other guests in the wedding hall except for An Lei and An Fu and a few maids and bodyguards.

Before, her mother said that she would make a big deal about the banquet, but she was afraid that those people would be scared by Anhang, so she didn't do it.

The wedding she had been looking forward to turned out to be like this.

"You guys are here, I thought Anqiao ran away."

An Lei chuckled and swept her eyes to An Qiao.

"Jojo has always been very well-behaved and obedient, she won't run."

An Fu stepped forward to defend An Qiao, and An Lei snorted coldly.

Anjo was in a trance, and everything that had happened in the past two days made her unbearable.

Her grandmother used to be very good to her mother, and when they met, Xiaofu screamed, and the two got along well, but now it is not like that.

Is everything acting...

An Qiao came to his senses.

"The godfather is here, and the wedding begins."

The godfather walked slowly from the wedding hall with a Bible in his hand.

An Lei has always lived abroad and is more accustomed to foreign lifestyles and ways of getting married.

An Lei sat back in her place, she had been waiting for this day for half a year, and she was finally able to bring her real grandson back to An's house in the name of justice.

Everything in the An family can only rest assured if it falls into the hands of her own family.

"Ma'am."

A maid muttered a few words in Anfu's ear, Anfu's face was ugly, and seeing that An Lei's attention was on Anhang, she moved back and slowly left.

Outside the hall, Ye Ling wanted to go in but was stopped by the bodyguards.

Ye Ling wondered, she came to attend An Qiao's wedding today, is this their hospitality?

And with such a big battle and so many people guarding it, why did she feel strange?

Before I came, I called Anqiao and no one answered, I don't know what Anqiao's situation is.

Anfu strode out and looked at Ye Ling.

What she regrets the most is to hold a drinking party and let An Qiao choose a designer by herself, if someone else takes the money, there will be nothing else, but Ye Ling just likes to stalk.

"Miss Ye, I have already transferred the money for the wedding dress to the Ye family, there should be nothing for you here."

Anfu stood in front of Ye Ling, with a tough momentum and refused to let Ye Ling pass.

This was the last step, and she would never let people disrupt the wedding.

"Mrs. Ann, I..."

Ye Ling wanted to explain, but before she could finish speaking, Anfu continued: "If Miss Ye thinks that there is little money, this should be enough, right?" If you take the money, leave quickly, and if you don't leave, I will send someone to Fu Shi to complain about you. ”

Anfu threatened that An Qiao and An Hang would come out after the wedding, and they couldn't let An Qiao see Ye Ling, nor could they let Ye Ling stop the marriage.

Anfu stuffed the check into Ye Ling's hand, Ye Ling saw that the amount was amazing, he didn't expect the An family to make such a generous move.

"Then thank you, Mrs. An, but I didn't come today to ask for money, it was Miss An Qiao who invited me to the wedding, and I was so heavily guarded, did something happen?"

Ye Ling looked left and right and asked curiously, Anfu's hands were clenched, pretending to be calm, but her hands trembled slightly.

Everything was in Ye Ling's eyes.

The more this happened, the more strange she felt.

"It's none of your business, come on, get her out."

Anfu regained her tough momentum, and Ye Ling looked at those fierce bodyguards and took a step back.

"Today is Miss An Qiao's wedding, if something happens, it will touch the mold, and this is not Mrs. An's territory, why can't I go in, or is An Qiao having an accident?"

Ye Ling was not afraid, this place was a public place, she could come whenever she wanted.

"She's very good, don't worry about Miss Ye."

Anfu raised her head and swore that she must call Fu Shi to complain about Ye Ling.

People like this don't deserve to be designers at all.

"There's something I've always been curious about, about the information in An's study..."

Ye Ling muttered, she thought about this question for two days, but she couldn't think of a reason.

When Anfu heard the information, she glared at Ye Ling angrily, eager to eat her alive.

"You peek at that document."

"It's above board, the door of the study is unlocked, I saw it as soon as I entered, Mrs. An should be glad that I saw it and not Miss An Qiao, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get married today."

Ye Ling reminded that Anfu squinted, and her sharp gaze fell on Ye Ling.

"How much do you know."