"Pain..... It hurts..."Jian Luo only felt that his head was like an explosion, extremely hot, and his consciousness was groggy and blurry.

Faintly, she heard someone shouting in her ear anxiously.

No, that's not right?!

Didn't she get pushed downstairs and die? How can you still hear someone talking?

Jian Luo's eyes widened suddenly, and his consciousness instantly came to his senses, just in time to meet a pair of clear and clean eyes.

"Xiaomiao, what's wrong with you, the wedding is about to start."

Wedding?

What wedding? Who is she?

Countless questions filled the heart, and suddenly, the head throbbed, and a large number of unfamiliar memories flooded into my mind.

Jian Luo's eyes were red and excited.

Unexpectedly, she ...... Born again.

Ning Xin, who was sitting next to her, saw her strange appearance and asked worriedly, "Xiao Miao, are you okay?"

Jian Luo took a deep breath to ease his emotions, and showed a light smile when he turned his eyes to look at her, "I'm fine." ”

"That's good. It's hard for you to marry someone you don't like. Ning Xin breathed a sigh of relief and held her hand, her expression a little heavy.

Jian Luo lowered her head and began to organize the information in her mind.

The sky has eyes, since she is asked to do it all over again, then she will definitely make the Xia Mo brothers and sisters pay the price.

In this memory, the original owner Song Miao was holding a wedding, and the marriage partner was still Jiang Funian.

Jiang Funian, Jiang Rancheng's uncle, everything is really coincidental.

The corners of her lips hooked up with a self-deprecating smile, and Jian Luo remembered what Xia Mo said before she died, and her heart suddenly tingled.

If what Xia Mo said was true, then she was more than a stupid word to describe it.

Suddenly, a melodious and melodious mobile phone ringtone sounded in her ears, blocking her next thoughts.

Ning Xin answered the phone and said to her with a smile: "Xiaomiao, the wedding has begun." ”

Jian Luo was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched her hair, although she had just moved a little widely, but fortunately her coiled hair did not fall apart.

"Okay, let's go." She nodded calmly, and then slowly entered the hall with Ning Xin's support.

The luxurious atmosphere on the face, in the wedding hall, everyone's faces were overflowing with smiles.

From the moment she entered the hall, Jane Luo visibly felt a sharp gaze fall on her face.

This sight seems to come from Jiang Funian on the stage.

He was wearing a crisp suit and stood straight, with the impression that Jiang Funian had joined the army, and the whole person had a great and upright military temperament from top to bottom.

It's just that this impression disappeared when he saw a defiant smile on the corner of his lips.

Not to be outdone, Jian Luo raised his head and looked at those deep and cold black eyes, and the smell of gunpowder permeated between the eyes of the two.

The original owners Song Miao and Jiang Funian have always been incompatible, but they don't know for what purpose the two rivals are in the same wedding hall.

This is not well explained in Jian Luo's memory.

When Xu Bu walked to the stage, she knew what the two heavens of ice and fire were, and Jian Luo had a headache.

It's just that her complicated feelings vanished when she inadvertently swept under the watchtower, and then turned into monstrous anger and hatred.

Xia Mo, it's Xia Mo?!

What's even more ridiculous is that Xia Mo at this time is holding Jiang Rancheng's arm with happiness on his face.

The hands hanging by his side were clenched into fists, and Jian Luo looked at the thick smile that appeared in Jiang Rancheng's eyes, his pupils constricted, and the whole person almost collapsed.

She was killed by Xia Mo, and Xia Mo profited.

Jiang Rancheng, do you know all this?

Jian Luo was emotionally unstable, his eyes locked on Xia Mo's direction, and he wanted to rush down and tear her face apart.

Because she was wearing a veil, the people in the audience couldn't notice her abnormality, but Jiang Funian beside her clearly felt the change in her mood.

Following her line of sight, Jiang Funian saw that it was his good nephew, and his face suddenly sank.

He reached into her waist with one hand and thrust it hard with a vengeance.

The pain hit, and Jian Luo's eyes turned red and she glared at him fiercely.

The other party threw a warning look at her.

Leaning over to her ear, Jiang Funian said fiercely: "Be honest with me."

Jian Luo was dumb with anger, and her delicate little face was red for a while, but because of his trouble, her violent mood eased a lot.

Taking a deep breath, Jane didn't bother to bother with him.

When asked if he was willing to become a husband and wife with Jiang Funian, Jian Luo turned to a flat and soft sentence: "I do." ”

Seeing her playing, Jiang Fu laughed out loud, and when he held her hand, he said gently: "I am also willing." ”

As soon as the man's voice fell, the tall figure leaned down.

Jian Luo's eyes widened, and she took a few steps back.

Jiang Fu Nian wrapped his arms around her shoulders, lightly dropped a kiss on the corner of her lips, and quickly pulled away, so fast that she didn't have time to react.

"Slap ......" The audience applauded like thunder, and after exchanging rings, the wedding was over, and Jian Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Funian stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around her waist, Jian Luo's body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously smiled at him.

The other party pursed his lips and looked at her with deep eyes. Jian Luo's heart was extremely empty, thinking that after all, the original owner Song Miao was extremely repulsive to Jiang Funian.

With a "snap", she opened the hand on her waist, and her face turned cold.

Jiang Funian frowned, looking at her with a haze in his eyes.

Jian Luo turned his head away, pretending not to know.

Jiang Funian's eyes darkened, glanced at the people in the audience with somewhat subtle expressions, grabbed her waist again, and took her away from the stage strongly.

Xia Mo and Jiang Rancheng walked towards them with smiles on their faces.

"Uncle."

Jiang Funian stopped and hummed softly.

Xia Mo looked at Jian Luo, with a smile on her face, "Miss Song, congratulations." ”

Jian Luo held back the disgust in his heart, and looked at Jiang Rancheng with the corners of his lips slightly hooked, deliberately showing a little doubt in his eyes.

"I seem to remember that it wasn't this young lady who stood by your side last time, right?"

As soon as her words fell, she saw Xia Mo's face showing a little pain and remorse, and Jian Luo sneered in her heart, secretly mocking.

Jiang Rancheng was dissatisfied with her sudden question, and his face sank.

Jane's heart shuddered.

"Uncle, I have something to say to you." Jiang Rancheng glanced at Jian Luo coldly and said to Jiang Fu Nian.

Xia Mo affectionately stroked the broken hair on his forehead, "Then I'll stay here with Miss Jane." ”

Jane Luo was sick to her stomach and almost didn't vomit out what she had eaten this morning.

After Jiang Funian and the others left, Xia Mo took her arm with a smile on her face.

"Miss Jane, let's go sit down there."

Her original voice was very sweet, but she had to add a bit of pretentiousness, Jian Luo listened to a layer of goosebumps, and subconsciously shook off her hand.

Xia Mo's face turned blue, and the eyes that looked at her were a little shocked and angry, which immediately turned into deep incomprehension.

"I'm sorry, I don't like people I don't know well touching me, especially people with unclean hands, I have a habit of cleanliness." Jian Luo smiled apologetically, and there was something in his words.

Xia Mo's body stiffened, and after looking at his hands, his face became even more ugly.

Jian Luo said casually: "By the way, Miss Xia, you have too much perfume on your body, and it smells pungent, can Jiang Rancheng stand it?"

In my impression, Jiang Rancheng doesn't like the smell of perfume the most, why did she change sex after she died.

"You ......" Xia Mo walked forward, gritting her teeth and looking very ugly.

It's just that she just couldn't see through her bitter appearance before.

Jian Luo gave her a cold look, turned and walked towards the corner.

Behind him, Xia Mo seemed to be greatly humiliated, and a calculating light quickly flashed in his eyes.

Wait and see.

Small hooves that don't measure themselves.