Chapter 85: The Black-Hearted Rabbit of the Mentally Handicapped President 88

A year later, the two were married.

Xijing stood at one end of the red carpet in a white wedding dress with a bouquet in hand, and Shen Zhinian stood on the other side of the red carpet and stretched out his hand to her.

The large screen set up on the lawn showed the wedding photos and daily photos of the two, as well as a few short videos taken intently.

There were many people who came to participate, including business partners, key artists of the company, relatives and friends, and the seats were full.

After the ceremony, the bride changed into a white dress, and the two walked into a hot air balloon together, slowly floating into the air.

Among the guests who participated was Yang Xiaoran, she stared at the hot air balloon floating away viciously, wishing that she could have a bow or arrow in her hand, shoot the hot air balloon down and kill Bai Rongrong's slut!

Suddenly, the crowd exclaimed, and the big screen on the lawn showing the wedding photos of the bride and groom suddenly played indescribable.

"Fuck, this is not Yang ......," before he finished speaking, shut up first.

I saw a man and a woman on the screen doing things that were difficult to look at, shouting unbearable words in their mouths.

The man is a general manager of Huayu Partners, and the woman is Yang Xiaoran, a former popular flower.

Yang Xiaoran was like being struck by lightning, and the sights and pointing movements of the people around her made her extremely embarrassed, this kind of thing is not uncommon in the circle, but no one can take it as normal when it is played publicly.

All kinds of voices came into his ears, and Yang Xiaoran collapsed.

At this time, on the hot air balloon.

A couple hugging and kissing.

Shen Zhinian looked down at her smiling face, and the corners of his eyes were also dyed with a smile. People always have to make a choice, and they may have both, but there can only be one love and hate.

His heart moved slightly, and he kissed her again, hugging her tightly and unwilling to let go.

[Woo woo woo this ending is too good, is the host planning to wait for the two of them to grow old together before teleporting away, right? ] 】

- "It's not. The smile deepened in Xijing's eyes.

Started her performance.

She clutched her head and looked pained.

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhinian looked at the situation with concern.

Xijing slowly looked up at Shen Zhinian, with anger and hatred in her eyes, she firmly grasped the railing of the hot air balloon and said, "Shen Zhinian, you are really interesting." ”

Such a tone made Shen Zhinian's heart sink.

Could she ...... Did you regain your memory at this time? He shook his head in disbelief.

Xijing shouted, "This is your revenge on me, isn't it?" Let me marry the son of the enemy who killed my father, and face my dead father without shame, right?! ”

On the surface, he was talking about himself, but in Shen Zhinian's ears, he was not talking about him.

"I never wanted to get revenge on you." Shen Zhinian is telling the truth, and Xijing knows it in his heart.

She swept away the meager guilt in her heart and continued: "Haha, then you will take advantage of the danger of others...... to satisfy your own feelings, right? You know the hatred between us...... How do you make me face the memories of more than a year?! ”

Shen Zhinian's heart was completely cold, he had thought that even if she recovered her memory, she would still have feelings for herself, and she would not be too ruthless. Just like after he recovered from his illness, he still kept that love.

But she said such things.

"Bai Rongrong, are you ......" Before he finished speaking, his mobile phone rang.

He looked down from the hot air balloon and saw the commotion in the wedding venue, as if something was wrong.

"Shen Zhinian." Xijing didn't know when he sat on the railing of the hot air balloon and called him.

He turned around, his heart hanging in his throat: "You come down." ”

Xijing looked at him coldly and said, "This is called the separation of grievances and grievances." ”

As he spoke, he leaned back.