Early the next morning, Song Xingran cleaned up.

Prepare to go to Yundu for a wedding.

For the sake of safety, Mrs. Li specially assigned a driver to Song Xingran.

Let the driver drive her over.

From the imperial capital to the Yundu Hotel, it is only three or four hours' drive, which is quite close.

Song Xingran dozed off all the way and arrived soon.

Today she is wearing a small fresh chiffon dress, with black curly hair scattered over her shoulders and a small satchel.

It looks fresh and beautiful.

Coupled with this stunning face, it is even more eye-catching.

As soon as she walked into the door of the hotel, a middle-aged woman who looked like a noblewoman stopped her and said, "Are you Song Xingran?" ”

"You're so beautiful, what kind of skin care products do you usually use? The skin is so good. ”

For this situation, Song Xingran is no longer surprised.

Fortunately, the security facilities here are complete, and there are no paparazzi.

Song Xingran smiled and said, "My skin care products are customized according to the nature of the skin. I recommend a company to you if you need it. ”

When the woman heard this, she quickly took out her mobile phone: "Okay, okay, then let's have a shadow first." ”

"You're so beautiful."

As he spoke, he took his mobile phone and snapped a picture.

Song Guiran stood not far away and said to Song's mother: "Mom, hurry up." ”

It's really ink.

When Song Mu heard this, she complained: "What roar? I'll be right away. ”

After speaking, Song Mu smiled at Song Xingran, and her tone immediately softened again.

"We'll see you at the banquet later."

After saying that, he took the bag in his hand and walked to the front.

Song Xingran didn't care, but felt that the people who participated in Mu Xiaocheng's wedding looked like they were either rich or expensive.

She walked into the banquet hall, and at the entrance of the hall, there were several huge cartoons.

It is a work of the little orange.

The painting is of her and her husband, Mr. Ji.

The two people in the painting are sweet, as if they were born to be a couple.

The banquet hall is also very dreamy, and there are already many guests inside.

Most of them are people from all over the country, with heads and faces.

Song Xingran found a place to sit down, but as soon as she sat down, she glanced at it casually and saw a familiar figure.

Lu Qingchen was wearing a black suit and sitting at a table not far away, cold and dignified.

He leaned lazily back in his chair with his legs folded, his face grim, and his inky black eyes were looking in her direction.

Emotions are unknown.

As soon as he saw him, Song Xingran's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

How did he get here?

Could it be ...... Really coming to a wedding?

Oh yes, he also mentioned it before, Lu Qingchen and Mu Xiaocheng's husband should know each other.

He is an internationally famous figure, and it is normal for people to invite him.

Song Xingran hurriedly turned his face away and pretended to look at the other side as if nothing happened.

It's just that her heartbeat is still very fast, bang, she covers her face, supports her chin, and looks in a certain direction.

Lu Qingchen...... It shouldn't be for her, right?

A moment later, a man in a suit and leather shoes came up to her.

The man was about twenty years old and quite handsome.

"This young lady, is it convenient to add a WeChat?"

Well?

Song Xingran came back to his senses and looked at him in surprise.

Is the way of accosting is so straightforward now?

Come up and ask for WeChat.

Seeing that Song Xingran didn't speak, the man scratched his hair and said, "I just saw you staring at me for a long time." ”

"Boys should really take the initiative in this regard."

"Is it convenient?"

As he spoke, the man's face suddenly turned a little red, and he looked very innocent.

Song Xingran: "...... brother, what the hell are you blushing?"

She didn't see him at all.

"Well, I was just staring in that direction."

"Don't get me wrong."

When the man heard Song Xingran say this, his expression suddenly felt a little lost.

"It's okay, even if we don't have that meaning, we can add a WeChat and make friends."

Song Xingran originally wanted to refuse.

But when he saw this person's embarrassed look, he was in public, and he didn't say anything about refusal.

Besides, didn't Song Siyan also say that let her hang herself on a flower?

Lu Qingchen came here, but he ignored her and didn't reply to her WeChat......

Song Xing was heartbroken, took out his mobile phone, and clicked out his WeChat QR code.

"Well, add it."

When the young man heard this, he quickly took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on Song Xingran's mobile phone.

Suddenly, the young man's face changed, and he looked a little embarrassed and said, "Little sister, this is the collection code." ”

Song Xingran: "......"

̄□ ̄||embarrassing.

"Hehe, I'm really sorry, it seems that we really don't have fate, or forget it?"

The young man didn't know what to say, so he smiled in frustration and turned back to his seat.

On the other side, Zhang Rong whispered to Xiao Yang: "Did that man add Miss Song's WeChat just now?" ”

"In that case, it should be scanning the QR code, and it won't be wrong."

Xiao Yang nodded in agreement: "It seems to be eh." ”

"Why does Miss Song take care of everyone? That man is 108,000 miles behind us compared to our husband, and his appearance alone is a big step behind. ”

Xiao Yang was fighting for Lu Qingchen, and Mr. chased Yundu for Miss Song.

I'm still sick.

Who knows, Miss Song didn't even look at Mr.

Alas...... Women are ruthless, and it's really heart-wrenching.

Xiao Yang looked at Lu Qingchen secretly, only to see that Lu Qingchen was staring at Song Xingran's position at the moment.

The gaze was cold.

"Sir, do you need us to teach that man a lesson?"

After all, he asked for Miss Song's WeChat.

Lu Qingchen didn't speak, and his whole body exuded an aura that no one should approach.

Yin Owl is cold.

The air pressure is extremely low.

Xiao Yang knew that Mr. was angry again.

It's just that Song Xingran's little ancestor is still like a person who has nothing to do.

He gave Zhang Rong a look, and Zhang Rong understood.

He stood up, straightened his blazer, walked into the corner, and helped the Bluetooth headset in his ear.

"Count from my left-hand side, the seventh table, the man in the dark blue suit." ”

"Put the ...... in his phone The data is all emptied, especially WeChat, and no data can be left. ”

There was a moment of hesitation.

“…… Be. "Is that man also a terrorist?

At this time, the wedding host came to the stage and spoke emotionally for a long time.

Subsequently, the groom took the stage.

is Mu Xiaocheng's husband, Ji Huaishen.

Ji Huaishen is very handsome, with angular facial features, a gentle smile in his eyes, and in temperament, he is somewhat similar to Lu Qingchen.

But it looks much gentler than Lu Qingchen.

The door opened, and the bride Mu Xiaocheng came with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and her father in the other.

Two cute little flower girls walked in front, scattering flowers.

Mu Xiaocheng's face had a happy smile, overflowing through his eyes.