The housekeeper was angry, because the two in front of him were simply fooling around, and what had happened to the good clothes! Nondescript!

In order to make the "bait" attractive enough, Mr. Tyrone prepared costumes for these two people, which were originally prepared for Miss Wendy's and Mr. Jon!

If it weren't for the need for young believers to go to the Church of the Gods to "die", how would they bother with these two untouchables?

That's it, after tonight, what "Miss Aslan", what "Mr. Man", get out, damn it!

"Miss, please, sir, wine and food have been prepared in the square, and all the guests are ready." The butler smiled appropriately and opened the car door.

As the man's relatives, Zoe and the grandmother naturally received an invitation.

After everyone gets into the car, the car starts.

Within twenty minutes, the crowd arrived at the square.

There were several fires lit in the square, bands playing and singing in the corners, rich businessmen and wealthy families, and ordinary people below.

With the arrival of the car, the band's performance slowly stopped, and everyone put down their wine glasses, chopsticks, and food, and looked at the car door in unison.

There is sympathy, ridicule, numbness, and anticipation in their eyes.

The seats in the square are very particular, and the wealthy merchants sit on the platform to have the best view.

At this time, in the middle of the stage, he made a very obese man.

He was dressed in black traditional Italian costume, and next to him sat Wendy, who was wearing a long pink dress, and next to Wendy was a haughty-looking Jon.

Wendy took Jon's arm and looked slightly unhappy: "That's the wedding dress my father found the best tailor to make for me, and it's cheaper for that slut!" ”

"That gentleman's favorite dress, didn't my father-in-law make it for me? The fabrics used were the most precious, and they were lent to the poor boy in the bakery to wear them overnight. Jon patted Wendy's hand and comforted, "After all, we want a scapegoat, otherwise who will send them to death on behalf of the Tyrone family?" Is your favorite chef? Or is it your most desirable maid? Or your driver? ”

“NO！” Wendy shook her head, "I have enough maids in my house, and if there are few, I'll be crazy!" I just don't understand what my father did, wouldn't it be good to go to the street and buy some cheap and ready-made wedding dresses? Why take out our wedding clothes! ”

"Wendy, even if you go fishing, you have to have bait. If you must get your hands on it, you have to play this with better bait. Jon kissed Wendy, "It's a big deal, let the maid wash the clothes ten times after tonight!" ”

In this way, Wendy restrained her temper a little, and said in a good voice: "I'm mainly worried that Aslan's cheap goods are showing off in front of me, what 'you let me leave, I'm back now, I'm also the eldest lady', Balabala." ”

"Why should you listen to a damned man? You're going to be farting, tonight is the last night of Turkey Day, come, relax. ”

"Wendy, my daughter." Just as the two were communicating, the fat man sitting in the middle shouted, "Listen to me, don't lose your temper with Aslan tonight." ”

"Father, shall I let her ride on top of me? She's wearing my wedding dress! This is the most important dress of my life! Why? ”

"Because she's going to die tomorrow." Tyrone looked at his daughter, his eyes flashing cold, and then moved his gaze to Lincoln's extended door.

The door will open in a moment.

He also felt sorry for his car to pick up lowly civilians!