Qiao Yunfeng wore a high-end suit, and his long hair was styled, which completely brought out his elegant temperament, but he was also a talent, pleasing to the eye.

He shuttles among the guests and copes with ease, as if he is in line with the image of a noble son.

He invited a couple into the hall, and as soon as he turned around, he vaguely saw a face not far away.

It was a face that should never have appeared, wearing heavy makeup, but still distorted.

Qu Jingtong.

The smile on his face froze, grabbing her gaze.

Qu Jingtong walked out of the dense shade of the trees.

The makeup on her face was excessively thick, her long brown hair was slightly curled, and she wore a wide royal blue dress with tassels, and the skirt was swaying.

"Yun Feng, congratulations." She walked closer, blessed him, and smiled at him.

Qiao Yunfeng was a little trance-like.

He hadn't expected her expression to change completely, to be so peaceful, as before.

The woman who loved him seemed to be more affectionate than the women he had dated before.

She was kind to him, he could feel it, but he couldn't give her anything back, especially after his father found out about her existence.

He promised in front of his father that no matter what way he dealt with Qu Jingtong, he would not ask.

At this time, he was a little curious, what means did his father use to let Qu Jingtong come uninvited at his engagement ceremony, and he still carried blessings.

Of course, he wouldn't have thought that Qiao Yi gave Qu Jingtong the final blow in his name, coldly and decisively.

She stood in front of him, her demeanor was still the same, charming and mature, bright and moving.

His light-colored eyes were full of his shadows.

Looking at Qu Jingtong like this, Qiao Yunfeng's heart was a little fluttering.

The beauty of the former lover is still the same, and he personally went to his engagement ceremony to send him blessings, which is what many men dream of.

"Why, won't you invite me in and sit down?" Qu Jingtong said lightly and looked at him intently.

Qiao Yunfeng nodded, invited her in, and arranged for her to sit in a secluded corner.

The two of them tacitly knew what kind of place she Qu Jingtong should be on such an occasion.

Qiao Yunfeng thought that she would naturally leave after sitting for a while and looking at the festive and lively scene in the hall.

Su Shengsheng was taken to Qiao's house early, and was at the mercy of others like a puppet, changing dresses and putting on makeup, all by the hands of others.

Although she repeatedly prayed that this day would not come, and she also secretly contacted her classmates from other places, it was all in vain, and she had no way to avoid the surveillance of the people around her.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and the strong makeup almost made her look like usual.

The eyebrows are very thick, the tail is lightly raised, the eyes are clear, the flow is bright, and the lip flaps are gorgeous red, plump and vibrant.

Luo Yuting came to her and tried to explain something, but she completely ignored him and did not give him any chance.

From the moment he refused to stop her from getting engaged, there was nothing left between them.

She was completely immersed in her own thoughts, and she didn't care about the people coming and going behind her.

Until a certain moment, she was suddenly covered by someone from behind, and the pungent smell instantly rushed into the tip of her nose, heart and lungs.

She soon lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she was lying on a large soft bed.

The curtain of the bed hung low, and a delicate little lamp hung in the corner of the bed, giving off a dim and dim light.

She tried to sit up, but her limbs were sore and weak, and her whole body was very weak.

When the veil was lifted, the room was large and empty, and there was no furniture except the bed.

Only the snow-white walls, hanging a row of various whips and shiny tube-like objects, made people shudder.