On the way, Qiao An sat in the extended car, thought carefully about the reaction of the first generation zero just now, and always felt that this thing would not go so smoothly, so he forced down his panic and secretly contacted Bei Sansan and asked him to take the time to come over.

After that, there was the process, they stood at the gate of the wedding hall to greet the VIPs who came to attend, and after about an hour, Joan had to go back to touch up her makeup, and then she walked the red carpet, took an oath, exchanged rings, and completed the ceremony.

Joan subconsciously glanced at the time.

Eleven.

The first generation of Zero helped Qiao An and said gently: "Your Highness is tired of standing?" ”

Qiao An moved away quietly, raised her eyes and smiled gently: "You should have some unprepared, don't send me, just have a bridesmaid." ”

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, took the hand of one of the bridesmaids, glanced at Bei Sansan, who was standing not far away, and went directly to the dressing room.

Bei Sansan glanced at the first generation of Zero, then at Qiao An, and finally followed.

The first generation of Zero quietly looked at Qiao An's distant back, and was patted on the shoulder by a good brother of Feng Zhelin.

"Zhelin, you can't bear it now, no, you are destined to be managed by your wife in the future!"

The other best man smiled: "Haha, don't say it, but Zhelin, don't worry, anyway, we'll meet later, when the ceremony comes, the whole world will know that she is yours, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to run away." ”

The first generation of Zero lowered his eyes and laughed.

The low, melodious sound is like a cello, flowing from the lips and teeth.

"You're right."

Bei Sansan stood on the side when Qiao An was touching up her makeup, because there were many people around her, she didn't say it directly, she only blocked the first generation of zero, told Bei Sansan a few words with his mind, and put something in his body.

The official wedding is about to begin.

This hotel is closed and the venue chosen is also the best, on the very top floor.

Joan stood at the door of the banquet hall, waiting outside the closed door, the wedding dress behind her was spread out on the ground, and then there were two rows of bridesmaids, the bridesmaids carried a flower basket with flower petals on their wrists, and Qiao's mother was beside her.

In this case, it should be the elder brother or father who took Qiao An's hand and handed her over to her husband, but Qiao's father died early, and Qiao's mother didn't have much contact with Qiao's family, so naturally there was no reason to let them exercise this right at this time.

Moreover, Joey is the daughter she raised with her own hands, so she naturally has to hand her over to rest assured.

Qiao An listened to the master of ceremonies inside chattering about the greetings, turned his head sideways, and saw a patch of floor-to-ceiling windows, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, is the bustling Qingcheng, the boundless blue sky, and the bright sunshine.

Joan looked a little distracted.

Lu Jingjie, who was in the dark, also looked at her with fascination.

The wound on the wrist was so worn that it seemed to have rubbed into the artery, and the rope was embedded in the flesh, and after these few hours of accumulation, it had already stained the clothes, quilts, and sheets red.

A small pool of blood pooled on the ground.

The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made Lu Jingjie lose the strength to struggle, he knew that he couldn't break free from the rope, so he only held on to his consciousness, not letting himself be unconscious, leaning on the bed, staring at Qiao An's face.

The light of the eyes changed from the original hatred, to the later resentment, to the pain, calm, and dead silence.

The whole person fell into a state of numbness, like a dry lake, withered branches, and silence like ashes.