It's just that Yu Qian has been staying in the room, except for a few bridesmaid group girlfriends and friends, as well as Yu's mother occasionally entering and leaving, the rest are only allowed to enter and exit the makeup team.

It seems that this is not very polite, but who dares to show even a trace of dissatisfaction in the current Yu family?

Everyone knew that Yu Qian had made a sacrifice, after all, Han Wu was interested in Yu Qian, and he had openly pursued this matter for a period of time, and everyone in the Yu family knew about it.

In other words, if Yu Qian really had a good impression of Han Wu, this matter would have been done a long time ago, and it would not have reached the point of escaping, and the Yu family would not have almost been devoured by the Han family in another way......

In the room, Yu Qian's expression was flat, his eyes did not see the slightest agility, and he did not show any pretended smile, as if his soul had been withdrawn, just sitting quietly in front of the makeup table, at the mercy of those makeup artists.

Haute couture wedding dresses, pigeon egg diamond rings, top cosmetics series, etc., on pomp and dowry, etc., are all the top matches in Jinling City, even if they are placed in Huaguo, they are all the specifications of first- and second-tier female stars getting married.

Yiren's heart is like water, and he only occasionally glances at himself in the mirror, and his demeanor is graceful, but there is a faint desolation......

Glancing at the phone next to her occasionally, she seemed to be waiting for something, and she seemed to have lost all hope.

Perhaps, this is fate.

It's just been in contact for a while, it's not long, it's not short, he's a real peerless figure, he's just a so-called daughter of a stormy family, and his own ideas are too extravagant after all.

Occasionally, she would show a shallow wry smile, feeling that she was ridiculous, she had despised Tang Wanrou at the beginning, and felt that even if she was in a bad situation, she was the eldest lady of the Jinling Yu family, how could Tang Wanrou, a little fox, be her opponent.

When the time to welcome her relatives was getting closer and closer, she frowned slightly, condensed the sorrow in her heart, and her eyes suddenly changed, leaving only a piece of coldness, which disappeared quickly.

Bai Che, I hope there will be an afterlife......

It is you who hope to marry me in the next life......

Three hundred meters east of Jinling Temple Street, the top floor of Jinhao Shopping Mall has been rented early and arranged as an auction site.

At the moment, it is already very lively, and the guests who come are all unfamiliar faces, and they all speak with accents from all over the world, but if you listen carefully, you will find that the accents of these attendees are mixed with Yanzhou accents.

On the side of the Jinling clan, naturally they will not forget to attend the auction, but the people who came over were all young people, most of them were younger generations, and the Mesozoic generation was a minority.

On the contrary, in the venue, many bigwigs in the medical field came as scheduled, which injected another kind of vitality into the entire auction.

But this kind of vitality can't enter the eyes of many young people of Jinling's big clans, and many people even had a party with Han Wu two days ago, and they secretly scoffed at it at the moment.

"Tsk, my old man is very troublesome, and he told me in advance that I should pay attention to my words and deeds, fuck, what is this, a group of people who are engaged in medicine, what kind of doctors and experts are they who are dying, are they worthy of Lao Tzu's attention?"

"Yes, I knew that it was such a shabby occasion, and there was not even a character with a little weight, it was better to go over to the Han family, I heard that there would be a big man at Han Shao's wedding scene this time, it was his grandfather who was at the helm of the Yuanhang Group, and I don't know if it was true."

These young talents in Jinling lowered their voices and complained a few words, but one yard to one yard, the confession of the family elders was still taken to heart, and the surface work was still in place.

Yan Bing, who was sitting in the background, had a very ordinary face, although he restrained himself, he definitely had thoughts and dissatisfaction.

Of the Jinling bigwigs who had sent invitations before, one of them was counted as one, but none of them came.

Tang Wanrou crossed Erlang's legs, looked at Yan Bing, and then at Bai Che, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, and couldn't sit still.