This eye-catching wedding in City C was held in a private winery in a very low-key manner.

Although it is low-key, the layout of the winery site is not low-key at all. The wedding scene was set up like a feast of white roses, because the bride's favorite thing was white roses.

The guests who came to congratulate were not low-key, according to the status of the Song He family in C City, they were all rich or expensive, and all they saw were fragrant clothes and sideburns.

Song Shuyu sat on a stool in a white wedding dress.

The wedding dress was handmade, with white roses inlaid with pearls at the long trail, and it took months to do so.

Sky-high jewelry is worn around her neck, and her smooth bare back skin is so white that it glows.

The glamorous face passed slightly sideways, inadvertently outlining the curvature of her slender neck.

She looked at her phone boredly, and the bride waiting in the lounge area was always a little bored until someone knocked on the door and came in.

Wang Ningxi, who was wearing a red dress, walked in, with exquisite makeup, as if she was today's heroine.

Song Shuyu showed a vague smile on the corner of her lips, and looked at her from the mirror.

Wang Ningxi's affectionate hand rested on her smooth shoulder, and sighed, "Shu Yu, you are so beautiful today." ”

Song Shuyu looked at her slightly, and said in a gentle tone, "Ning Xi, is your smile sincere?" After all, it was me who robbed your boyfriend, oh no, the first love ex-boyfriend. ”

The last few words deliberately accentuated the tone, making Wang Ningxi's extremely restrained expression also have a flaw.

Wang Ningxi tried his best to control it, revealing a little far-fetched smile, "Since he chose you, I will sincerely bless you." Shu Yu, after all, you are my best friend. ”

"Really?" Song Shuyu leaned closer to Wang Ningxi and whispered in his ear, "It's not a good feeling to be robbed of your beloved, right?" It's okay, when I'm tired of playing and throwing it away like garbage, you can pick it up. ”

Wang Ningxi couldn't stand such humiliation and left from Song Shuyu's lounge. And she didn't go far, but knocked on the door of the room belonging to the groom, He Huaichi.

The moment He Huaichi's door opened, her tears had already burst out of her eyes, and the moment she flew into He Huaichi's arms, He Huaichi had to close the door first.

And this scene was clearly seen by Song Shuyu, who was standing at the door.

A sarcastic smile flashed at the corner of her lips, her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and her gaze was faintly withdrawn.

The phone was raised to his ear and said in soft words, "Uncle He, Huaichi's corsage seems to have fallen, please come and find it." ”

Who allowed the two of them to steal joy under their noses?

Hanging up the phone, she lifted her skirt and slowly returned to the lounge.

Ten minutes later, accompanied by the symphony orchestra playing the wedding march, Song Shuyu took his father Song Jingliang's hand and slowly walked to He Huaichi.

Her husband.

The illegitimate son of the He family, a good skin is enough to give him a lot of points. A set of pure black suits, lined with that handsome and cold face, delicate as if no one should be approached.

Ironically, Song Shuyu saw at a glance an obvious red lip print on He Huaichi's white shirt.

After the wedding, they left in the wedding car.

Wang Ningxi looked in the direction where the two of them left, and the jealous gaze in his eyes was eager to shoot a sharp arrival. She looked at the bouquet in her hand and smiled sarcastically.

He Huaichi and Song Shuyu's destination is the presidential suite of the most luxurious hotel in City C, which has been arranged long ago, as their new room for spending candles in the cave room.

But He Huaichi was just answering the phone, and his bride was gone.

Expensive white wedding dresses were casually thrown on the bedroom carpet as if they were a piece of worthless garbage.

When night falls, the interior lights are a little dim.

The assistant knocked on the door and came in, and saw He Huaichi standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a white shirt and holding a red wine glass in his hand, his eyes fell lightly into the distance, as if he was overlooking the night view of the whole city.

The assistant approached, lowered his voice, and said, "Mr. He, Mrs. She and other men have opened a room in this hotel." ”