S City.

The wind and the sun are beautiful, the blue sky is like washing, the first single golden man in S City, Tang Yebai, and the international actress Lin Qing are married.

Red carpets, flowers, dreamy weddings.

Big names gathered, superstars and celebrities, and the pomp was very magnificent.

The bride is dressed in a white veil, and the latest dream wedding dress in Milan makes her look as beautiful as a flower, and she is captivated.

The groom has a lazy temperament, a compelling face, gorgeous and charming, with a demon that cannot be ignored between his eyebrows, and his gestures reflect the noble and elegant of the nobles, but he is like a goblin.

The pastor asked, "Mr. Tang Yebai, the bridegroom, would you like to marry Miss Lin Qing, whether you are rich or poor?" ”

Tang Yebai's thin lips hooked up a wicked smile, such a smile seemed to be amorous, but it revealed a little ruthlessness.

For a long time, I didn't see the answer.

The priest was surprised, and asked again, Lin Qing looked at Tang Yebai in astonishment, Tang Yebai, who spoiled her like his life, what was he hesitating about?

Just when everyone was surprised, Tang Yebai said, "I do." ”

Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The priest asked, "Miss Lin Qing, bride, are you willing to marry Mr. Tang Yebai, regardless of whether you are rich or poor, and never give up?" ”

There was a loud bang, and the church door was kicked open.

The light pours in, more dreamlike.

A petite figure appeared at the door of the church, with long beautiful hair tied up high and wearing a golden mask.

Tight-fitting night outfits, wild, slaughtering.

Behind her is like thousands of blood rays intertwined, pulling out a background of autumn wind and slaughter.

There was a riot at the scene, and there was a lot of discussion.

Who's this?

A grim smile rose at the corner of the woman's lips, and with a sudden turn of her wrist and pistol in her hand, she aimed straight at the bride Lin Qing.

Aim, pull the trigger.

Bullets hit the bride's heart like arrows.

Fast, clean and clean.

Blood continued to spill out of Lin Qing's chest, bringing out the bewitching flowers of death.

The scene was chaotic and screaming incessantly.

The woman put her right hand on her lips, smiled, gave Tang Yebai an amorous and enchanting flying kiss, turned around, and left neatly, without leaving a trace.

Tang Yebai hooked the corners of his lips with a smile, which made him even more demonic, but his eyes were as cold as frost, and he didn't smile.

Tang Yebai calmly walked out of the church.

The white gown was stained with a little blood, like the white flowers on the grave stained with bewitching colors.

He is the darling of heaven, with a gorgeous and bewitching face, and a delicate face that is sketched out by the best painters, which is extremely charming.

The outside world is no stranger to Tang Dashao's rumors.

Iron-fisted, resolute, and bewitching.

He is a man who can taste red wine slowly while mercilessly killing others.

Ruthless iron blood and bewitching bewitchment in one.

Today is his wedding, but in the blink of an eye, it has become a funeral.

The media flocked to it.

"Tang Dashao, was Miss Lin really shot?"

"Tang Dashao, who killed Miss Lin?"

"Is there someone taking revenge, does Tang Dashao know who did it?"

……

The bodyguards escorted them all the way, but they couldn't stop the media offensive.

Tang Yebai stopped suddenly, and the major media were also waiting for his response, the man in the sun was like a bewitching statue, so gorgeous that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

"Get out!" Tang Yebai suddenly spit out a word.

A single word, no loud, no anger, but like a sharp cold wind swept by, the surroundings suddenly cooled, everyone felt the cold drop, as if someone was choking their throats, unable to breathe.