Ning Yang held the hem of the skirt and glanced at him: "I thought you knew you were just my p-friend, and didn't I tell you very clearly. When we meet every day, we are strangers. Now you come to question me, what is it?"

As she said that, she wanted to leave. Fu Linghua grabbed her wrist and pulled her back...

"Xiao Yang, can you not marry Zhan Hanjue?"

Fu Linghua hugged Ning Yang and his jaw pressed against her shoulder.

The wedding dress was so complicated and heavy that he always felt that this hug was not real at all.

Despite this, he asked reluctantly.

Ning Yang struggled for a while, worried that his wedding dress would not be wrinkled, so he took a deep breath and said softly: "My engagement with Zhan Hanjue should have been fulfilled four years ago. Ah Hua, if you really love me, please make me happy."

"Miss, someone is here..." At this time, the maid whispered reminder.

Ning Yang couldn't help but be anxious when he heard this, he wanted to push Fu Linghua away...

But Fu Linghua couldn't bear to leave the delicate body in his arms.

He leaned over and kissed Ning Yang deeply on his lips, then smiled evilly, and there was another danger that no one could see.

"Xiao Yang, even if you become Zhan Hanjue's wife, I still love you as always, just as I promised you in bed..."

After saying that, he let go of her...

When Xia Qingning came over, she only saw two maids following Ning Yang, tidying up her skirt for her.

The bride's dressing room has a bathroom. Xia Qingning didn't expect Ning Yang to come here, so she was stunned for a moment.

"Auntie? You are here too..."

When Ning Yang saw that it was Xia Qingning, he quickly covered up the guilt in his eyes, smiled and greeted her, holding her hand warmly.

Xia Qingning gently patted the back of her hand.

"How could I not come to your wedding with Ajue?"

While talking, Xia Qingning smelled a very light male cologne smell.

My eyes passed Ning Yang's lips, and it seemed... the lipstick was very uneven.

...

As time passed, it was eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye.

The wedding officially begins.

The host was desperately energetic on the stage, but in fact he didn't need to say anything more, the scene was already very hot.

Countless people are waiting for this century-old wedding!

Flowers spread all over the ground, and lilies and roses were fragrant.

"Next, we will invite our bride to enter this palace of love with the company of our father..." The host raised his finger and pointed to the opposite side of the red carpet.

Ning Yang was already standing outside the flower arch made of lilies, holding Ning's father's arm.

Under everyone's attention, she walked through the red carpet step by step and stopped in front of Zhan Hanjue.

In addition to the shyness of my little daughter's family, she is more excited and excited.

She finally became Mrs. Zhan.

Even if the woman four years ago was not her, so what?

Four years later, the woman standing beside him is himself, that's enough...

Ning's father handed Ning Yang's hand to Zhan Hanjue. Zhan Hanjue's eyes moved slightly, but he did not refuse, but the coldness around him seemed to have a little aggravated.

The host enthusiastically talked about the background and then began to ask about the oath.

"May I ask, this beautiful lady Ning Yang, are you willing to marry Mr. Zhan Hanjue beside you as your husband?"

Ning Yang did not hesitate: "I do."

The host looked at Zhan Hanjue again.

"Mr. Zhan Hanjue, would you like Ms. Ning Yang beside you to be your wife? Will you love her, respect her, and protect her, regardless of poverty or wealth, health or illness, beauty or beauty, success or frustration?"

Zhan Hanjue listened quietly to the host's inquiry, but did not answer.

The host thought Zhan Hanjue didn't hear it clearly, so he asked again...

Zhan Hanjue still didn't say anything, his thin lips were pursed tightly.

The smile on Ning Yang's face slowly became solidified.

She turned her head and looked at Zhan Hanjue, as if urging him to answer.

However, before he could speak, a figure suddenly broke into the hotel door.

Against the light, her facial features were blurred. Everyone was shocked by her sudden intrusion and could not see her face clearly. However, the next moment, her words made the audience in an uproar-

"Zhan Hanjue, where did you kidnap my son? Return him to me!"

In shock, she slowly stepped onto the red carpet and appeared step by step in everyone's sight.

At this moment, everyone saw her face clearly...

It is a beautiful and elegant face, with skin that is better than snow and beautiful eyes. However, due to anger, her cheeks are dyed red, and she is looking at the handsome man under the stage angrily.

The moment Ning Yang saw Ning Xi, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

How dare she interrupt her wedding?

Zhan Hanjue didn't expect Ning Xi to suddenly break in.

After not seeing her for a few days, she seemed to have become much thinner. She used to have cunning eyes, but now she can't see any smile.

"What does it have to do with me if your son is gone?"

Ning Xi's mind was full of text messages, the number of the letters sent to her was also the unified wholesale number of him and the mansion.

Besides him, who else would steal her son?

"Zhan Hanjue, I thought you were just despicable, but I didn't expect you to be shameless! Hand over my son, otherwise I would have made up the wedding today!"

Time stopped like this second...

After the silence, there was a burst of enthusiasm in the whole audience—

"Oh my God, who is this woman? Why did you ask Mr. Jue for his son?"

"Can this woman be the young master's biological mother?"

"No! I heard that Jue Shao has been looking for her for four years, how could he appear at this time?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Maybe it's just trying to destroy the wedding between Jue Shao and Miss Ning Yang..."

"Hey, do you think this woman looks familiar, and seems to have seen her at a cocktail party held by Mr. Zhou?"

"Yes, yes, I think so too, what's her name... "

"Ningxi!" Ning Yang shouted Ningxi's name at this moment. His beautiful face showed anger, but he tried his best to suppress it: "Your son is gone and you should go to find Zhan Shaohui. What are you making trouble here? People come, drag her out for me-"

The security guard on the scene heard Ning Yang's order and walked towards Ning Xi.

It was dark, and everyone was fierce and evil...

"I think who dares to do it today?" Ning Xi's eyes were red, and she was determined to find the treasure.

Otherwise, I would rather die than leave here.

Not knowing what she thought of, she suddenly sneered: "Miss Ning, I seem to have forgotten to remind you that I still have a photo of you and someone on my hand. If I am kicked out of here, this photo will become the front page of Yincheng tomorrow!"

Ning Yang knew that Ning Xi was talking about the photo of her and Fu Linghua going to the hotel late at night, and she couldn't help but lose her vigor.

She subconsciously looked at Zhan Hanjue...

Zhan Hanjue's aura began to change, cold, solemn, gloomy—
Chapter completed!