Liu Xiaoran let out a long sigh, "Finally, can I ask you one more favor?"
Li Jinze nodded, "You say."
"When I get married, you must come." Liu Xiaoran said calmly.
He was stunned, "What am I going to do?"
Liu Xiaoran's eyes were full of sadness, "I'm worried that something will happen to Chen Zhiming at the wedding. Deng Wenli is not a good person. If you are here, Chen Zhiming will be much safer."
Li Jinze finally nodded: "Okay, I promise you."
Time passed by like this for a few days. Chen Ziyun gathered her emotions and returned to Li's house.
Li Meng was the happiest when he saw Chen Ziyun back.
"I'm back now. Have you had a good rest at home?" He asked, holding Chen Ziyun's hand with concern.
"Grandpa, you don't have to worry about me, everything is fine with me." Chen Ziyun smiled and nodded.
Immediately, she looked at Li Jinze in a suit and leather shoes in front of her, and her face turned red.
Li Jinze is still so handsome, especially when he is wearing formal clothes, it is impossible to look directly at him. He is like a luminous body, attracting absolute attention and eyes wherever he goes.
She blushed, "Grandpa, where are Li Jinze going? Why are you dressed so formally?"
"Today is Liu Xiaoran's wedding. Li Jinze and he are good friends, so naturally they want to attend." Li Meng replied.
Behind Li Jinze stood Chen Zhiming, who was also dressed in formal attire, but looked haggard and vicissitudes of life.
Chen Ziyun paused and asked, "Is Liu Xiaoran getting married today?"
"Yes, Xiao Yun, as Ze'er's wife, you should go together. Besides, you should get to know more friends who know Ze'er and integrate into his circle of friends!" Li Meng suggested, and the meaning behind his words was
Li Jinze frowned, "Grandpa, Chen Zhiming and I can go to Liu Xiaoran's wedding. We don't need to bring anyone else with us."
"What are you kidding about? Xiaoyun is not someone else! Besides, you go to a wedding and you don't have a female companion. How can this happen?"
Li Meng completely disagreed with Li Jinze's words.
Although Li Jinze stopped Chen Ziyun, under Li Meng's obstruction, she went back to the room and changed into a decent dress.
"Li Jinze, is it okay to wear this?" Chen Ziyun turned around in her red skirt.
Chen Zhiming frowned and seemed a little unhappy: "Ms. Chen, is it inappropriate for you to wear bright red at someone else's wedding?"
Chen Ziyun couldn't stand other people commenting on her, let alone the other person being a well-known assistant. When Chen Zhiming said this, she stamped her feet in displeasure.
"What do you mean? Can I still steal the prize of Liu Xiaoran's wedding? I just wear what I want to wear, what's wrong?"
Li Meng glared at Chen Zhiming, "Who do you think you are, and what qualifications do you have to comment on our Li family here? Xiaoyun, you can wear whatever you want, don't be angry, you still have me in your belly
Here’s my precious great-grandson!”
"Grandpa is better." Chen Ziyun hugged Li Meng's hand and said coquettishly.
At Li Meng's insistence, Li Jinze had no choice but to take Chen Ziyun with him to the wedding venue.
Liu Xiaoran's wedding was a big one, but there was no way to compare it with Li Jinze's wedding last time.
Everything is dominated by luxury, with tables full of champagne and countless desserts, and wedding photos taken by Liu Xiaoran and Deng Wenli are displayed at the door.
Liu Xiaoran's face in the photo is gloomy, and the joy and happiness of marriage cannot be seen at all.
The wedding was held at the seaside, so the tables, flower stands, and stages needed for the wedding scene were also placed on the beach.
Everything is ready.
As soon as he entered the hotel, Li Jinze turned back and looked at Chen Zhiming. There were too many exciting things here, and he had to take Chen Zhiming somewhere else.
"Chen Zhiming, let's go sit somewhere else..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Jinze was stunned. When he turned around, he saw no trace of Chen Zhiming behind him.
He searched around a few times, "Where is Chen Zhiming?"
Chen Ziyun blocked the sun above her head with her hands, "How do I know where he is!"
"Damn it!" He turned around, walked back immediately, and began to search extensively for Chen Zhiming.
In the separate dressing room of the hotel, Deng Wenli was humming a tune and looking at herself in the mirror, who had changed into her wedding dress and put on exquisite bridal makeup. Then she nodded with satisfaction, took out her mobile phone and took a selfie.
The makeup artists next to her were all flattering her: "Miss Deng is so beautiful! This wedding dress suits you perfectly! It's so beautiful!"
Deng Wenli snorted coldly, but thought of Chen Zhiming's appearance in her mind: "Tell me, am I more beautiful, or is Chen Zhiming more beautiful?"
"Chen Zhiming? Miss Deng, I'm sorry to ask, who is Chen Zhiming?"
"Hahaha! No need to ask, of course I am beautiful! Because you don't even know who he is! It doesn't matter, you don't need to know, he is just a little famous person."
Deng Wenli raised her head proudly, her eyes filled with contempt.
Knock, knock, knock - there was a sudden knock on the door of the dressing room. The makeup artist opened the door in confusion, but was stunned: "Who are you looking for?"
Chen Zhiming pushed aside the makeup artist at the door, walked straight in, and stopped in front of Deng Wenli: "Deng Wenli, I have something to tell you."
Deng Wenli glanced at him lightly, and then sent the makeup artist out of the room.
"You guys go out first."
"Yes, Miss Deng, call us if you need more." After saying that, the makeup artist left the room.
Deng Wenli sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, then turned on the lighter and lit the cigarette between her fingers.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?"
She blew out a smelly smoke ring at Chen Zhiming.
Chen Zhiming coughed a few times while smelling the cigarette smoke, and finally stepped forward, snatched the cigarette from her hand, stubbed it out, and threw it into the trash can.
"Deng Wenli, you are a woman, how can you smoke? And today is your happy day..."
Deng Wenli sneered: "What? Are you still taking care of me? Why did you come to me? Chen Zhiming, you are not here to steal the marriage, are you?"
There was more of a deep contempt in his words.
Chen Zhiming was stunned. He also wanted to steal the marriage, but he knew that Liu Xiaoran no longer loved him. Even if he risked his life to steal the marriage, Liu Xiaoran would not go with him. In this case, what's the point?
"Don't worry, I won't steal your marriage."
Deng Wenli crossed Erlang's legs and asked, "Then what are you doing?"
He was silent for a long time, "I want to tell you something about Liu Xiaoran."
"You tell me? That's ridiculous. Come on, tell me." She was interested to see what he could say.
Chen Zhiming took a deep breath and said, "Chen Zhiming's stomach is not good, and he often rushes for surgeries at various times. Therefore, you have to get up early to make breakfast for him. You must not let him go hungry."
"Making breakfast? You asked me to do it? Are you kidding me?"