Miss Deng Wenli was full of attitude, "Chen Zhiming, are you mistaken? The servants in the family will prepare breakfast. Do you need me to do it? I have never been in the kitchen since I was a child. Don't make your poor life worse."
Come into my life, understand?"
Chen Zhiming remained calm, "There is no difference between the poor and the rich, they just treat life differently. Since Liu Xiaoran is willing to marry you, it means that you still have weight in his heart. In this case, why don't you let him love you more
Some?"
Listening to his words, her chest heaved with anger.
Just because Chen Zhiming is unclear doesn't mean that he himself is unclear. He clearly understands that Liu Xiaoran doesn't like her at all. The person he likes is Chen Zhiming! He will marry her all because of Chen Zhiming!
Now Chen Zhiming is still saying such words in front of her, which makes her feel like she is being ridiculed.
She stood up, pushed Chen Zhiming hard, picked up something on the table and threw it on his head.
"Chen Zhiming, stop talking here! Do you think you are the only one who understands Liu Xiaoran? What are you saying so proudly here! Even if you know Liu Xiaoran's preferences, what if you understand him? The person he wants to marry,
Isn’t it still me?”
Among them, she grabbed an ashtray on the table and smashed it on Chen Zhiming's head.
The ashtray flew towards Chen Zhiming in front of him, and then landed hard on his forehead.
After being smashed, the ashtray fell to the ground in a straight line, and then shattered into pieces that could not be put back together no matter how hard they were put together.
Not only that, Chen Zhiming's forehead also swelled up at the fastest speed, and it was so red that it was unbearable to look at it.
A layer of skin was removed from the swollen bag, and a lot of blood flowed from it.
Seeing this situation, Deng Wenli didn't feel any guilt at all, "Okay, I don't want to see you now! Get out of here!"
Chen Zhiming sighed lightly, ignoring the wound on his forehead, and said calmly: "Deng Wenli, it doesn't matter how you hit me. I just hope you won't treat Liu Xiaoran like this in the future."
After saying that, he left the dressing room.
Watching his leaving figure, Deng Wenli let out bursts of screams of collapse.
She kept throwing things in the room, holding her head and yelling.
After searching almost the entire hotel, Li Jinze found Chen Zhiming: "Where have you been? Didn't I tell you not to wander around and follow me!?"
"President, I still can't let go. I want to go and have a look. I'm sorry, but I won't run around anymore."
Chen Zhiming bowed his head and apologized, his face full of apology.
When Li Jinze was still about to accuse, he saw a swollen patch on his forehead that was bleeding.
"What's wrong with your forehead?"
Chen Zhiming shook his head, tried to cover the bag on his forehead with his hair, and shook his head to avoid it: "It's okay, I accidentally knocked it just now."
How could Li Jinze believe Chen Zhiming's words? How could they end up in such a collision?
When he was about to ask further questions, the wedding scene over there had already started.
Chen Ziyun has been accompanying Li Jinze to search for someone under the bright sun. She has long been extremely tired, and now she has to drag herself here.
She had long been impatient, "Li Jinze, the wedding has already started, let's go there quickly."
Chen Zhiming also nodded and walked over first: "Yes, Liu Xiaoran's wedding has begun. CEO, let's go there."
The three of them found their seats before taking their seats.
In the corridor, Deng Wenli and Liu Xiaoran walked onto the stage hand in hand. There were bursts of applause around them, and her face was filled with a happy and proud smile.
Liu Xiaoran's reputation is famous all over the world. It is the dream of many women to marry him.
Liu Xiaoran, however, always kept a straight face and could not see the joy of getting married at all.
The two walked to the stage, and the emcee talked a lot about the wedding process.
Liu Xiaoran was absent-minded, her eyes kept wandering around the audience, as if she was looking for something.
It didn't take long before his eyes were fixed on Li Jinze's table, that is, Chen Zhiming.
With just one glance, he saw the bleeding bump on Chen Zhiming's forehead. Although Chen Zhiming had covered it, Liu Xiaoran still saw it at a glance.
Liu Xiaoran couldn't control herself and took a step forward. As soon as she took a step forward, she was pulled back by Deng Wenli.
Deng Wenli has been paying attention to Liu Xiaoran's situation. She is afraid that he will lose control and ruin the wedding and make her infamous.
"Liu Xiaoran, what are you going to do? Don't forget, this wedding is a marriage between the Liu family and the Deng family. I don't need to explain the stakes to you in detail, right? Don't be impulsive. There are many reporters below.
…”
He gritted his teeth, stopped, and finally resisted the urge to walk towards Chen Zhiming, but he still couldn't take his eyes away from Chen Zhiming.
Chen Zhiming was also looking at him, and their eyes collided. It seemed that they had a thousand words to say, but they couldn't say a word.
Finally, Chen Zhiming, who was sitting in the audience, smiled at him, opened his mouth slightly, and said one sentence without making any sound.
Liu Xiaoran knew that what Chen Zhiming was talking about was lip reading.
He opened his lips and echoed his words: "I wish you happiness..."
Saying these four words, his heart felt like it was being cut alive by a knife, making him so painful that he couldn't breathe.
Deng Wenli felt worse and worse. She looked at the emcee urgingly: "No need to talk nonsense anymore, just take the last step!"
The master of ceremonies was startled and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, Miss Deng, are you willing to marry Mr. Liu Xiaoran as your wife? No matter whether you are born, old, sick or dead, poor or rich..."
Before she finished speaking, Deng Wenli immediately replied: "I do!"
The master of ceremonies then looked at Liu Xiaoran: "Mr. Liu, are you willing to marry Miss Deng? No matter life, old age, illness or death, poverty or wealth, you are willing to pamper her, love her, and never let her be wronged..."
This is already the end of the wedding, and it is also the cruelest end for Chen Zhiming.
Li Jinze couldn't help but look back at the calm Chen Zhiming, "Are you okay?"
"President, I'm fine, but I want to go back now." Chen Zhiming looked at him.
He was stunned, "The wedding isn't over yet? Do you really plan to go back?"
Chen Zhiming nodded, "I came here just to see Liu Xiaoran one last time and see him happy. Now, it's enough. It's time for me to leave. I believe he will live a better life without me. Only me
Only after he leaves can Deng Wenli treat him well."
Li Jinze frowned, "Chen Zhiming, what are you talking about?"
Why does he feel that Chen Zhiming spoke strangely today?
Chen Zhiming shook his head, stood up, and walked towards the exit.
Liu Xiaoran on the stage also saw Chen Zhiming, who was the first to leave.
After taking a few steps, Chen Zhiming suddenly fainted and fell to the ground...