In City D, the church bell rang, and the newlyweds walked out of the church amidst the blessings of everyone.
The groom is in his fifties, with a chubby belly, and holds the bride in his arms. The bride is extremely beautiful. Although she is not young, she is still so beautiful that it makes people palpitate.
There were cheers of congratulations all around, and those attending the wedding were all political and business leaders from D City.
"Mr. Tao, congratulations!"
Tao Weicheng's face was glowing and he couldn't help but thank him. He smiled so much that there were cracks in the corners of his eyes. "Thank you, thank you." He turned around and waved, "That's right, come here."
A handsome young man with an upright posture walked over.
"Uh, he is..."
"Haha, he is my stepson, and he is helping me in Xingyu now."
Seeing her husband taking such good care of her son, the bride smiled happily.
Leng Yiran nodded politely to everyone, acting calmly and calmly, as if he was born to be a luminous person under the spotlight.
At this moment, a dazzling red sports car drove quickly from a distance and rushed towards the bride and groom. A burst of exclamations broke out from the crowd.
Leng Yiran narrowed his eyes and stared into the distance.
"squeak--"
The sports car stopped suddenly, the door opened, and a young and beautiful woman came out, about twenty years old, tall, wearing a pair of three-inch high black boots, black stockings, a sexy short skirt, and a tight motorcycle jacket.
Everyone was stunned and stared at her without knowing why.
The woman took off her sunglasses and shook her long, slightly naturally curly hair. Her pair of cat eyes exuded a unique and blurry charm.
She walked straight to Tao Weicheng, pursed her sexy red lips, and cooed, "Dear, didn't you say you only love me in this life? Why did you find a new lover so quickly?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of breathing came and went.
The bride's eyes widened in disbelief, "Weicheng, you..."
Leng Yiran stared at his stepfather's red face, his eyes gradually becoming colder.
Ignoring the surroundings, the woman hooked her arms around Tao Weicheng's neck, her eyes moving and seducing her, "Why, am I not as good as this MILF?"
There was an uproar all around.
Tao Weicheng pulled her away angrily, "Smelly girl! Stop messing around!"
The bride forced a smile and said, "Weicheng, she is..."
Tao Weicheng weakly replied, "My daughter."
"Oh, it turns out to be Zhixing! Weicheng, you are serious, why didn't you tell me earlier!" The bride took Zhixing's hand affectionately, "Zhixing, I often hear your father mention you, but I never had the chance. see you."
Zhi Xing lowered his eyes, took out his hand, ran his long fingers lazily through his hair, and raised his eyebrows, "Dad, even if you want to find a woman to marry, you still need to find a decent one. Why do you want to find someone with a drag bottle? What, are you afraid that no one will compete with me for property after you enter the coffin?"
The bride stood there in embarrassment, and there was gradually talk around her.
I had long heard that the Tao family had a deviant daughter who smoked, fought and got involved in bad societies. She was exiled abroad by Tao Weicheng at the age of 15.
Leng Yiran gently held her mother's hand and looked at Zhixing like a sharp knife.
Tao Weicheng became angry and said, "Weixing! What nonsense are you talking about?! Why don't you apologize to your mother quickly!"
Zhi Xing's eyes were mocking, and he smiled seductively, "Sorry," he turned and walked towards the sports car, took out something from it, turned around and threw it at Tao Weicheng's feet, "Hey, this is a gift from my mother."
"You!!" Tao Weicheng looked at the wreath on the ground and jumped in anger, his round face turned the color of pig liver, "Damn girl, how dare you curse me?!"
The bride's face turned pale, she bit her lip and lowered her head. The wedding she had carefully prepared and been looking forward to for so long was ruined by this stepdaughter who appeared out of nowhere!
Leng Yiran silently walked over and picked up the wreath, raised his eyes, and stared at Weaving Star coldly.
Zhixing sat in the car, glanced at him with disdain, put on his sunglasses, raised his hand, "BYE!"
The sports car roared and raised a puff of smoke.
In the narrow and winding passage, a black Bentley drove towards her and passed her convertible Ferrari.
Through the dark car window, the person sitting inside could take in the scenery outside. Inside the sunglasses, a deep and sharp gaze inadvertently swept across the star...