Since Yinzai became the chief executive of Huanyan Consortium, he has never let reporters find anything out of him. Today, the woman who is about to become his wife has embarrassed him so much!
Those old guys will be able to ridicule him in the future!
This woman didn't fall early or later, but she fell at this time. Is she getting along with the old guys?
Yinzai's narrow black eyes narrowed dangerously. If so, he would make this woman die in an ugly way!
Murong Rong felt a murderous look directed at her. She looked quietly. With her 200 degree myopia, she couldn't see the people on the stage clearly, but she was sure that the person who wanted to kill her was her soon-to-be husband.
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Murong Rong ignored the pain in her knees and scrambled to get up. In a panic, she stepped on the big tail of the wedding dress. She couldn't help but threw herself forward and knocked the nine-story wedding cake to the ground. On top of the red
A large area of milky white was smashed onto the carpet.
Murong Rong felt remorseful and angry at the same time. Whoever made such a long wedding dress would be dead now!
The seven bridesmaids hurriedly ran up and pulled Murong Rong up from the ground.
The stylist came up quickly, tidied up Murong Rong's messy hair, and then left.
The makeup artist quickly opened the makeup box, and powder powder flew everywhere. He had already touched up Murong Rong's makeup, and then removed it.
The seamstress had already knelt down, holding needle and thread in hand, and quickly repaired the torn corner of the large swing tail with flying fingers.
Murong Rong glanced at Ouyang Ye secretly, but saw that his face was sometimes green, sometimes white, and sometimes red, like a palette.
She really didn't mean it...
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The pastor's solemn voice sounded: "Mr. Yinzai, are you willing to marry Miss Ouyang Xiyu as your wife? Take care of her, respect her, and love her as you love yourself. No matter if she is sick or healthy, rich or poor,
Poverty and remain loyal to her until you leave this world?"
"I do." Yinzai's face was ashen, and those three words seemed to come out from gritted teeth.
Murong lowered her head in fear, and Yinzai's big hand holding her hand clamped on her like a pair of pliers, as if he wanted to break her hand.
The deep anger emanating from her made her unable to breathe.