The clear picture shows an extremely beautiful wedding photo. In the photo, the man is wearing a white suit, extremely handsome, with a happy smile on his handsome face, while the woman is wearing a white and holy wedding dress. She is incredibly beautiful. She is really a talented man and a beautiful woman! If it were different,
When others see it, they will definitely praise it as a beautiful and happy couple who have achieved fruitful cultivation.
But for Ouyang Ji, his heart ached as if he had been evacuated, losing the most important person just because the man in the wedding photo was Feng Jicheng and the woman was Simiao!
He turned off the TV covertly, thinking that by turning off the TV no one would see the wedding photo, thinking that turning off the TV would freeze the time, so Simiao would never be able to marry Feng Jicheng.
The 100-meter luxurious office seemed to have no air at this moment, which made Ouyang Ji feel as if he was about to suffocate. He stood up suddenly, shook his body a few times, and said, "Bang——".
"Mr. Ou, Mr. Ou!!" David looked at Ouyang Ji who fell on the seat and was unconscious, shouted nervously, and hurriedly dialed Ou Zhai, because as a celebrity, every trivial matter will be publicized by reporters.
It has become a big thing. If 110 is called here, things will become extraordinary...
Wang Ma put a cold towel on the forehead of Ouyang Ji, who was lying on the big bed with a pale face. She looked at Ouyang Ji with distress, who had become thinner and thinner since he came back from abroad a week ago. Her young master, why did he become like this for his young mistress?
, I haven’t had a good meal for a week, I have buried myself in work for a week, but I can’t heal the wounds in my heart.
"Stupid woman, I didn't mean it. Really, forgive me." Ouyang Ji, who was in a coma, shook his head uncomfortably, cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and murmured with a solemn expression, "No, don't marry him, don't."
"Young Master," Wang Ma cried distressedly. She really wanted to call Simiao and tell him about Ouyang Ji's situation, but because she didn't have Simiao's mobile phone number, she could only cry and look at the arrogant young master she had seen since childhood.
, so tortured by emotions...
Greece. As a bride-to-be, Simiao lay obediently on the bed* in a beauty shop, letting the beautician take care of her flawless pretty face.
"Bride-to-be, why are you so quiet and never smile?" the beautician asked jokingly, "Did you secretly promise someone else?".
Simiao smiled lightly, or just raised the corners of her lips, "I am usually a relatively quiet person." She closed her eyes and blinked her eyelashes like saucer wings. She spoke to Han Xue on the phone last night. Congratulations to Han Xue.
At the same time, she asked her a question, but she was a little overwhelmed by the question. Han Xue just asked, "Miao, tell me, are you happy? Are you happy?".
She was startled at the time, and then said, "Who said that a woman who wants to get married must be happy, must be happy? Marriage, to me, is just a formality, snow, not everyone can be favored by God.
Marry someone you like, but think about it, after a few years of marriage, love will turn into family affection. I just achieved family affection in advance."
"A set of crooked theories." Han Xue was on the phone for a long time before she said seriously, "Miao, Brother Junxi and I hope you are happy, follow your heart, and don't wait until you really miss someone.
Thinking of regret."
Simiao slowly opened her eyes and asked the beautician, who was a woman, "You have done beautification on many brides, are everyone's faces happy?".