The wind was beautiful and the sky was blue. Tang Yebai, the number one single man in S city, and Lin Qing, the international movie queen, got married.
Red carpet, flowers, dreamy wedding.
Big names gathered, superstars and celebrities made the scene very grand.
The bride wore a white veil, and the latest dream wedding dress from Milan made her look as beautiful as a flower, making her charming.
The groom has a lazy temperament, a charming face, a gorgeous and charming look, and a demonic look between his brows that cannot be ignored. His every move reflects the nobility and elegance of an aristocrat, but he also looks like a fairy.
The pastor asked, "Mr. Tang Yebai, the groom, are you willing to marry Miss Lin Qing as your wife? No matter how rich or poor you are, you will never leave her."
Tang Ye's thin white lips curled up into an evil smile. Such a smile seemed sentimental, but also revealed a bit of ruthlessness.
For a long time, no answer was found.
The pastor was surprised and asked again. Lin Qing looked at Tang Yebai in astonishment. Tang Yebai, who loved her dearly, was hesitating?
Just when everyone was surprised, Tang Yebai said, "I do."
Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The pastor asked, "Bride, Miss Lin Qing, are you willing to marry Mr. Tang Yebai, no matter how rich or poor you are, you will never leave her?"
There was a loud bang and the church door was kicked open.
The light pours in, making it more like a dream.
A petite figure appeared at the door of the church, with long beautiful hair tied high and wearing a golden mask.
Tight night clothes, wild and chilling.
Her back was like thousands of rays of blood intertwining in a complicated way, creating a background of chilling autumn wind.
There was a commotion at the scene, with whispers and discussions.
Who is this?
A cold smile appeared on the woman's lips, and she suddenly turned her wrist, holding the pistol in her hand, aiming straight at the bride Lin Qing.
Aim and pull the trigger.
The bullet hit the bride's heart like an arrow off the string.
Fast, clean and neat.
Blood continuously overflowed from Lin Qing's chest, bringing out enchanting death flowers.
There was chaos and screaming.
The woman put her right hand on her lips, smiled suddenly, blew a passionate and enchanting kiss to Tang Yebai, turned around, and left neatly without leaving a trace.
Tang Yebai curled up the corners of his lips in a half-smiling manner, showing even more demonic aura, but his eyes were as cold as ice and there was no smile at all.
Tang Yebai walked out of the church calmly.
The white dress was stained with a little blood, just like the white flowers on the grave were stained with enchanting colors.
He is the darling of God, with a gorgeous face and unparalleled enchantment. His exquisite face is like the strokes of the best painter, which is extremely charming.
The outside world is no stranger to rumors about Young Master Tang.
Iron-fisted, decisive, and coquettish.
He is a man who can drink red wine slowly while killing others without mercy.
Cold and iron-blooded and charming and charming all in one.
Today was his wedding, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a funeral.
The media swarmed.
"Young Master Tang, was Miss Lin really shot?"
"Young Master Tang, who killed Miss Lin?"
"Is there someone taking revenge? Does Mr. Tang know who did it?"
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The bodyguards escorted him all the way, but they couldn't stop the media's offensive.
Tang Yebai suddenly stopped, and all the major media were waiting for his response. The man in the sun was like a coquettish statue, so gorgeous that people dared not look directly at him.
"Get out!" Tang Yebai suddenly uttered one word.
The single word was not loud or angry, but it was like a sharp cold wind sweeping past. The surroundings suddenly dropped in temperature, and everyone felt as if someone was pinching their throats and unable to breathe.