The stylist and makeup artist are making final adjustments to Sikong Lingge's makeup.
Outside the door, the Feng couple stood.
Fang Yiren stood beside them, wearing a knee-length dress, with a pale face, and her classical appearance made me feel even more worried-
If a man suddenly sees this, he will feel compassion.
Unfortunately, under the soft appearance, there is a heart that is even more vicious than a witch.
Sikong Lingge clenched his fists tightly and took a deep breath to control his inner emotions and not rushing over to knock off the secret pride on Fang Yiren's face!
Damn woman!
If her mouth was not as hard as a dead duck, she wouldn't have to get to where she is today!
Everyone knows that the wedding will be broadcast live in the entire S City, or even the entire China—
Especially Shangguan Rui...
Sikong Lingge was so angry that he wanted to kill Fang Yiren on the spot.
But...it doesn't work.
At least not now.
No matter how angry she is, she must endure it.
Li Ye promised that at the latest, he would ask Fang Yiren about the antidote and Fang's news from the wedding.
She can't be confused.
Otherwise, big things will be ruined.
Take a deep breath to stabilize your emotions.
Feng Liye sat in a wheelchair, while waiting quietly, looking at Sikong Lingge, constantly comforting her with her eyes to make her feel at ease.
Under his calm eyes, Sikong Lingge's emotions slowly calmed down, forcing himself to turn his attention to Feng Liye.
Feng Liye is very outstanding, Sikong Lingge knows better than anyone else.
However, today, his dressing once again refreshed the impression of Sikong Lingge.
All the black hair is combed back, revealing perfect facial features—
The outline like a knife, the straight nose bridge, the deep eyes, the cool and thin lips... is full of nobility.
Feng Liye's own temperament gives people a sense of distance that can only be viewed from afar and not played with.
The stylist obviously knows Feng Liye very well. He designed a non-standard white suit for him, with no stereotyped design. When worn on his body, he instantly dispels Feng Liye's sense of distance.
"Young Master, it's already done." The stylist finally sorted out the veil, made sure everything was perfect, and reported to Feng Liye respectfully.
Feng Liye nodded, and the servant pushed the wheelchair to Sikong Lingge.
"It's almost time, let's go." Feng Li Ye Yongya stretched out his hand.
Sikong Lingge stayed stuck for a few seconds and handed over his hand.
Originally, the process of the wedding should be the man waiting on the spot, and the woman was led by her father.
The Feng family did not inform anyone who had anything to do with Sikong Lingge at this wedding, so it was changed to be played together by the bride and the bride.
The two slowly moved towards the door.
While walking, Sikong Lingge suddenly became nervous, wondering if this wedding would be a conspiracy—
We can't blame Sikong Lingge for thinking this way.
Li Ye promised her that before the wedding, she would definitely ask for details about the antidote and Fang's.
But now, we are going to the wedding scene, but there is no movement from Feng Liye.