He Xiaoya's wedding arrived in a blink of an eye, and Song Lan arrived as promised.
In order not to stand out, she dressed very simply. She wore a pearl white woolen coat and long white boots, which made her look elegant and elegant.
Song Lan was taken outside the dressing room. After He Xiaoya finished putting on her makeup, she could go in and talk to the bride.
Thinking of He Xiaoya's longing for marriage, Song Lan couldn't help but reveal a hint of tenderness in her eyes.
I hope Han Zicheng will not let down He Xiaoya.
"...Song Lan?"
Not far away, a man's hoarse voice came.
Song Lan was stunned for a moment, then turned her eyes to meet the man's dark gaze.
We haven't seen each other for only half a month, Han Zicheng has changed a lot.
He was pale and thin. The black groom's dress did not look eye-catching on his body, but instead suppressed his overall aura.
Song Lan did not step forward, but instead opened a distance of half a meter, nodded distantly and said coldly: "Mr. Han."
"Song Lan, can you please stop calling me that? You can still call me Zicheng as before, okay?" Han Zicheng's eyes were slightly red, as if he hadn't slept for several nights.
Song Lan tilted his head towards the beginning, noncommittal.
Han Zicheng smiled bitterly: "Song Lan, can you go to the edge with me? I have a few words to say to you."
Song Lan looked at the people coming and going nearby, and it was indeed difficult to talk.
"Okay, let's go."
Han Zicheng took her to an empty lounge.
As soon as he opened the door, Han Zicheng came over excitedly and wanted to grab Song Lan's snow wrist.
Song Lan's eyes narrowed, and he quickly took out his hand, his gaze shot towards Han Zicheng like a sharp icy blade.
"Mr. Han!? You are about to get married. Today is your wedding. Please show some restraint and don't touch female guests casually."
Seeing her resisting movements, Han Zicheng's eyes flashed with hurt.
He stood frozen on the spot, his hands hanging in the air, not knowing whether to lift them up or put them down, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
"Song Lan, I'm looking for you just to ask you a question. If I give up the wedding right now, do you still want to be with me?"
Han Zicheng raised his eyes, his black pupils were full of obsession with Song Lan. He couldn't control his heart. Today was the last chance for those who couldn't express their love for Song Lan.
He must speak out.
Otherwise, there will be no chance again.
"If you promise me and stay with me, I will take you away now. I have enough money, and we can go abroad. We don't have to worry about the rumors outside, and we don't have to worry about He Chaozhi coming to find you. Okay, Song Lan...
"
Han Zicheng stretched out his hand, full of expectation again, wanting to hold Song Lan.
But Song Lan mercilessly slapped him away.
"Mr. Han, are you crazy? What crazy talk are you talking about?"
"Song Lan..." Han Zicheng was stunned. The pain made his handsome face tangled together ferociously, and his face was ashen.
Song Lan looked away coldly.
She thought Han Zicheng was a good person who would be responsible, but she didn't expect that he was still a heartless man!
She felt sick even if she took another look at him.
"Today is your wedding, and your bride is still waiting for you. Mr. Han, please cheer up. If the news of the groom harassing the female guests at the wedding spreads, I'm afraid it will damage the reputation of the Han family, right?"
Song Lan raised the corners of her mouth, but there was no trace of warmth or emotion in her eyes.
It was cold, like a simulated robot talking to Han Zicheng.
Only disgust is left undisguised.
Han Zicheng was extremely disappointed. He looked at Song Lan one last time with wet tears and nodded repeatedly with a wry smile.
"Okay, okay, I understand, Song Lan, I understand, I will take good care of Xiaoya. I was the one who offended, I'm sorry."
Han Zicheng didn't say anything else. He was so distraught that he rushed out of the door and disappeared into the corridor.
Song Lan lost strength instantly and fell onto the sofa with her legs weak.
She put her slender, snow-white fingertips against her heart, feeling the violent heartbeat there, and felt a trance.
It's hard to believe that Han Zicheng would say such things to her, it's really crazy...
Neither Han Zicheng nor Song Lan noticed that a woman's figure was hiding quietly behind the door, listening to their conversation completely.
After Song Lan left, Fang Xueqi jumped out from behind the door.
She held her phone, and on the screen was a recording she had just recorded. She raised her head and laughed.
"Song Lan, neither you nor that slut friend of yours can even think of entering the Han family. As long as your reputation is ruined, Chao Zhi will definitely not want you. I want Chao Zhi to know how you seduced my brother behind his back."
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The wedding officially began. Song Lan took the initiative to refuse the first row and sat in an inconspicuous corner, quietly watching He Xiaoya, who was wearing a wedding dress as the flower girl carried the skirt of the wedding dress and walked towards him with a happy and shy face.
She looked like the happiest bride in the world.
Song Lan's raised lips quickly turned away as she thought of what Han Zicheng had asked her in the lounge just now.
He Xiaoya has fallen in love with Han Zicheng and is completely devoted to Han Zicheng. For He Xiaoya's sake, she will not say this out loud.
Let this be a secret forever.
Han Zicheng took the bride in a daze, and silently led He Xiaoya to the priest.
"Mr. Han, Mr. Han?"
The priest called several times before Han Zicheng came back to his senses, embarrassed to think that he was still at the wedding.
"Sorry, I was distracted."
Although it was the first time for the priest to see a distracted groom, he still explained kindly and tolerantly: "It seems that our groom is too nervous, so he is distracted, so let's start the oath-taking process next."
The priest looked at He Xiaoya with gentle eyes.
"Ms. He, would you agree to Mr. Han's proposal and stay with me no matter how rich or poor you are in the future?"
He Xiaoya's eyes glowed slightly and she nodded excitedly: "I agree."
"Okay, then Mr. Han..."
The priest repeated what he had just said and asked Han Zicheng.
"Do you agree to marry Miss He Xiaoya?"
Han Zicheng pursed his lips and fell silent.
He raised his eyes and looked vaguely at Song Lan's position, his eyes filled with emotions.
Seeing that he was lost in thought again, the priest coughed twice and reminded: "Mr. Han! Will you agree to marry Miss He Xiaoya?"
Han Zicheng came back to his senses, pale beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he opened his lips feebly: "I, I..."
"He won't agree!"
Among the guests, Fang Xueqi suddenly stood up and walked to the priest.
Han Zicheng's expression changed: "Fang Xueqi, what are you doing? This is a wedding, you can't mess around!"
Fang Xueqi opened her phone with disdain and held it up high, with a playful smile on her face: "Cousin, why are you so angry? I am helping you. Only my cousin knows what you really think. If you do it again,
If you are too late, you will be kidnapped and married by this woman, how can I stand it!"
