"Madam, someone will take you back to China." It was Fu Cheng's voice, not Lian Shi's.
Han Lin immediately asked, "Where is Lian Shi? Where is he?"
Fu Cheng paused and said, "Madam, Mr. Zhan is very busy."
"Busy, busy, busy! He is the busiest in the world!"
"Call him and ask him to come back to me right away. If he doesn't come back, he will never see his mother again!"
Bang, Han Lin hung up the phone.
Fu Cheng listened to the busy signal on his cell phone, came to the bedroom, and knocked on the door.
Just a word and he waited aside.
In the bedroom, the curtains were closed and the lights were not turned on, so it was pitch dark inside.
The person in the bedroom seemed to be sleeping soundly.
However, as the small knock on the door came, the person on the bed moved, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
When he got out of bed, he was very light and his movements were so small that they were almost inaudible.
But when he got out of bed, he didn't go out immediately. Instead, he covered the person on the bed with a quilt before going out.
Fu Cheng was waiting three steps outside the door. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he looked over and quickly lowered his head.
Zhan Lianshi walked over wearing a shirt and said, "Say."
Fu Cheng said, "My wife said that if you don't go back, you will never see her again."
Zhan Lianshi looked at the sky that was gradually glowing with white light outside, "Tell her, just pretend that I don't have this son."
Fu Cheng paused, nodded, turned and left.
Zhan Lianshi did not go back to the bedroom. He stood in front of the railing, watching the sky outside turn white little by little, and the ink in his black eyes seemed to dissipate a little with the white light.
threaten?
The last thing he disliked when he was honest was threats.
Fu Cheng told Han Lin what Zhan Lianshi said, and Han Lin shook her whole body and fell on the sofa.
Nizi.
This traitor!
Smir Hotel, four o'clock in the morning.
Qiao An brought the makeup artist, stylist, and the person in charge of the wedding company to Liu Jin's room.
She knocked on the door.
There was no movement inside.
Makeup artists, stylists, and wedding planners all had doubts on their faces.
The person in charge of the wedding said: "Are you still awake?"
Since we had agreed on what time to put on makeup the next day on the first day, we set the alarm clock early.
I'm afraid of oversleeping.
But now Qiao An knocks on the door and there is no response at all. Didn't he oversleep?
"I call."
Qiao An picked up her cell phone and called Liu Jin.
She was on the phone and knocking on the door, with a faint worry in her eyes.
Yesterday Zhan Lianshi came, but although Zhan Lianshi came, he didn't ask about the details and situation of the wedding at all.
It seems that he is not the groom who comes to get married, but a guest who comes to attend the wedding.
She was worried.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."
Qiao An frowned.
The phone cannot be reached.
What happened?
She continued to knock on the door, but at this moment the door opened.
Qiao An was startled and looked at Liu Jin.
Liu Jin was wearing a bathrobe, her hair was wet and fell behind her head, as if she had just taken a shower.
"Come in."
After saying this coldly, he turned around and went in.
Qiao An's heart moved slightly, and her eyes became more worried.
Liu Jin looked like something had happened.
Makeup artists, stylists, and wedding planners also felt something was wrong with Liu Jin.
The few people said nothing and went in with their suitcases.
Inside the suitcase are all the things they need for makeup and styling.
Liu Jin sat in front of the dressing table, leaned on the back of the chair, and closed her eyes.
Several people hurried over, some were blow-drying her hair, some were trimming her nails, and some were making reports.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became tense.
Qiao An looked at the person in the mirror.
His face looked very bad.
It's not that I'm angry, it's just my complexion.
Liu Jin looked bad.
What's wrong?
Time passed bit by bit, and the sky outside gradually became brighter.
Liu Jin opened her eyes.
"Joan."
Qiao An stayed by the side and said nothing.
Everything was arranged before yesterday, but now she has nothing to do.