At around 5:30, Zhu Youming drove a Bora and took Fang Zhicheng to the hotel where the wedding was held. Entering the hall, he saw a wedding poster of Zhao Yong and the bride. After technical processing, the two newlyweds on the poster looked quite right, but
When they entered the scene on the second floor, they found that the posters were really deceiving. Although Zhao Yong was not handsome, he was tall and had a refreshing complexion. However, the bride was not only short in height, but also weighed an astonishing amount.
Fang Zhicheng leaned close to Zhu Youming's ear and asked in a low voice: "Is the bride pregnant?"
Zhu Youming glared at Fang Zhicheng and replied, "Don't make random guesses. He has a big belly. Maybe he was born with it?"
The two of them smiled at each other tacitly, walked over and exchanged a few words with Zhu Youming, then obediently handed over the red envelopes and stepped into the hall to find a seat. Because they arrived very early, the table of the man's university classmates had not yet arrived.
After about ten minutes, classmates arrived one after another. Four of the six roommates who were originally in the same dormitory came together and sat down together to chat.
Zhao Yong had good interpersonal relationships at school, so he invited many of his college classmates, enough to have two tables.
After a while, Fang Zhicheng noticed that Zhu Youming's face changed drastically. He followed his gaze and saw Wang Meijia holding a man's arm and walking slowly over.
Wang Meijia put on a light make-up, and her originally delicate and small face looked delicate and refined. She was wearing a white dress and a pearl necklace around her white neck. She looked more graceful than before, but in this regard
In Fang Zhicheng's eyes, it felt a bit tacky.
Wang Meijia obviously didn't expect that Zhu Youming would also come to the wedding banquet. A look of embarrassment flashed across her face, but she quickly covered it up.
"Hi!" Wang Meijia greeted Zhu Youming generously.
Zhu Youming's face was stiff, but due to his gentlemanly demeanor, he said softly: "Long time no see!"
Wang Meijia pointed to the man beside her and said softly: "My boyfriend, Lin He."
Fang Zhicheng paused and said calmly: "Lin He, a big celebrity in our business school, doesn't need your introduction."
Lin He's father was the deputy director of the Qiongjin City Education Bureau. With this relationship, Lin He was successful in college. After graduation, he also got a good job in a foreign company. Fang Zhicheng did not expect Wang Meijia
She and Lin He actually got together. Didn't she know that Lin He was a playboy?
Seeing that Fang Zhicheng was very rude to Wang Meijia, Lin He frowned and said softly: "Fang Zhicheng, today is Zhao Yong's special day. We are all guests. We hope that each other will keep a low profile and not cause trouble."
Seeing Lin He threatening Fang Zhicheng, Zhu Youming was dissatisfied and sneered: "Lin He, you overestimate yourself, do you think I will cause trouble for you? Actually, I have to thank you for helping me solve a problem. By the way,
Just tell me, aren't you tired of eating the things I'm tired of eating?"
After hearing this, Wang Meijia and Lin He's expressions changed greatly. Especially Lin He clenched his fists, with veins looming on his forehead, and sneered: "Zhu Youming, you have such a bad mouth, you will be in trouble." After saying this, he
He turned around and sat at another table.
Fang Zhicheng sighed in a low voice: "Boy, your mouth is a little too bad. After all, we were lovers in the past, so let's be more polite, right?"
Zhu Youming's eyes were filled with angry fire, and he said softly: "The hatred of seizing your wife is not the same as the hatred of heaven."
Fang Zhicheng nodded and sighed: "That's right, I support you."
Zhu Youming smiled and took a sip of water depressedly.
What's the use of fighting with words? Every intimate movement between Lin He and Wang Meijia not far away was like a sharp sword light, cutting a bloody wound in his heart.
Wang Meijia looked at Lin He worriedly and said softly: "I'm sorry."
Lin He smiled softly, "Why do you want to say sorry?"
Wang Meijia said intermittently: "What Zhu Youming said just now was too unpleasant..."
Lin He reached out and gently held Wang Meijia's hand, and said calmly: "Didn't we agree that no one has the past? Since we are together, we must bravely accept the past."
Wang Meijia sighed: "You are much more mature than Zhu Youming."
Lin He smiled and said, "Why else would you choose him?"
Wang Meijia nodded slightly, with a happy smile on her face, and sighed in a low voice: "Thank you for understanding me."
Lin He rubbed the soft back of Wang Meijia's hand, feeling full of success. Wang Meijia was a beauty in the business school back then. Lin He had coveted it for a long time, but unfortunately Zhu Youming quickly took advantage of him. After graduation, he accidentally contacted Wang Meijia.
, and took various offensives against her. Because Zhu Youming's family opposed the relationship between the two, Lin He took advantage of this flaw and captured Wang Meijia in one fell swoop.
Lin He felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket, smiled and whispered to Wang Meijia, "I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be back later."
Wang Meijia watched Lin He leave tenderly. She originally thought that Zhu Youming's provocation would make Lin He feel angry, but she didn't expect that Lin He comforted herself instead, and she couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin He answered the phone at the top of the stairs, and a whispering voice came from the other side, with a slightly reproachful tone, "Honey, where are you?"
Lin He took out a cigarette and lit it, blowing smoke rings gracefully and explained: "I am attending a classmate's wedding. I will come to you later."
The gentle voice said calmly: "Whose wedding is it? Why didn't you take me there? Is the bridesmaid beautiful?"
Lin He consoled her: "I am a very low-key person. I am afraid that bringing you here will overshadow the bride. The bridesmaids are not as beautiful as you, and they are not as beautiful as one of your toes."
The gentle voice lowered, as if she was shy, and sighed: "Your mouth is getting more and more rude. Then let's have fun and won't disturb you anymore."
After hanging up the phone, Lin He turned around and was suddenly startled. He found Zhu Youming standing behind him with a cold face. He subconsciously took a step back, quickly calmed down and raised his eyebrows and said: "Zhu Youming, when did you become so shameless?
Hiding behind and eavesdropping on other people’s privacy?”
Zhu Youming said in a deep voice: "Lin He, let me ask you, are you just playing with Wang Meijia?"
Lin He shrugged and said proudly: "As you said, you are tired of playing with it anyway, so why do you care?"
"Scum!" Zhu Youming cursed in a deep voice.
Lin He's face darkened and he whispered: "For Zhao Yong's sake, I tolerated you just once. Don't push yourself too far. If you offend me again, don't blame me for not caring about my classmates."
Zhu Youming laughed twice, "Oh? Since you still care about the feelings of your classmates, then let me tear apart this hypocritical relationship."
After saying that, Zhu Youming flew out and kicked Lin He's upper body. Lin He smiled contemptuously, stepped forward, hugged the root of Zhu Youming's thigh, and with a smooth movement, Zhu Youming lost his center of gravity and flew out of thin air.
Zhu Youming originally thought that taking the initiative would give him the upper hand, but he didn't know that Lin He was a practitioner, and he suffered a big loss as soon as he took action.
Zhu Youming subconsciously wanted to get up, but when he landed, his face hit the ground, his head was concussed, and his hands and feet couldn't be used at all.
After finally standing up crookedly, Lin He walked over and kneed Zhu Youming in the abdomen. In pain, Zhu Youming clutched his stomach and lay on the ground again.
Lin He stepped on Zhu Youming's face with the sole of his shoe and crushed it, and said sarcastically: "That's all you have? No wonder you can't guard Wang Meijia, but you still have a chance. When I get tired of playing with her one day, maybe you can still
I can recycle her like picking up rags. Haha!"
There were footsteps at the top of the stairs. Lin He took a step back and turned into a humble and courteous gentleman in an instant. For Zhu Youming, he never paid attention to him because he was a loser, whether in love or fists.
The wedding had already begun, and the bride and groom began to walk through the ceremony. Seeing that Zhu Youming had not yet taken the seat, Fang Zhicheng couldn't help frowning. Because he was worried about Zhu Youming, Fang Zhicheng left the table and went to look for him. When he came to the door of the toilet, Fang Zhicheng heard that there was someone in the men's room.
With a low sobbing voice, he found the squatting position, knocked on the door, and whispered: "Boss, are you okay?"
Zhu Youming suppressed his voice and said in a low voice: "It's okay!"
"Then open the door." Fang Zhicheng felt something was wrong and patted the door again.
"I'll have a cigarette and I'll go out later." Zhu Youming took out a cigarette with trembling hands and held it in his mouth.
"Are you a man, hiding in the toilet and crying for a woman?" Fang Zhicheng said angrily, "If you have the guts, come out and come with me to settle the score with that guy!"
Zhu Youming beat the baffle in pain, making a "bah bang" sound, and said hoarsely: "Can you let me be quiet for a while? Do you think I didn't settle the score with him? I fought with him, and I was beaten into a pig's head.
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"You come out first!" Fang Zhicheng sighed, "Just let your enemies look down on you, but don't let your brothers look down on you too!"
After a while, the door was opened, and Zhu Youming had many scratches on his face and blood on the corners of his mouth.
Fang Zhicheng was jealous. He raised his head and sighed, cursed in a low voice, turned around and walked towards the banquet. Zhu Youming felt that Fang Zhicheng's attitude was not right, so he staggered behind him. Fang Zhicheng was very fast and came in the blink of an eye.
To the wedding venue.
The chasing lights hit the center of the stage, where the bride and groom were exchanging rings, and the surroundings were dim.
"Bah bang..." the sound of the salute started, and there were cheers and admirations all around.
"Kacha!"
A crisp voice sounded. He was staring at Lin He in the center of the stage. He felt a coolness on his forehead. He subconsciously touched the top of his head and felt a chill. His hands were sticky and the surrounding area was blurry. He couldn't see clearly.
He twirled it with his fingers and suddenly his eyes widened. Why is it blood?
He felt something was wrong and realized that he was being attacked. He turned around and looked over, only to find that Fang Zhicheng was holding a wine bottle in his hand and staring at him calmly. Then the pain spread and quickly spread throughout his body. He found that he was unconscious.
, his body was numb and he couldn't control his center of gravity, so he could only fall backwards. He slowly slipped from the chair.
"Ah!" A scream interrupted the festive wedding. Wang Meijia stared at Fang Zhicheng dumbfounded, at a loss!
Fang Zhicheng threw away the bottle of wine in his hand, calmly took out his mobile phone, dialed Zhao Qingya's number, and said with a wry smile: "Sister, I'm in trouble again!"