MTL - Bye Bye-Chapter 96

The wedding was held in the indoor auditorium, with pink and white flowers as the main color. There is an arch made of flowers in front of the red carpet.

Every detail of the whole scene is full of girly style.

The guests arrived one after another, and several celebrities were joking and talking, the hostess of the Cen family is really lucky, the prince dotes on her so much.

Regarding the identity and family background of the bride, it is also a point that the guests care about. The wealth of the Cen family cannot be calculated, and there is no need to marry with any family in the business world.

The bride will not be a star artist in the film industry, how can an unknown junior enter the Cen family's door.

It is even more impossible for ordinary people. Cinderella only exists in fairy tales.

After everyone deduces it, the political circles are left. They searched, and the surname Wang did not match up.

It seems to be an illegitimate daughter.

But it does not prevent the Cen family from picking her and forming an alliance with the family behind her.

The guests are all watching the arrival of the woman. It's a pity they didn't see any familiar faces.

The woman's family didn't come very often, they were all relatives of her mother, and none of the important figures from her father's side were present, which was inappropriate.

Ziao Bai was lying in front of the table, with his chin resting on the table, playing games on his phone with both hands.

"Bai Bai, the weather has changed, we will go back at noon." Zhang Zhen came across several tables and said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Just as Ziobai finished speaking, the character in the game died, and he handed the phone to Zhang Zhen, "Brother, help me play."

Zhang Zhen's gaze shifted from Ziababa's face to the phone, he was absent-minded.

He and Qi Huai were guarding outside the door last night.

After a while, several bosses came, and all of them happened to have long-term cooperation with the Qi family. They knew Zhang Zhen and chatted with him directly.

Time passed unknowingly.

Zhang Zhen's thoughts were taken away, and then turned back, he endured and endured, the well-defined muscles on his back were tense and aching. Just when he was about to shake off Qi Huai who was blocking him, and kicked open the door, the door opened from the inside, and his brother walked out smoothly.

But he just felt something was wrong. That feeling had been in his heart all morning, and it was indescribably wrong.

"Hit, the fist is on your face, hit it!"

The urging of Zizania came from next to his ear, and Zhang Zhen came back to his senses. He performed a dazzled operation and lost.

Zibazania's eyes were sad.

"I'll give you back the points." Zhang Zhen started the fight for the second time, no longer distracted.

Ziao Bai was lying on his stomach and playing with Zhang Pillow. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs buttoned up. He said he had a cold, but it was actually gauze covering his wrists.

When Cen Jingmo was about to cry last night, Ziobai couldn't stand it and opened his eyes as if he had just woken up. He looked at Cen Jingmo confusedly and asked: What is this place?

At the end of Cen Jing's sentence: I am also bewitched.

After that, it was a guilty explanation and apology, bandaging the wound, soaking in the blood-smelling medicinal bath, and changing clothes.

Things turned upside down.

Despite the appearance.

Zibania's head is turned to the other side, and the rich and famous bigwigs in various fields are in his field of vision. His breath seems to smell like dog blood. If Cen Jingmo hadn't joined the group, he would definitely stage a **** drama again. black house.

The sick and the violent have their own fucks, but they have one thing in common, they are both lunatics.

I really want to thank Cen Jingmo for his original character design—curious, moved, and paranoid about other people's stories.

I have eaten 50 melons.

Enter the group after recovering memory.

"Hello, Young Master Bai."

A cautious young male voice sounded beside him, Ziobai raised his eyelashes listlessly, and looked at the handsome stranger.

While Zhang Zhen was playing games, he leaned into Jiao Bai's ear to introduce the person's identity. He said that the person was the youngest son of an old partner of the Qi family.

It turned out to be the little boy. Zaobai greeted lazily: "Hello."

The handsome guy wore a white tuxedo and a black bow tie under the collar of his shirt. He was dressed very solemnly, like a groom. He blushed to express his admiration.

After hearing this, Zibai knew that this person was his fan.

Yes, that's right, he's an icon.

The handsome guy hesitated for a long time, and handed over a gorgeously designed invitation letter. He said that he would have a violin performance in mid-to-late July, and hoped that his idol would come.

Zibai glanced at the invitation letter: "Just one? If I go, I will definitely bring my boyfriend, one is not enough."

The handsome guy was stunned for a moment: "Also, there are many more."

"I don't have it with me," he pursed his lips in embarrassment, "how about you exchange contact information with me, and when I go back, I'll send you the invitation letter."

Before Zibai could respond, the handsome guy hurriedly said: "I know you and Director Qi are very affectionate, I have no other intentions, I just want my first performance to... I hurt my hand, I gave up at first, I think I have no hope, my whole life will be like that, I saw you..."

Ziobac didn't listen, and reported his WeChat. The handsome guy was still talking incoherently, but his voice stopped abruptly.

"Add." Zizania impatient.

The handsome guy was suddenly clever, and quickly added WeChat to send out a friend request. Once his goal was achieved, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and left wisely.

Ziobai noticed Zhang Zhen's gaze, he glanced over and said slowly, "Win?"

Zhang Zhen was so guilty that he didn't let Jiao Bai watch the defeat on his phone, and he didn't think about the word "very loving".

The guests in the auditorium are waiting for the wedding to start, the staff are doing the final confirmation work, the master of ceremonies is communicating with people on the stage, looking at the big screen that will play a romantic love story from time to time, but the groom is nowhere to be seen.

Zibai didn't have time to think about Cen Jingmo's mood today. Those who don’t know each other, those who have read gossip and eaten melons, celebrities and movie stars who have shown their faces in comics, etc., come to him one by one, with a strong sense of form.

The title of future Mrs. Qi is placed on Zibai's head, and his image is very positive, thanks to the influence of the personal story report.

That was also one of Qi Yiliao's many arrangements.

Thinking so much, thinking so far, how sad. Life is short, hey.

Ziabab took something to eat from the fruit plate on the table, and after a few bites, he stood up and moved his hands and feet, and his tailbone felt uncomfortable after sitting for a long time.

"Young Master Bai, do you want to eat peaches?" Qi Huai got the peaches from somewhere, half the size of a palm, water-red.

Zizania succulent took it and bit it down, making his face twist from the soreness.

A paper towel was handed under his nose, and he glanced at his distant nephew, who was so poor, and instead of spitting out the sour peach meat in his mouth, he took the paper towel and continued by himself.

Qi Huai's gaze swept over Zia Bai's left hand, and his eyes behind the lens narrowed.

"These peaches are not for people to eat." Zizania still felt sour after throwing up the peach flesh, and he drank a few mouthfuls of tea before he calmed down.

There was an unusual atmosphere in the auditorium, and the Cen family was in a hurry.

After observing Ziobai for a while, his brows twitched, what's going on, is it possible that Cen Jingmo is going to regret his marriage?

"Win." Zhang Zhen next to him clenched his fist without any image.

Ziobai leaned over and hung his right arm on his shoulder: "Amazing, your points."

"Your brother can't do anything else, boxing is first-rate." Zhang Zhen's peach eyes contained a smug smile, "I'll play two more for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his own cell phone vibrated.

Qi Huai: Come out, I have something to say.

Zhang Zhen looked at Qi Huai, his gaze was so obvious that he didn't hide it. Zizania easily caught it.

"What's wrong?" Jiao Bai squinted, "What are you two doing in front of me?"

Qi Huai gave Zhang Zhen a look: idiot.

Zhang Zhen's face that didn't match his physique and strength showed anger. He pulled away the chair and stood up, his arm muscles bulging.

"Brother, what are you doing, sit down." Zizania Lazhang pillow, "Brother!"

At the upper left of the auditorium, Yi Zhe was with the relatives of Cen's family. Whenever someone came to talk to him with unknown purpose, Cen Yu would block him. He wanted to say that he could handle it by himself.

But Cen Yu's desire to protect him is too strong, if he refuses, she will be sad.

Yi Zhe peeled the walnuts for Cen Yu, and suddenly paused.

"Brother" was mixed in the noise, it was not clear, it was very vague, but he unconsciously avoided those noises and took the word into his ears.

Yi Zhe searched for the source of the sound, turned his head back, and saw a strange young man lying on the back of a strange man.

The young man lowered his brows and eyes, and he couldn't hide his intimacy when he said something to the man.

For some reason, Yi Zhe's heart ached, and he looked blankly.

The half of the walnut in his hand was unconsciously squeezed tightly by him, and the cracked hard shell pierced his palm. He stood up and walked over there uncontrollably.