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Chapter 1079: Wedding in Kyoto 2
Many business leaders came to this wedding today. He also heard the news, but was stopped.

"please"

The man still didn't dare to offend the Ling family.

And after he went out, he also saw many colleagues at the back door.

"Have they all been invited out?"

"Please come out and give me a red envelope."

They didn't come in vain.

"Let's go, it's hot."

If the photo is really taken, there will be quite a lot of people who will come to participate this time.

"Let's go and have a delicious meal."

The waiter invited them out politely and gave them a big red envelope.

Zhao Jiaojiao was afraid of trouble, so Ling Yunrui prevented reporters from appearing at today's wedding, so that the photos would appear on the entertainment headlines.

Today, many parts of the hotel are on alert. Those who come to the wedding must have an invitation card, lest someone sneak in.

It is unavoidable that some people will still sneak in, so a few people with special memory stand at the door to greet them, filter them one by one to find out the reporters who sneaked in, and send them out.

"There are a lot of people here today."

"Ling's Group's only son got married, of course many people were invited, and some of them came to discuss cooperation."

But those who can be invited by the Ling family also have some abilities, and most of them cooperate with the Ling family.

There are also some relatives and friends.

"Have you seen the bride?"

"I heard that this bride is just an ordinary woman, and now she's married into a wealthy family."

"Keep your voice down, Mr. Xiao Ling likes his bride."

"Didn't you hear that Xiao Ling is always not close to women?"

"That's President Xiaoling's self-love."

"I heard that Xiao Ling was always a workaholic in the past. After meeting a bride, he just bought things for the bride, but he didn't know how to fall in love."

Suddenly a voice came in, causing the people who had been discussing before to look at each other in blank dismay, not daring to continue the conversation.

Except for a few children who are still in school, everyone in the Fang family came to help entertain the guests.

Grandpa Ling received several old folks of his age.

The groom finally came to the hotel to pick him up. He wasn't at home, let alone Fang's little cousin, and the two little sisters who brought him didn't dare to stop Mr. Xiao Ling. They picked him up quickly and walked around outside the hotel before preparing to walk the red carpet with Ling Yunrui.

"Invite us newcomers to enter."

The two were not holding hands, but they were holding red silk cloth, and Zhao Jiaojiao even wore an embroidered hijab on her head, which was kind of transparent.

The lights of the wedding scene fell on the door, and the guests on both sides were already seated, and they all looked at this scene.

Zhao Jiaojiao's red wedding dress was still dragging, and it was all embroidered by hand with stitches and threads.

"This wedding dress is beautiful." A woman's eyes lit up when she saw which wedding dress.

It looks better than a wedding dress. In recent years, more and more young people are wearing Xiuhe clothes to get married.

Many of the wedding venues are decorated in red, but they are not dazzling at all.

"I heard that Mrs. Ling personally selected and supervised it. It cost several million and took almost half a year to complete."

"He wears jewelry on his head, made of heavy gold."

"Mum, I'm getting married, and I want to wear this wedding dress."

"It's pretty good."

The two of them led the red silk cloth all the way and finally walked to the stage.

All four elders were invited up.

"salute."

"A bow to the high hall."

"Second greetings to the guests."

"Happy husband and wife."

"Licheng."

"Marriage between two surnames, a covenant made in one house, a good relationship will last forever, and they match the same name. Look at the peach blossoms on this day, and the house is IKEA. It is predicted that the melons will be endless in the next year, and the children will be prosperous. I would like to write to Hong Jian with the promise of white heads, so that the alliance of red leaves will be recorded in the mandarin score. This is proof." Grandpa Fang took out a copybook, opened it, pressed the microphone, and began to read.

(End of this chapter)