Wealthy Families: There Is a Mysterious Wife

On the day of the wedding, at four o'clock in the morning, the eastern sky had just begun to turn white, and the Fengzhu Garden was already a busy scene.

Food, drink, play, and use were airlifted from all over the world, loaded by large trucks one by one, and drove in through the back door one by one. It was very spectacular to drive on the asphalt road with dim night lights.

Many motorists wore uniform clothing and rode bicycles of uniform color and style, shuttling through the streets and alleys like cheerful fish.

The battery cars to pick up the guests are arranged neatly at the gates of the parking lots with a driver and a hostess.

Except for a few media outlets that had obtained licenses to settle in Fengzhuyuan in advance, the staff of other media outlets waited in an orderly manner at the designated location, waiting for the release order.

The staff of the mechanical engineering department are meticulously doing the final routine inspection of security checks, elevators and other equipment.

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In short, Fengzhuyuan is as lively as it is, and everyone's enthusiasm and enthusiasm are even higher than ten feet.

"Mom... I'm so nervous..." Ji Yirou sat in front of the makeup mirror, letting the makeup artist and stylist 'at the mercy' of her, her two delicate little hands intertwined in a state of bewilderment.

"Stupid daughter, which bride is not nervous? Even a big star at the actress level will also be nervous when she gets married. You, just follow the bride's requirements for a while, and you will be fine. "Thinking that a few hours later, her daughter will be exposed in front of the world in a grand global live broadcast as the wife of the vice president of Ji's Group, Ji Yirou's mother is extremely excited and inflated, even if it is described as smug. Too much.

You know, among the children of the Ji family who can hold the wedding ceremony on the same day as the prince of the Ji family group, Ji Yirou and Ji Qingxuan are absolutely unprecedented.

This not only represents a simple honor, but also directly demonstrates the status of the two of them in Ji's family. Although Ji Yirou enjoys the glory of her husband Qin Peng, outsiders don't care about you.

"Brother Rufeng is really serious. He even ordered that no bridesmaids and best men are allowed, otherwise I can chat with my girlfriends to relieve the pressure." Ji Yirou has a straight face, full of puzzlement.

Hearing this, Ji Yirou's mother's face changed, she looked around quickly, and lowered her voice: "My precious daughter, you can't say that!"

Ji Yirou naturally knows that there are some things that must not be said in public, but she really can't control it.

Only, mother was right.

In line with the principle of saying as much as you say, making mistakes at the first step, although you have emotions in your heart, you still choose to silence.

another room.

Lin Qian sat gracefully in front of the makeup mirror, with a smile as sweet as honey looming on the corner of her lips, and a pair of charming watery eyes shining brightly, quietly enjoying the beauty of being a bride. Excitement and tension.

From last night to now, there is always a picture in her mind - in front of the makeup mirror, Xiaoyou is sitting quietly and gently, with an elegant orchid smile rippling on the corners of her plump and delicate lips, and her energetic eyes are shining With a brilliance brighter than diamonds, the beauty of the world becomes even more stunning under the careful depiction of the makeup artist...

"Qianqian, there are still more than two hours until the wedding ceremony, do you want to eat something first?"

Zhang Xiaoxuan's voice brought Lin Qian, who was immersed in her fantasy, back to reality. She smiled softly, "Xiaoxuan, Xiaoxiao, you are here!"

Zhang Xiaoxuan put the snack plate on the dressing table, then turned around and took the juice cup from Sang Xiaoxiao and put it in Lin Qian's hand, domineering yet gentle: "Here, drink it up! If you wake up early, you must not have eaten anything, I picked a few of your favorite foods on weekdays, and filled your stomach first, and you may be too busy to eat later."

"Thank you, Xiaoxuan." Lin Qian raised her head and smiled softly.

"I was thinking about Xiaoyou just now!" Zhang Xiaoxuan casually picked up a piece of snack, and handed it to Lin Qian who had recovered but only half of it.

"En!" Lin Qian did not deny it.

On days like this, Xiao You, who is also the heroine but is 'absent', it's hard for her not to think about it.

"Believe me, although she is not in the same space as us, she can definitely feel our thoughts and thoughts. At this moment, she must be thinking about us just like us. Perhaps, she is quietly looking at you in that space, looking at you. It’s just that our naked eyes can’t see it.” Thinking of Shui Lingyou’s breathtakingly beautiful eyes, as clear as springs and as agile as stars, Zhang Xiaoxuan felt that such a possibility was not only possible, but also very large.

Lin Qian pursed her lips and smiled gently: "Have you guys gone to see Yirou? Don't treat her coldly just because you are not close to her on weekdays."

"Don't worry! Even if I don't like her, on this special day, as good sisters of you and Xiaoyou, the two mistresses of the Ji family, Xiaoxiao and I will try our best to maintain our proper bearing. Zhang Xiaoxuan smiled slyly: "Besides, on this big day that attracts everyone's attention, I believe that Miss Ji Yirou doesn't have the guts to lose her temper as a young lady."

Lin Qian smiled and agreed.

Sang Xiaoxiao put the cup of clear water in her hand on the dressing table, and hit the point: "The vice president is her husband, even if Ji Shao doesn't sit in charge, I don't think she will be so stupid as to let herself do something to make her husband It’s something you can’t get off stage.”

"Xiaoxiao, you've turned bad!" Zhang Xiaoxuan smirked.

"The so-called one who is close to ink is black, and one who is close to vermilion is red, probably the reason why I have become bad! Hee hee..." Sang Xiaoxiao has long been used to all kinds of "flirting" with Zhang Xiaoxuan, and it is even more embarrassing when he picks up the words. Come and go.

Lin Qian was directly amused.

"Xiaoxiao, you, you, you, you..." What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot, Zhang Xiaoxuan thinks it is now.

"Sister Xiaoxuan, don't be angry! I'm praising you." Sang Xiaoxiao smiled brightly, and before Zhang Xiaoxuan had time to speak again, she coquettishly put her arm on her: "Sister Qian, sister Xiaoxuan and I Go and deliver some food to Miss Yirou first, and come back to accompany you later."

Lin Qian nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Go!"

So, in less than five seconds, the backs of the two had disappeared at the door of the room that had been open since they got up.

However, before she could close her gaze, she saw Shui Zhaohuan walking in with her trouser pockets in her pocket.

At this moment, he was wearing a bright silver suit with a white shirt and a jet-black skirt, and a delicate black ribbon flower pinned to his chest, making him even more youthful and handsome against the already very handsome Chic.

"Xiaohuan, have you eaten?"

As Lin Qian spoke, she picked up the plate with snacks.

Shui Zhaohuan quickened his pace, and finally stood behind Lin Qian's chair. He looked at Lin Qian's elegant and beautiful figure in the mirror for a moment, and after a while, he said calmly, "Sister Qian, I miss my second sister so much."