President, please give me a hug

Because today is the wedding day, the phone kept ringing, Jun Yichen thought it was noisy, so he pulled out the battery and threw it on the ground, feeling annoyed all the time, planning to wait until the wedding started and then arrive at a leisurely pace.

Boss, have you changed your clothes yet?

Boss, are you asleep?

The old man has called several times to remind you, when will you come out?

Eldest young master, ancestor, you should come out quickly, it's already started, if you don't come out, I will lose my job.

Lu Ran was walking back and forth anxiously outside the bedroom door. Today was a big day, even if Young Master Jun didn't want to attend, he had to estimate the face of the Jun family and the guests present, none of which could be offended.What's more, the old man is sitting at the wedding scene today, even if he wants to help Jun Shao escape from marriage, he just has more energy than he wants.

Half an hour later, Jun Yichen impatiently went to the bathroom to take a shower, and reluctantly changed into his suit.

Outside the door, Lu Ran still had no intention of stopping. He never knew that there would be a day when Lu Ran would turn on the noise mode. He croaked like a frog and was very disgusted.

Opening the door, he straightened his sleeves and walked towards the elevator. When he passed by Lu Ran, he didn't even intend to stop. He walked quickly and left him behind without looking back.

A lot of well-known media gathered outside the Sacred Heart Cathedral, and there were quite a lot of distinguished guests who came to bless them today. Since Young Master Jun did not show up for a long time, the reporters did not miss the opportunity to catch other news.

Chu Xintong has been waiting in the dressing room for a long time, arranging her makeup from time to time, "Dad, can you see if my makeup has been spent? Dad, why hasn't Yichen come yet? He won't come, right? "

Time passed by every minute, and Chu Xintong's self-confidence changed from calmness at first to fear. Jun Yichen will not let her become the laughing stock of the upper class for the second time, right?

"What do you say to be discouraged on such a good day? Even if he doesn't like it anymore, Mr. Jun is in charge today, so you can put your heart in your stomach." Chu Jiuwei is very happy today. Although the wedding has not yet started, their family's The stock market has been soaring, and by the time the wedding is over, it may have doubled several times.As for Jun Yichen's late arrival, I'm afraid it was to warn them the Chu family, don't think that with the support of Mr. Jun, they can do whatever they want, there will be a long time to come, if you want to get the protection of the Jun family, you must know how to serve the master.

"But..." Chu Xintong was on the verge of speaking, but saw her father glaring at her, so she could only swallow all the bad words, but she prayed in her heart that Jun Yichen would come soon.

Jun Yichen drove the car to the entrance of the church, almost knocked over the group of reporters gathered outside, got out of the car, and immediately asked the security guards to send them all away.

Some reporters were not convinced, and shouted that they were all guests invited by Mr. Jun, and they would not leave no matter what.

Jun Yichen stopped in his tracks, turned his head and glanced at the unconvinced reporter, stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and asked, "You think no matter who you are, you can live a long life, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" The reporter was frightened by his cold aura and asked back.Jun Yichen's meaning couldn't be clearer until he asked the words out of his mouth. He wanted to tell everyone present that no matter how powerful Mr. Jun is, that was his respect for a relative.And people's lifespan has a limit. Compared with the two, of course, young people have a greater advantage.

"Change a job." The corners of Jun Yichen's mouth rose slightly, and his indifferent smile was full of sarcasm. Are all reporters' IQs so low now?Really worried about the future of this magazine, let go, glanced at the information on the reporter's work card, and walked into the church.