Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

And the girl didn't deliberately block her face, her waist-length black hair and airy bangs were too recognizable.

Just one glance would make people mistakenly think it was her.

Below the monitor is the photo her father showed her. The scale is large, and the faces of the two are exposed without any cover. Compared with the monitor, this is a powerful real hammer!

Not to mention uninformed netizens, even she will be deceived by these photos.

It took a lot of time and energy to find this substitute, right?

"How much hatred does the person who framed me have against me?"

After graduating from university, he opened a comic studio. Except for a few employees and his best friend Zheng Xueying, he didn't have much contact with other people, and there was little chance of any grudges.

"Currently the most effective way to prove innocence is to find a substitute."

The easiest and most effective way to find someone is to spend money to find a private investigator.

However, she didn't bring anything with her when she ran away, she could only...

"Mr. Chu, can you lend me some money?"

Song Qianxi went downstairs to find Chu Muhan, and asked flatteringly.

Chu Muhan glanced at her indifferently, and without asking anything, he readily took out a card from his wallet and handed it to her.

Song Qianxi took it with flattered hands, "Thank you, I will pay you back when I get the things back."

Chu Muhan nodded, and Song Qianxi went out with a smile on his face.

This villa is actually built on the hillside! ! !

There is an endless downhill road in front of you, who the hell built the villa in such a shitty place!

Without a car, it is impossible to move an inch.

Song Qianxi had no choice but to borrow a low-key Bentley from Chu Muhan, put on a mask and peaked cap, and go to the mobile phone store to buy a new mobile phone and number.

When I left, I found that both sides of the road were crowded with citizens watching the excitement.

Song Qianxi squeezed into the crowd, and twenty Rolls-Royces drove slowly in a long line with double flashing lights on.

It was so majestic that everyone was dumbfounded.

"Who's marriage is so big?"

"You don't even know this? The Song family and the Qiu family."

"Suddenly I don't envy him anymore. Is Song Qianxi blind? Qiu Zhiyu's frustrating appearance is also attractive to his eyes? Are you afraid of throwing up at night when you sleep?"

"What's so strange, at least Qiu Zhiyu is young. Many women marry someone who can be a father in order to be a rich wife, and it's the same when the lights are turned off."

Song Qianxi frowned, "I have already run away, can the wedding still be held as usual?"

She bowed her head, analyzing with a dignified expression.

"No matter what methods they use to make the wedding go ahead, from the outside world, Qiu Zhiyu and I are husband and wife."

At that time, it will be as difficult as going to heaven to prove innocence.

She clenched her fists, her eyes were cold, "This kind of thing must never happen!"

Song Qianxi squeezed out of the crowd and drove to the Dijue Hotel.

This is the largest and most luxurious five-star hotel in Anseong, and an aerial camera hovers over the hotel.

Outside the hotel, all kinds of luxury cars are parked, like a wonderful luxury car show, attracting many passers-by to stop and take pictures.

Reporters were also invited to the wedding.

As expected of a businessman, he never misses any opportunity to make money, and used the wedding to raise the company's popularity.

She lowered her peaked cap to cover most of her face and sneaked into the hotel.

Standing behind the hotel gate without any cover, everyone was so busy that they didn't notice her.

The parents of both parties were dressed gorgeously and stood in the hotel lobby to receive the guests.

As time passed, Song Yun pulled Xia Qing worriedly and asked in a low voice: "The Qiu family even called the media, are you sure there is no problem?"

"Believe me, it's absolutely fine!" Xia Qing vowed, "The wedding car is coming, pay attention to the management of your expressions, and don't show your secrets to you."