The role of fast wear blackened big BOSS

Fengyi Tower is decorated with lights and festoons today.The red carpet was spread on the ground, and the red silk was hung all over the building.

There are many peach blossom petals on the ground, dancing occasionally, like a naughty little fairy, showing a shy smile.

"Haitang, this incense is burnt out, if your Mr. Zhang hasn't come yet, Mom, I won't wait."

In the jar, three sticks of incense were inserted, half burned.

Jin'er stood beside Baitang, wearing cherry red clothes, looking towards the entrance.

The woman next to her was wearing an exquisite wedding gown, covered with a red hijab, with small round pearls hanging from the edge of the red hijab.

She is the oiran lady of Fengyi Tower, Miss Haitang, whose real name is Baitang.

A lot of people crowded around.

The sun has risen to the sky, which is an auspicious time.

Haitang sat upright, her heart was complicated and anxious, her hand had unconsciously grabbed her clothes.

The sun shifted, and sighs were heard from the crowd from time to time.

Jin'er looked anxiously, her hands already twisted together.

"The incense is about to burn out, why hasn't Mr. Zhang come?"

Begonia under the red hijab, her glamorous face turned paler again.

Time passed more and more tormented.

He said.

"The lady is so pure and pure, unfortunately she is wandering in the dust, it is the ruthlessness of the world, the world is ruthless, how can a weak woman afford it?"

"Xiaosheng has no money, but Xiaosheng...has heart and love."

"Within five days, Xiaosheng must have taken the silver and came to marry the lady as his wife."

"Xiaosheng will live up to his wife, and he will make this world more warm and less desperate."

"Change my heart, like yours, and I will know the meaning of love."

……

The incense has been burned, and there is no trace of fire.

Wang Lan, who was dressed beautifully and in her mid-mature, couldn't bear it and said: "Haitang, the incense is burnt out. Your Mr. Zhang, he won't come."

Haitang reached out and raised the red hijab, her beautiful, gentle face was already full of tears.

The red hijab slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.

Mr. Zhang failed to keep the promise. For her, this was worse than death.

"Girl, let's go back to the room, why should we weep for that heartbroken man!"

Jin'er reached out to help Haitang, feeling resentful.

Haitang stood up, tottering, let go of Jin'er's hand, and walked upstairs slowly.

"Jin'er, don't look at the girl. If Haitang makes any mistakes, Mom, I want you to regret it."

Wang Lan raised her handkerchief, urging Jin'er to follow.

Then he changed his face: "You guys, what are you doing?"

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

"Take it all away! Don't leave any red behind!"

"Why are you staring? Men in this world are ruthless and ungrateful, and there is no good thing!"

"Scholar, scholar... the most ruthless one is the scholar!"

"It's gone, it's gone, it's all gone. Today, Miss Haitang met a heartless man!"

Haitang pulled out the hairpin, hairpin, and ring from her head, and threw them all aside.

"Girl! Let's take it as a lesson."

Jin'er walked to Haitang's side.

"Girl, if you want to cry, cry loudly, it will feel better when you cry."

"Jin'er, you go out."

"Girl, Jin'er wants to accompany you."

"I'm tired, let's sleep for a while, later, you can bring some food in."

"Hey, good, girl."

Jin'er was overwhelmed with surprise, and quickly agreed.

If you want to eat, you won't be overwhelmed.

After taking it to the door, he went to the back kitchen and ordered the cook to make some food.

Haitang picked up a pair of scissors, and slowly lifted it up to her neck.

The tip touched the neck, cold and stiff.

"The shameful sun covers the sleeves, and the sad spring is lazy to put on makeup.

Easy to ask for priceless treasures, rare lovers.

I shed tears on my pillow, and my intestines were broken between the flowers.

Since you can see Song Yu, why hate Wang Chang. "