Mr. He's heart beats the world with his beauty

Chapter 118 Repentance
He Xiaoya's wedding is coming soon, and Song Lan arrives as promised.

In order not to show off, she dressed very simply, with a pearl white woolen coat and long white boots, making her look elegant and elegant.

Song Lan was taken outside the door of the dressing room. After He Xiaoya finished her makeup, she could go in and talk to the bride.

Thinking of He Xiaoya's longing for marriage, Song Lan couldn't help showing a trace of tenderness in her eyes.

I hope Han Zicheng will not disappoint He Xiaoya.

"...Song Lan?"

Not far away, a man's hoarse voice came.

Song Lan was slightly stunned, and turned her eyes to meet the man's dark gaze.

It's only been half a month, Han Zicheng has changed a lot.

Pale and thin, the black groom's dress was not eye-catching on his body, but suppressed his entire aura.

Song Lan didn't go forward, instead she opened a distance of half a meter, nodded indifferently and said, "Mr. Han."

"Song Lan, can you stop calling me that? You're still the same as before. Call me Zicheng, okay?" Han Zicheng's eyes were slightly red, as if he hadn't slept for several nights.

Song Lan turned slightly to the beginning, noncommittal.

Han Zicheng smiled wryly: "Song Lan, can you come with me? I have a few words that I want to tell you."

Song Lan looked at the people coming and going nearby, and it was really inconvenient to talk.

"Okay, let's go."

Han Zicheng took her to an empty lounge.

As soon as he took it to the door, Han Zicheng walked over excitedly, wanting to grab Song Lan's snowy wrist.

Song Lan's eyes were fixed, and she quickly pulled out her hand, her gaze was like a sharp blade of ice and shot at Han Zicheng.

"Mr. Han!? You are about to get married, today is your wedding, please be a little bit modest, don't touch the female guests casually."

Seeing her resisting action, a wound flashed across Han Zicheng's eyes.

He froze on the spot, with his hands hanging in mid-air, not knowing whether to lift them up or put them down, his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Song Lan, I just wanted to ask you a question when I came to you. If I give up the wedding right now, do you still want to be with me?"

Han Zicheng raised his eyes. His black pupils were full of obsession with Song Lan. He couldn't control his heart. Today was his last chance to express his love for Song Lan.

He has to speak up.

Otherwise, there will be no more chances.

"If you promise me, stay with me, I will take you away now, I have enough money, we can go abroad, don't care about the rumors outside, and don't have to worry about He Chaozhi coming to you, okay, Song Lan... "

Han Zicheng stretched out his hand, full of anticipation again, trying to grab Song Lan.

But Song Lan ruthlessly beat him away.

"Mr. Han, are you crazy? What crazy words are you talking about?"

"Song Lan..." Han Zicheng was in a daze, his handsome face was tangled together in agony, and his face was ashen.

Song Lan coldly looked away.

She thought that Han Zicheng would be responsible for something good, but she didn't expect him to be a heartless man!

She felt disgusted even looking at him more.

"Today is your wedding, and your bride is still waiting for you. Mr. Han, please cheer up. If the news of the wedding groom harassing the female guests spreads, it will damage the reputation of the Han family, right?"

Song Lan pulled the corners of her mouth, but there was no trace of warmth or emotional ups and downs in her eyes.

It was cold, like a simulated robot talking to Han Zicheng.

Only disgust is undisguised.

Han Zicheng was terribly disappointed, he gave Song Lan one last look through tears, and nodded with a wry smile.

"Okay, okay, I understand, Song Lan, I understand, I - I will take good care of Xiaoya, I offended, I'm sorry."

Han Zicheng didn't say anything more, lost his mind, rushed out the door, and disappeared in the long corridor.

Song Lan lost all strength in an instant, and her legs were weak and she fell down on the sofa.

Her slender white fingertips pressed against her heart, feeling the violent heartbeat, she was in a trance for a while.

It's unbelievable that Han Zicheng would say such things to her, he is really crazy...

Neither Han Zicheng nor Song Lan noticed that a woman's figure was quietly hiding behind the door, listening to their conversation completely.

After Song Lan left, Fang Xueqi jumped out from behind the door.

She held the phone, and there was a recording just recorded on the screen, she raised her head and laughed.

"Song Lan, you and your slut friend, don't even think about entering the Han family's door. As long as you lose your reputation, Chaozhi will definitely not want you. I want Chaozhi to know how you seduced my brother behind the scenes. of!"

The wedding officially started, Song Lan took the initiative to refuse the first row, sat in an inconspicuous corner, and quietly watched He Xiaoya, who was wearing a wedding dress with a happy and shy face, who was being carried by the flower girl.

It looked like she was the happiest bride in the world.

The corners of Song Lan's mouth raised, thinking about the words Han Zicheng asked herself in the lounge just now, she quickly retracted them.

He Xiaoya has already fallen in love with Han Zicheng, and she is absolutely devoted to Han Zicheng. For He Xiaoya's sake, she will not say this.

Let this be a secret forever.

Han Zicheng took the bride in a daze, and led He Xiaoya in silence all the way to the priest.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Han?"

The priest called several times before Han Zicheng came back to his senses, and was embarrassed to think that he was still at the wedding.

"Sorry, I lost my mind."

Although it was the first time for the priest to see the absent-minded groom, he still explained kindly and tolerantly: "It seems that our groom is really too nervous, so that's why he lost his mind. Then let's start the oath swearing session."

The priest looked at He Xiaoya with gentle eyes.

"Miss He, may I ask if you agree to Mr. Han's marriage proposal, and you will never leave him regardless of poverty or wealth in the future?"

He Xiaoya's eyes glowed softly, and she nodded excitedly: "I promise."

"Okay, then Mr. Han..."

The priest repeated what he had just said and asked Han Zicheng.

"Do you promise to marry Miss He Xiaoya?"

Han Zicheng pursed his lips and fell silent.

He raised his eyes, looking vaguely at Song Lan's position, and his eyes were filled with emotion.

Seeing that he was "absent" again, the priest coughed hard twice and reminded: "Mr. Han! May I ask if you agree to marry Miss He Xiaoya!"

Han Zicheng came back to his senses, pale sweat dripped from his forehead, he opened his lips weakly: "I, I..."

"He doesn't agree!"

Among the guests, Fang Xueqi stood up abruptly and walked in front of the priest.

Han Zicheng's expression changed: "Fang Xueqi, what are you doing, this is at a wedding, you are not allowed to mess around!"

Fang Xueqi turned on the phone with disdain, held it up high, with a playful smile all over her face: "Cousin, why are you so angry? I'm helping you. Only my cousin knows what you really think. One step later, you will be kidnapped and married by this woman, how can I see it!"

(End of this chapter)