Madam Dihao is not good

Knowing that he had just left, she followed quickly.

There are many exits in the castle, and when the gate is closed, there are four directions...

Bai Yunshang had no direction at all, and walked anxiously among so many exits, the sound of footsteps knocking on the empty ground, and the echo from it made people panic.

In the end, she still couldn't catch him.

But the coiled hair fell loose, the makeup was wet with sweat again, and his face became pale again because he walked too fast. [

She leaned against a portico and said to her watch:

【Sawano, you're gone, I'm sorry... I didn't catch you. 】

[I'm sorry, all you have seen these days is me in a mess... Is it really ugly? 】

【Sawano, I will definitely make a good impression in front of you next time.Forget what I saw the first two times...]

She closed her eyes, hot tears could not stop falling.

But she swore that she would never shed tears in front of Sikong Zeye again, nor would she look embarrassing and haggard in front of him.

But when is the next time we meet?his wedding...

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Bai Yunshang began to see overwhelming newspapers and news, all exaggerating about this wedding.

The Sikong family is a mysterious family. The last wedding between Sikong Haoran and Bai Yunshang, because Sikong Zeye intercepted the bride halfway, all news of the wedding disappeared by some special means.

So this time, it can be said to be the most anticipated wedding in the world.

Marriage of a Russian Princess and the French Stie Family

Bai Yunshang opened the newspaper, turned on the TV, and logged on to the Internet, even if she was walking on the streets of France.

Wherever there are people, there is this wedding...

The servants in the castle were also discussing. The always low-key and mysterious Master Sikong suddenly advocated the global live broadcast of the wedding. Only Bai Yunshang knew the meaning behind it.

Once this step is taken, there is no turning back.

Bai Yunshang leaned on the sofa, looking at the picture in the newspaper of Sikong Zeye and Katerina standing side by side and being interviewed by reporters.

Sikong Sawano stood on the stone platform of the Paris Opera House.

The place where they had fond memories...[

Even in the daytime, it is still shining through the sky.

He was wearing a purple gown and a silver dress, with a light smile, and his drooping eyelashes looked thicker.