Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

What she was worried about was Mu Xicheng. With such a big change in the family, would he be fine?

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In front of me was an avenue covered with a red carpet, with people on both sides, all black, gray and white.

At the end of the red carpet stands the portrait surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, the table is covered with thousands of candlesticks, the transparent crystal coffin is surrounded by white chrysanthemums, and the flames are lit.

To be honest, Master Mu doesn't look like Mu Xicheng at all.

Chanel was very jealous of the dead, so she only glanced at it hastily, not daring to look closely at the person on the portrait.

However, her gaze caught sight of the people standing near the portrait.

Mu Xicheng was wearing a white suit with a black cloth on his arm, and he was greeting the guests who passed by one after another.

She couldn't figure out what Su Shijie was thinking, she felt uneasy, she didn't know why he brought her here

For some reason, she didn't want to go to Mu Xicheng with Su Shijie, and it was on such an occasion: "It's too noisy here, shall I wait for you in a quiet place?"

Su Shijie ignored her, took her by the shoulders, and walked in front of Mu Xicheng forcefully.

Xia Naier quickly lowered her gaze, looked elsewhere, and heard Su Shijie's deep voice: "This is Mr. Mu's fiancée, Miss He Xiuzi, you have seen it before, do you still remember it?"

Chanel clenched her lips and met again.

Su Shijie made a special introduction this time, what do you mean?Test her reaction?

"Miss Xia."

He Xiuzi stretched out her slender and beautiful hands, with beautiful and round nails, which seemed to be well maintained.

On her ring finger, a lily-shaped engagement ring sparkled.

The light flashed like a knife, hurting Chanel's eyes.

Xia Naier collected herself, raised her head and looked at He Xiuzi: "My condolences will change."

"En." He Xiuzi's eyes were red, and he half-nuggled beside Mu Xicheng.

Chanel's hands were intertwined with hers, her hands were as soft and smooth as flower petals.

And He Xiuzi's face, just like her name, is very delicate and pure.

She looks very pure, her hair is pulled sideways, her waist-length hair shawls over her shoulders, she doesn't seem to be involved in worldly affairs, she is completely different from Wen Wanrou.

Gentle and soft, too coquettish, like poppies blooming arrogantly in the dark night, evil and vicious.

Instead, she shook hands with Mu Xicheng politely, and Chanel kept a smile that didn't change her face:

"Mr. Mu, I am saddened by what you have been through now, please let your condolences pass and don't be sad."

Mu Xicheng's expression was gloomy, and when his eyes met hers, he lost his focus.

"Madam Xie Su's concern."

He smiled politely, and suddenly tightened his hand holding her.

Chanel suddenly felt a suffocation in her chest, as if what he was holding was not her hand, but her heart, and the tight squeeze...

She withdrew her hand lightly, and followed Su Shijie to the guest living room next door.

Chanel left in a hurry, as if fleeing.

As soon as she arrived at the guest living room, she was far away from the hustle and bustle of mourning music, she stopped abruptly, turned her head and stared at Su Shijie fiercely: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Su Shijie raised his eyebrows, "I just brought you to attend the funeral of a good friend."

"Really?" Don't think she doesn't understand what he's thinking.

"By the way, I'll let you know." Su Shijie led her to an empty seat and sat down, and said softly, "Mr. Mu's wedding is next month."

Chanel's heart beat like a drum.

Are you going to get married so soon?