Pampering cool and thin beloved wife

Chapter 70 The Grand Wedding (5)
Song Yue didn't know that she was being used as a gunman. She walked up to Jian Yunshang, looked at her carefully, and sneered arrogantly: "You are the bride that Mu Chen is going to marry? I heard that your mother is Because the affair was exposed, he committed suicide in shame and indignation."

Her voice was not loud, but due to the close distance, Jian Yunshang still heard it with sharp ears.

Unhappily raising her eyes, she glanced lightly at this girl who had been staring at her from the beginning, and took a step back.

Mo Zhen and Xiao Bilan also stepped back tacitly, each holding Jian Yunshang's arm.

Song Yue looked at their actions suspiciously, and sneered again: "I feel pity for this, she really looks like your vixen's mother!"

"Get lost!" At the same time Jian Yunshang's voice fell to the ground, she used her hands to stabilize her body, her straight and well-proportioned right leg suddenly lifted off the ground, and kicked Song Yue's chin impartially. The moment the scream sounded, her beautiful leg retracted steadily In the skirt of the wedding dress.

With this kick, Jian Yunshang kicked extremely hard, almost exhausting all her strength.

Patting her already clean hands, she breathed evenly, walked gracefully to Song Yue who was lying on the ground, and lightly raised her foot to step on her delicate cheek: "Say hello to your mother for me."

Song Yue's body had just vaguely heard the sound of bones breaking. She was already in excruciating pain, but now she was hit like this again, and she was struggling all over the ground in fear.

"Ah..." She shivered and screamed, her terrifying and shrill voice instantly resounded throughout the banquet hall.

The crowd quickly surrounded, and Jian Yunshang, as if nothing happened, slightly increased the strength of the soles of her feet, and continued to chat and laugh happily with Mo Zhen and the others.

Such a big commotion naturally attracted Jiang Muchen's attention.

He quickened his pace and turned back, amidst the sound of pointing and pointing discussions, he squeezed into the middle of the crowd with difficulty, and pulled Jian Yunshang into his arms with concern: "It's good that you're fine..."

His eyes were fixed on Jian Yunshang from the beginning to the end, and he didn't even give a trace to the wailing people on the ground.

"Are you alright?" Song Qingshan also squeezed out from the crowd at this time, anxiously helped Song Yue up on the ground, and looked at Xiao Bilan with reproachful eyes.

Xiao Bilan avoided it with a guilty conscience, and stuck out her tongue at Mo Zhen helplessly.

In the midst of the noise, I suddenly heard an angry shout: "What's going on!"

The onlookers were all taken aback, waiting to see the excitement with different expressions.

"What you see is what you see." Jiang Muchen didn't look at Jiang Qianxue, but glanced at Song Qingshan meaningfully, supported Jian Yunshang's waist with his big hand, and walked towards the stage.

Jiang Qianxue is also the head of the family, and his son smacked his face in public, how can he swallow this tone: "Stop!"

Jiang Muchen paused leisurely, turned around, and said with a half-smile: "The wedding is about to start, please calm down your anger."

The implication is that I don't want people to see jokes, so let's go to everyone who is interesting!

How could Jiang Qianxue not understand what his son meant, his calm face changed a few times, and he said lightly, "Your bow tie is crooked."

As soon as these words came out, the onlookers scattered in disappointment, only the voices of discussion were endless.

"Thank you." Jiang Muchen smiled, clasped Jian Yunshang's waist tightly, raised his hands and pretended to straighten his bow tie, and then continued to walk forward.

The two of them were only a few steps away when Zhuo Hui suddenly rushed in from the door and stopped Jiang Muchen with his hand: "Boss!"

Jiang Muchen threw him one, you better really have something important to say, otherwise you will kill your eyes and purse your lips to stare at him.

Zhuo Hui swallowed with chills down his spine, stood on tiptoe and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "The person surnamed Xue is making trouble in the lobby downstairs. I have already thrown him out."

"Throw away." Jiang Muchen smiled calmly, motioned him to get out of here with his eyes, then leaned down slightly, and said softly to Jian Yunshang, "Honey, Yunrong will be our wedding witness later."

"..." Jian Yunshang squinted at him, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Song Qingshan behind him had a sullen and handsome face, and he calmly led Song Yue away from the hotel when they were far away.

All the way to the hospital at lightning speed, after diagnosis, Song Yue's injury is not serious, but it is not suitable to speak for a short time.

At this time, in the banquet hall on the third floor of the Mutian International Hotel, the wedding ceremony was being held.

There is no priest, no wedding officiant, but the guests sitting under the stage are all famous merchants and senior officials in the city.

Jiang Muchen wore a black dress, and against the backdrop of the four groomsmen in white clothes who were equally handsome and of extraordinary identities, he looked even more tall and handsome, standing out from the crowd.

Jian Yunshang wore a white wedding dress tailored by a well-known French designer. Accompanied by two close friends, she walked towards the center of the stage reluctantly step by step.

After that, under the witness of the staff of the Marriage Registry Office of the Civil Affairs Bureau, as well as Gu Xuzhi and Xu He, the two went through the marriage registration procedures on the spot and exchanged rings.

The whole process took only 10 minutes, but Jian Yunshang felt that every minute and every second was like a year.

After several days of vomiting and diarrhea, she was not in good spirits, and this tossing made her weak.

Before the wedding banquet started, Jian Yunshang was temporarily liberated and went to the VIP room to change her dress.

"Is there still time for me to escape?" Jian Yunshang lay limply on the sofa in the VIP room, looking at Mo Zhen pitifully: "Mo Mo, save me from the sea of ​​suffering."

"They're all half dead, it's better to die completely to be relieved, good boy!" Mo Zhen patted her, and quickly took a group photo with her mobile phone.

Seeing this, Jian Yunshang obediently put on another dress and put on flat shoes.

The Jiang family has many relatives and many friends. After a round of toasting, Jian Yunshang's face froze with laughter.

Taking advantage of the break, she held Jiang Muchen back, not caring what kind of gossip would arise when the bride left the venue halfway, and said indifferently: "Take me back."

"Okay!" Jiang Muchen answered simply, and called Zhuo Hui over the next second, ordering him to invite Mo Zhen and Xiao Bilan, and take her home.

Coming out of the back door of the hotel, Jian Yunshang's Land Rover Aurora had already parked on the side of the street.

Cheng Liang got out of the car and opened the car door for them, his eyes glanced at Mo Zhen calmly, and he turned back to the driver's seat calmly.

No one spoke on the way, and walked back to the gate of the house near Wangfujing in silence.

Waiting for the opening of the door, Jian Yunshang opened her eyes and raised her head inadvertently.

The gilded plaque on the gate, but full of ancient meaning - the words "Gujia Bieyuan", under the dim natural light, reveals a daunting aura.

After living here for a long time, this is the first time she realizes that she should take her brother with her and find another place of her own.

(End of this chapter)