Agni Group: Good Morning Black Boss

Everything is ready, and when the time comes, the wedding begins.

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Inside the bride's room.

The stylist and makeup artist are making final adjustments to Sikong Lingge's makeup.

Outside the door, the Feng couple stood.

Fang Yiren stood beside them, wearing a knee-length dress, her pale face, coupled with her classic appearance, made me even more pitiful——

When a man sees this appearance, he can't help feeling pity.

It's a pity that under the soft appearance, there is a heart that is more vicious than a witch.

Sikong Lingge clenched his fists tightly, and had to take a deep breath very hard to restrain his inner emotions, and not to rush over to knock down the secret pride on Fang Yiren's face!

Damn woman!

If her mouth wasn't as hard as a dead duck, she wouldn't have come to where she is today!

Thinking that the wedding will be broadcast live in the whole of S City, or even in the whole of China, and everyone will know about it——

Especially Shangguan Rui...

Sikong Lingge hated him so much that he wished he could kill Fang Yiren on the spot.

But... no.

At least not now.

No matter how angry she was, she had to endure it.

Li Ye promised that at the latest, before the wedding, Fang Yiren would ask about the antidote and Fang's news.

She can't be messed up.

Otherwise, things will be ruined.

Take a deep breath and let your emotions stabilize.

Feng Liye was sitting in a wheelchair, while waiting quietly, watching Sikong and listening to the song, he kept comforting her with his eyes, telling her to be calm and calm.

Under his steady gaze, Sikong Lingge calmed down slowly, and forced himself to turn his attention to Feng Liye.

Feng Liye is outstanding, Sikong Lingge knows better than anyone else.

But today, his attire once again refreshed Sikong Lingge's impression.

All the black hair is combed back, revealing the perfect facial features——

Chisel-like outline, straight nose bridge, deep eyelids, thin lips... full of extravagance.

The temperament of Feng Liye itself gives people a sense of distance that can only be seen from a distance and cannot be played with.

The stylist obviously knew Feng Liye very well, so he designed a non-standard white suit for him, with a non-rigid design, wearing it on his body instantly dispelled Feng Liye's sense of distance.

"Master, it's ready." The stylist finally adjusted the veil, made sure everything was perfect, and reported to Feng Liye respectfully.

Feng Liye nodded, and the servant pushed the wheelchair to the front of Sikong Lingge.

"It's almost time, let's go." Feng Liye stretched out his hand gracefully.

Sikong Lingge paused for a few seconds before handing over his hand.

Originally, the process of the wedding should be that the man is waiting at the scene, and the woman is led by her father.

The Feng family did not notify anyone related to Sikong Lingge of the wedding, so the bride and the bride appeared together.

The two moved slowly towards the door.

In the process of walking, Sikong Lingge suddenly began to feel uneasy, wondering whether this wedding could be a conspiracy——

Sikong Lingge can't be blamed for thinking this way.

Li Ye promised her that before the wedding, he would definitely ask about the antidote and Fang's details.

But now, it was time to go to the wedding venue, but there was no movement from Feng Liye.