The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

From the phone came a man's cold voice, Fu Tsai picked his eyebrows and threw his mobile phone aside to let him pick up another woman? Ridiculous.

The old man is also in the army now. I'm afraid no one at home cares about the wedding.

Fu's guess was right, so on that day, no one came to the gate of the Song family.

Song Huanshu from the beginning of expectation to the end of the face blue, the hatred of September song is deeper, married a daughter, did not expect to lose face to this point.

Song Yan on one side is also a little proud, but that kind of pride is well hidden by her, but her face is full of worry.

"Elder sister, the Fu family is really too much. Even if you don't like you, you have to send a car here."

Song September's eyes light, no makeup, a small face some pale, facing the sun, looking at two points stubborn.

"Since people don't want to come, you can go on foot. In any case today, you have to step into the door of the Fu family."

Song Huanshu turned around in a somewhat disappointed tone. He thought that even if the eldest young master could not be spoiled any more, he should have a certain status in the Fu family. If this daughter had been married, she was also the daughter-in-law of the Fu family. They might be able to make some profit from it.

But now it seems that people don't care about the wedding at all. This daughter is really worthless.

Song Huan Shu enters the house, obviously does not want to see song September again, also does not plan to send a car to send her in the past, worthless things, he is too lazy to waste time.

"Sister, I'll drive you there."

Song Yan made a voice, want to good sister's arm on Song September, but was lightly avoided by the other side.

"No more."

Song Jiujiu's face was a little ironic. As soon as he stepped on the high heel, he walked out of here. Until he came to the street, he reached out and stopped a taxi.

Take a taxi to the wedding site. She is probably the only one in Los Angeles.

Song Jiujiu thought so. After getting out of the car, he didn't expect anything. He pushed the door of the church directly.

It's quiet

The red carpet with flowers spread all the way to the end, where the priest was waiting with a complicated face.

There was no wedding car, no groom, no guests.

She was wearing a wedding dress, standing alone in the church, facing the pastor's somewhat pitiful eyes and pulling the corners of her mouth.

"Miss, this..."

For the first time, the priest looked at the indifferent man and shook his head. How could the next ceremony be held.

Song and September didn't think there was anything. One person finished all the procedures, and his back was straight. Finally, he went out of the church door and found a black Bentley parked there.

The man with gold glasses seems to have been waiting for a long time. After seeing her, she has a decent smile on her face.

"Miss Song, get in the car."

Song Jiujiu nodded, without criticism or dissatisfaction. After all, what kind of family was Fu's family? Her identity was not enough.

Mo Yi some accident, a girl experienced this kind of thing, at least there should be some complaints, but this person is too calm, calm seems to be not her wedding today in general.

There's a flash of light under the lens. It's interesting.

Song Jiujiu gets into the car and looks at the retrogressive street view. His lips are pale and pursed, and the wound on his back is still painful. In addition to this sultry weather, his back seems to have been inflamed.

Her forehead soon spilled sweat, but still silent, nothing said.

After driving for a while, the car arrived at the destination. It was a very grand villa. Before entering, she could feel the emptiness inside, a kind of lonely emptiness.