The next day, an explosive news quickly boarded the first hot search. The eldest daughter of the Peng family, a rich man in Jiangcheng, was jointly killed by her fiance and her half sister in order to compete for the property of the Peng family. For a time, Peng Yao and Zhou ang became the targets of everyone's shouting and beating, and there were curses everywhere. Moreover, they have been taken away for investigation. No accident, they are afraid to spend their life in prison. As the initiator, Wen Yiren is packing up. She can finally go back to Huahai tomorrow! She's dead“ Sister Yiren, sister Yiren, look at the microblog, big news. " Wen Yiren saw bayberry come in flustered, with a slight pick on her eyebrows, "what news?"“ Sister Yiren, President Lu, President Lu has announced his love! "“ What? " Wen Yiren was not calm for a moment. "Say it again."“ President Lu announced the news of his marriage. It seems that a woman tried to seduce him, bind President Lu and put it on the news. Then President Lu announced the news of his marriage, but be careful, sister pleasant. President Lu just said he was married and didn't say who the other party was. " Wen Yiren quickly took out his mobile phone. The first hot search on the hot search list is Lu Shixiu's married hot search, and there is an explosive word behind it. Wen Yiren took a smoke from the corner of his mouth and clicked on the microblog of Lu Shixiu. She knew he had a trumpet, the local tyrant who had won her a lucky draw, 'your Mr. Hugh'. In addition, Lu Shixiu has a large size, but he has never paid attention to it. It is occasionally used by the company to forward the activities of Lu's group. At the moment, Lu Shixiu is the wedding news announced in large. He posted four microblogs in a row. The first is a picture of his hand, with distinct bony joints and slender fingers. The most striking thing is the wedding ring on his ring finger. This microblog has no words. Second, it is also a photo. In the picture, the girl leaned quietly in his arms. They were sitting on the sofa and watching TV. Because it's the back, and the girl is particularly thick, I can't see who it is. Wen Yiren secretly made up his mind that he must lose that dress when he went back and can't wear it out in the future. The third microblog is still a photo. It's their marriage certificate, but her face and name in the photo, including her birthday, are mosaic. Or a mosaic in the shape of love. Wen Yiren subconsciously turned over the comments‘ Lying in the trough, I knelt down and begged the computer God to remove the mosaic. I want to know who captured my male god's heart! "‘ No, Mr. Lu, how can you get married? You are a God. You have to marry a fairy! " There is no fairy, but there is a ghost‘ I still can't believe that President Lu got married. I thought men all over the world could get married, but President Lu won't. " Wen Yiren even heard the heartbreaking voices of Lu Shixiu's fans. My husband is so popular. Why is he a little proud“ Sister Yiren, you have become the envy of women all over the country. If they knew that President Lu's wife was you, they would be crazy. " She's so beautiful. Doesn't she deserve to go ashore“ Why don't you change my ticket to tonight? I don't want to wait for tomorrow. " Yangmei smiled vaguely, "I know. Sister Yiren must miss President Lu. I'll go to sister Fu Qing to change my ticket." Wen Yiren groaned and continued to watch Lu Shixiu's microblog. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.