If it has nothing to do with Shen Jikong, they won't have time to delay here anymore. If you delay for a minute, Miss Luo Qiao will be more dangerous.
He thought that Ming would leave soon, but Ming Siran was silent for a moment, but said: "...Wait."
He was taken aback.
Ming Siran didn't explain much, frowning and putting down the photo: "You go out first."
"Yes." With full of doubt, the subordinate left the room.
...
The 23rd of that month was the day that the young young master of the Shen family got married.
The young master of the Shen family has always been low-key. This time he rejected all media interviews. There were countless tall and serious bodyguards in suits on the wedding scene, and they couldn't even fly in.
The welcoming team was vast and mighty. At this moment, a low-key black car came slowly and stopped not far away.
Ming Siran sat in the car and looked at the door coldly. Not long after, a man in a slender suit and a woman in a wedding dress came out from inside, his subordinates respectfully opened the door for him, and Shen Jikong stopped in front of the car. As if to say something, the petite and lovely woman turned her head and smiled, her eyes full of sweet happiness.
She is not Luo Qiao.
After staring at them for more than ten seconds, Ming Siran withdrew his gaze. He leaned back, his whole body sank in the dim light, his expression deep and unclear.
"Ming, shall we leave now?"
I found the news of Miss Luo Qiao in other countries, and originally planned to leave immediately, but Mr. Ming insisted on seeing the woman who married Shen Jikong, but now it seems that he is just careless.
The air was silent, and it took nearly a minute before I heard the man's low and cold sound.
"Let's go."
The welcoming vehicle was driving on the road, and Shen Jikong raised his hand to loosen his neckline. On the day of his wedding, he was dressed more elegantly. The man's skin was white and his eyebrows were extremely vigorous. From the corners of the cuffs to the **** apple knots, everything was exquisite.
"Master, Miss Luo Qiao has now been sent to the wedding ceremony." Sitting under the co-pilot's hand turned her head.
It was also the first time that he saw his master being so cautious, and he even used the person who replaced Miss Luo Qiao to welcome her.
However, Ming Siran should give up completely now.
Shen Jikong's expression was indifferent, and he hummed, he looked at the scenery outside the window and said faintly: "He is leaving today?"
"Yes, they flew directly to Country M from us, and they are now on their way to the airport."
Hearing that the man curled his lips, his expression was unconcealable joy: "Okay."
At this time, no one was robbing him of that little liar at all.
...
The layout of the wedding scene invited three famous masters to design, which can be called a dream piled up with money.
There were not many people invited by Shen Jikong, but there were subordinates who had accompanied him for many years, and the atmosphere became lively.
Luo Qiao wears a tube top mermaid wedding dress. Her face is white and the bridge of her nose is high. A thin layer of lipstick is so bright that she can hardly hide her.
It's just that her face is very cold at the moment, and the staff who put her make-up and wedding dresses dare not speak loudly, for fear of offending the person who is on the cusp of the master's heart.
There was footsteps outside the door, followed by the door of the dressing room being pushed open from outside.
The slender and handsome man stood in the doorway, his gaze swept across the room, and then fell on Luo Qiao. He fixedly looked at her for a moment, and then walked towards her with his long legs.