Chapter 354： wedding

People who knew him rarely saw him show such an expression. The cold and indifferent man looked down at this woman who was about to marry him.

The eyes are focused and gentle.

At this time, the stylist on the side brought the necklace, Shen Jikong glanced lightly, stretched out his hand, and personally put it on Luo Qiao.

The moment he approached her, Luo Qiao immediately avoided her with a cold face, but as soon as she moved, she heard his low and soft voice: "Ming Siran has just got on the plane, and soon he will leave this country."

The air seemed to quiet down for a moment.

Facing the woman’s suddenly widened eyes, Shen Jikong continued the movement of his hand. After putting it on, he lightly dialed the precious necklace studded with diamonds, and said slowly: "Look, your childhood sweetheart doesn’t have much. Well, he has been here for so many days and he hasn't found you. What do you like about such a man?"

He really came.

Luo Qiao couldn't help but clenched her palms tightly, remembering the strangeness of blocking her servant that day, her breathing was a little tight.

She subconsciously touched the ring on her hand, but the cold white ring had already been replaced with diamonds, and the hand touched it, making people feel cold.

Luo Qiao glanced at the cold-eyed man in front of him, and immediately raised her leg and walked out.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it back.

Shen Jikong was close to her ear, breathing on her ear, making people feel a little itchy: "The reason I tell you is to make you understand that what you are expecting will not happen. He didn't find you today, and it will be more in the future. No chance, pretty, today is our wedding, you behave, eh?"

The man used the gentlest tone, but his words made people feel cruel.

Shen Jikong lowered his eyes slightly, smiled and held Luo Qiao's cold hand at the moment: "I can give you what that man can give you, even more than him."

Entangled with her delicate fingers, Shen Jikong slowly lowered her head, and gently kissed her fingertips: "I love you, pretty..."

The man walked out of the room, and with the sound of the door closing, the powerful aura it brought seemed to be isolated, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly eased a bit.

The makeup artist and others looked at the woman with her lips tightly pressed, and thought in their hearts that the master was really merciless, and it shattered the woman's only expectation.

I don't know if it is too affectionate or too unfeeling.

The sun shone in from the outside window and fell on the woman in a wedding dress, making her face pale.

...

Time passed by every minute.

At the wedding scene, romantic piano music slowly sounded, and this dreamy wedding finally began.

Shen Jikong has a handsome face, and a straight suit makes his figure more upright and slender. He stands on the stage, looking forward, with deep eyes.

A woman in a snow-white wedding dress stood opposite him, covered in her veil, making people unable to see the expression on her face. As the piano music sounded, Luo Qiao was led by the little maid beside him and walked towards him step by step. Come.

Shen Jikong's unwavering eyes finally moved.

He pursed his lips, and as she moved closer, he felt that the long-empty heart seemed to be filled little by little.

The scene that he had been looking forward to for a long time even made him feel unreality at this moment.

Shen Jikong watched her approach, and after a few seconds, slowly stretched out his hand towards her.