Mr. He's heart beats the world with his beauty

Chapter 132 Wedding
Song Lan regained consciousness in a trance, quickly put on a business-like standard smile, took the wedding dress in an orderly manner, and walked into the dressing room.

"Thank you, I'll change it right away."

Walking into the dressing room, she took off her clothes and looked at the gorgeous wedding dress in front of her, but she had no intention of changing into it.

A tear suddenly rolled out of the eye socket, Song Lan hastily wiped it away, and murmured self-deprecatingly: "He Chaozhi, do you believe what you said on the day you proposed marriage? Apart from me, there is no other woman..."

"You are a liar."

She grabbed the wedding dress, threw it on the ground fiercely, hugged her shoulders, and slid down.

After trying on the wedding dress, He Zhaozhi arrived.

He was dressed in a smoky gray suit and held Song Lan's hand with a smile: "Have you finished trying on the wedding dress?"

Song Lan avoided his hand without a trace, her face was as usual, her eyebrows and eyelashes were frosty and indifferent.

She had just touched up her makeup, and there was no trace of crying in the corners of her eyes, but she looked more indifferent than many brides, as if the person who was about to get married was not her but someone else.

"Try it."

Noticing that her reaction had suddenly become cold, He Zhaozhi caught up with her: "What's wrong with you? Is it because I didn't accompany you to try on the wedding dress today, so—"

"No, I know you're busy."

Song Lan raised a thin smile, her eyes were elusive: "I'm just a little tired and want to go back to rest, He Chaozhi, take me home."

She passed by He Zhaozhi, got into his car, looked out the window and said nothing.

He Zhaozhi was silent for a while, then turned and got into the car.

The two were speechless.

……

On the day of the wedding, many people came.

Except He Mingchuan.

Everyone knew that He Chaozhi, the young master of Yecheng, was going to get married. Although the daughter-in-law was not favored by the father-in-law, He Mingchuan, it was a certainty, and they all came to sell He Chaozhi's face.

Although He Mingchuan didn't come, Jiang Yurong did.

She was wearing a taupe-colored cheongsam, pearl earrings, and jade bracelets. She was gentle and peaceful, sober but without losing her status.

In the dressing room, Song Lan dressed up and waited absently for the makeup artist to do her hair.

Jiang Yurong came in and smiled softly at Song Lan: "Let me help you comb your hair."

It is said that when a bride combs her hair when she gets married, she should be combed by a blessed old man.

Song Lan didn't know whether Jiang Yurong was considered lucky, she was silent for a while, and nodded to the makeup artist: "You go out first."

The make-up artist closed the door and left. Jiang Yurong stepped forward, grabbed the comb and gently combed Song Lan's long hair from head to tail. She looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror, as if she was looking through Song Lan, thinking of Song Lan. wearing something.

"Although Chaozhi's child has a surly temperament, he is very good to his own people. If you follow him, you won't suffer. He even dared to disobey his father for you. You can't go wrong marrying him."

Song Lan was silent.

Jiang Yurong sighed lightly, and said dazedly: "It would be great if you were my daughter, so smart and beautiful, I can help her comb her hair and send her to marry. How wonderful it would be."

Song Lan's thin shoulders trembled slightly.

She raised her beautiful eyes and looked at the charming woman who was helping her comb her hair, with a cruel and ironic smile on her lips.

"If I were your daughter, Aunt Rong, why would I suffer so much and be looked down upon by so many people? The daughter of the He family should have been praised as the apple of the eye long ago, right?"

Jiang Yurong froze for a moment, realizing that she had lost her composure, and hurriedly covered it up with a smile.

"If you marry into the He family, you will be considered my half daughter in the future. Chaozhi and I will treat you well."

The wedding began soon, and Song Lan's father was unable to attend. She walked in through the door of the church alone. The pure white wedding dress followed the petals on the long red carpet, and her figure was like a blooming lily, slender and beautiful.

Under the white veil, the woman's beautiful face was indistinct, like a holy fairy. With her arrival, all the guests present fell silent tacitly, staring at the beautiful bride, and even forgot to breathe.

Jiang Yurong was sitting in the first row, tucking the wet corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

He Zhaozhi turned around. He was handsome in a white suit. With a smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand to Song Lan.

Song Lan took his palm and smiled at him.

The wedding was going on in an orderly manner. The priest read a long vow and looked at the couple lovingly.

"Mr. He Chaozhi, would you like to marry Ms. Song Lan as your wife and spend the rest of your life hand in hand with her?"

"Miss Song Lan, would you like to marry Mr. He Chaozhi as his wife and be with him forever?"

The melodious piano music sounded behind them, and all the guests, including Jiang Yurong, held their breath, looking forward to the moment when they took the oath.

Song Lan raised her head with a smile. Through her veil, she quietly looked at the tall and handsome man beside her, saying every word.

"I do not want to."

He Zhaozhi's smile was almost cruel, and he spoke in unison with her.

Song Lan froze for a moment, a sneer flashed across her eyes, and she shook off He Chaozhi's hand.

She lifted her veil and threw it on the ground, broke off the fresh lily in her hand, and threw it on He Zhaozhi's body.

"He Zhaozhi, I don't love you at all, and I don't want to marry you. Let's stop here. I don't want to accompany you in this farce."

Jiang Yurong looked at this scene with a pale face, she didn't understand what happened.

The other guests were in the same mood as her.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Only He Zhaozhi stood there indifferently, with the corners of his mouth curled up extremely coldly: "Song Lan, in order to get revenge on me, is it worth it to pay yourself?"

Song Lan was startled, she had a bad premonition in her heart.

She thought that He Zhaozhi didn't want to marry her, but just wanted to have fun with her, but looking at the current situation...why did there seem to be more terrible things waiting for her?
He Zhaozhi ignored everyone's surprise and raised his hand.

Zhou Qu suddenly appeared behind the priest and inserted the USB flash drive into the computer. After a few seconds, all of Song Lan's information appeared on the big screen.

Including a photo of Father Song.

Song Lan clung to the wedding dress on her body, took a step back, and raised her head in a desperate posture, like a dying swan.

She never expected that He Zhaozhi would send someone to investigate her background.

"Song Lan."

He Zhaozhi walked leisurely, came to her side as if strolling in a courtyard, and leaned over with a light smile.

"That's why you approached me, right? To avenge your incompetent father, to resent my He family for taking your mother away and making you an orphan. It's really interesting, but unfortunately, I still found out."

Song Lan turned her head, stared at He Zhaozhi's handsome but deeply hated face, and sneered.

"Now that you know, why bother to act with me until now, He Chaozhi, it's really hard work for you to act with me for so long."

He Zhaozhi smiled with a gloomy expression, "If I don't accompany you in the show, how can I let you know that you were just a joke from the beginning to the end?"

(End of this chapter)