Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Why do you have to live in a well-behaved grid?She is already tired of this "grid life"!

"Okay, let's get married—"

When Leng Lintian, who had changed into the groom's attire, appeared at the entrance of the lobby, he just heard Wen Xinnuan raised his hand, excitedly making a decision.

Of course, Luo Lei followed closely behind Leng Lintian.

Wen Xinnuan didn't notice the person coming, and nodded vigorously: "Beauty, I have decided, on December 12th, we will get married together."

Canglang squatted down, took off the warm high-heeled shoes, and gently kneaded her ankles.

"Miss Wen, does it hurt here?"

"Um……"

Leng Lintian strode in: "Marry? With whom?"

"Of course it's the wolf, who else but him?" Wen Xinnuan replied, and when she looked at Leng Lintian, she saw Luo Lei behind him.

This man had been indifferent and normal for the past few days, but at this moment, his face was like the night before the rainstorm, and the thunderbolt flickered violently...

Jing Jiaren sang and said, "It's just right, the wedding photos are also taken together. Lin Tian, ​​what do you think?"

Leng Lintian was very surprised by her title, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "I have no objection."

"Then let's go together." Wen Xinnuan didn't look at Luo Lei, what does it matter to him whether she wants to get married or not?

Although it was a fake marriage, she didn't really want to say it out!Didn't he say that no one wants her?Get mad at him.

"But, Canglang, you haven't proposed to me yet."

The wolf came to his senses suddenly, and stood up: "Miss Wen, wait for me."

"Also call me Miss Wen, my name is Xinnuan."

"Heart warm, wait..."

Canglang ran out in a hurry, probably to buy a diamond ring.

Jing Jiaren smiled, this man has a quick brain, he deserves to be trusted by Leng Lintian and become his right hand.

"How about it, do you still like the wedding dress?" Leng Lintian walked towards her gracefully, but couldn't approach her because the skirt was too big.

Jing Jiaren nodded: "The wedding dress is very beautiful, but it is only suitable for taking pictures, and it is too difficult to move."

"How do you want to improve?"

"Redo. Is there time?"

"If you want it in time, don't you dare not have time." Leng Lintian indulged, "What style do you want, you communicate with the designer."

"Beauty, what about me? What kind of person am I suitable for?"

"You try on the wedding dress and let me see."

Wen Xinnuan moved her feet, the pain was gone, and she couldn't wait to go to the wedding dress stand to choose.

The beautiful wedding dress that every woman dreams of wearing, Wen Xinnuan picked out a few of them and compared them: "Is this one good-looking? Or this one? Ladies, this one is also super beautiful."

Jing Jiaren untied the shelf supporting the entire huge skirt, and walked out from inside: "If you like it, try it on for me."

"I also want to take a picture of your big skirt..."

"What's wrong with that? We can still make the exact same wedding dress."

Luo Lei sat gloomy on the dark blue sofa, and there seemed to be countless icicles surging in the corners of his blue eyes.

He had an impulse right now, wishing he could burn down the bridal dress shop, pack and throw Wen Xinnuan as far away as possible!

Pulling off his tie vigorously and undoing a few buttons, he was bound like a man, and even the air became thin and suffocating.

This damned woman must have come back to Colombia to anger him this time.

"Click", the door of the fitting mirror opened, and Wen Xinnuan walked out wearing a snow-white wedding dress.