A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"who?"

"Lin Xing..."

In the carriage, the brief conversation relieved Qiao Shukuang's tense mood.

He opened his eyes out of the car window and connected to the phone.

"Hello, Lin Xing."

"Qiao Shukuang, where are you? Hurry up and pick me up. Your sister is crazy, and she wants to take Xia Yu to the wedding venue! You know Xia Yu's physical condition. In this weather, if there are no medical staff to follow, if Go outdoors, if something goes wrong, Qiao Xin will be murdered. I——will not let her go!"

Lin Xing, who was trampled to the end, uttered harsh words.

There were too many emotions hidden in that gnashing of teeth voice, but as a good brother, Qiao Shukuang understood his mood at the moment.

No relief, no justification.

Qiao Shukuang replied in a deep voice: "I see, you wait at home, Lu Yan and I will be there in a while."

When hanging up the phone, Lu Yan made a sharp turn at the highway intersection, turned around and drove towards the old house of the Lin family.

Obviously, he also heard what Lin Xing said just now.

But considering the good brother's face, he didn't say much, but just drove the car intently.

*

Arrive at the wedding venue.

The accompanying bodyguards opened their umbrellas and stood beside Bao Jinghan and Yun Chunxi.

And Bao Jinghan, who had just got off the car, was standing outside the small Western-style meeting place built in the open air, stunned.

Speaking of which, she and Qiao Xin are not very familiar with each other.

The big fight to find her was not only for Lu Yan's face, but also because of Qiao's request to her grandfather.

Of course, in the final analysis, I still can't get rid of the affection of old friends, and the word "profit"!

"Han, am I right?!"

Like Bao Jinghan, Yun Chunxi, who was standing blankly outside the car door on the other side, suddenly called her and rubbed his eyes.

Then, he widened his eyes and looked at the group photo of the continuous shooting wedding dress extending from the entrance area to the infield.

Specifically, this group photo is a combination of three-dimensional and Two-dimensional.

Qiao Xin in it was shot in real life, wearing a beautiful wedding dress, with a sweet smile.

Totally a happy bride!

But the one next to her was painted and synthesized by using PS technology—Two-dimensional Lin Xing!

"I have to say... she is really well-intentioned."

Bao Jinghan made a comment, stretched out his hand to push the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and glanced at the cars parked around him in a blink of an eye.

It is estimated that many of them came to attend the "wedding".

It's just that in the current situation, the wedding is about to be held, so the venue is right!

*

Change clothes, put on makeup.

In the lounge, Qiao Xin leaned back on the sofa and let the makeup artist dress her up.

Soon, a woman with beautiful makeup appeared in the mirror.

The makeup artist looked at her masterpiece and showed a satisfied smile. While saying auspicious words, she stood up and showed Qiao Xin the black hair into a bun that best matched her face shape.

Seeing that the time is coming.

Her makeup was well organized, and seeing Qiao Xin standing up, she lowered her head to tidy up her skirt, and said curiously, "Miss Qiao, why don't you get a bridesmaid to follow?"

"Aren't the bridesmaids all girlfriends? I don't have any girlfriends. There are only two of them who can be regarded as friends. And these two are not people who can show their faces. They are too outstanding and will dominate the limelight!"

What Qiao Xin said was half-truth and half-false, the makeup artist didn't understand the meaning, but she didn't ask any more.

And at this moment, Qiao Xin seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and raised her finger to the sleeping woman sitting in a wheelchair with a ventilator beside her—