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Chapter 211 It's Miss Liu Not Miss Liu

In the distance, four porters carried a half-new sedan chair, and a suona player was playing music. This was the entire team of the so-called richest man, Ms. Liu, sending off her relatives.

Mrs. Zhao was dumbfounded when she saw it. This shabby woman is worse than a married woman in the countryside. What's going on?
The villagers talked a lot, everyone has seen pigs run before eating pork, how can a big family in the city get married like this?

"Shimao, what's going on?" Mrs. Zhao tugged at Su Shimao's sleeve.

Su Shimao stared at the sedan chair with a frosty face, and he didn't know what was going on.Last time when we got engaged in Xiangmanlou, Mr. Liu clearly promised not to dowry from the Su family, but to prepare a red dowry for Miss Liu to marry to the Su family, but why is it different now?
Su Shimao settled down, and whispered to Mrs. Zhao: "Mother, don't worry, maybe the dowry is too heavy and you walk slowly, so you can follow behind. Sister Liu's family is so rich, and she is an only child, so she can't lose money."

Thinking that her son was right, Mrs. Zhao felt relieved and bragged to the villagers: "Look at our daughter-in-law, the dowry is too much to lift, and there are hundreds of people behind it, and it will be there in a while!"

The villagers were dubious, how could the sedan chair of the richest man be so broken?

Anyway, the sedan chair arrived staggeringly, Su Shimao went to kick the sedan door, went in and carried the bride out.

"Pick up the bride!" The villagers booed, followed by laughing.

Su Li Yuan Bao and Bai Lu also followed in the crowd. Bai Lu stared at the bride's back with doubts in her eyes, and pulled Su Li's sleeve: "Ma'am, why does this bride look so familiar to me?"

"Bai Lu, do you know Miss Liu, the daughter of the richest man?" Su Li wondered, Bai Lu was originally a maid in a brothel, how could she have met the daughter of the richest man?

Bai Lu thought for a while, pulled Su Li and ran over to catch up with Su Shimao.

Su Shimao was a scholar with limited strength, he walked a little wobbly, and the bride's red hijab also wobbled.

Bai Lu bowed her waist and looked under the hijab, just as the hijab wobbled and floated up, Bai Lu happened to see the bride's face clearly.

"Ma'am, come with me." Bai Lu held Su Li's hand tightly, with a strange expression on her face.

Su Li knew that Bai Lu was a stable person, so he called Mrs. Chen and found a place where there was no one to talk with Bai Lu.

Bai Lu looked at Su Li, then at Chen Shi, her complexion changed from solemn to poof, she laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist.

"Oh, what's wrong with this girl, what's so funny about seeing something so laughing like this!?" Mrs. Chen hurriedly grabbed Bai Lu's arm.

Bai Lu laughed so hard that she couldn't catch her breath, she turned her head to look at the bustling wedding reception team, and the happy Su family, and laughed: "Hahaha, ma'am, let me tell you, Miss Liu, hahaha, what kind of richest man?" Daughter, hahaha! She is Miss Liu, hahahaha!"

"What, Bai Lu, what Miss Liu?" Su Li was also at a loss.

"It's Miss Liu, the Miss Liu I used to serve in the brothel! Hahaha, what kind of daughter of the richest man, she is just an outdated courtesan in a brothel, hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter!" Bai Lu laughed so hard that she simply sat on her buttocks. On the ground, tears burst into tears: "After Miss Liu passed away, she was not welcome in the building. At that time, she kept telling me that she was going to marry a rich man. But who would marry her? Liu, she told me at that time, the big deal is to pretend to be a rich lady, hang on to a rich man, and marry in first, hahaha! It turns out that Miss Liu really caught a "rich man", and she really married in haha Haha I laughed so hard!"

(End of this chapter)