The Queen of Rebirth

Chapter 114 Don't Abandon Me (1)
Unable to figure it out, and not wanting to entangle herself in these messy things for a long time, she turned around and returned to the big bed. Tonight's Fu Siling will not be back for some time...

Early the next morning.

It's not yet dawn.

The makeup artist has already arrived.

According to the custom, the groom is going to pick up the bride, but due to their special reasons, Song Zhenqian has no parents and no home, so these procedures are omitted, and the bride and groom can go directly to the wedding venue.

Song Zhenqian sat in front of the dressing table, and the makeup artist worked on her for three and a half hours before she was satisfied with putting away her makeup bag and going out.She looked at the unreal woman in the mirror, and for the first time she really envied Ou Yao's astonishing cheeks and figure.

The door of the room was pushed open at some point. Song Zhenqian looked through the vanity mirror and saw the imposing Fu Siling walking in from the door. He was wearing a black suit, straight and straight, and he approached her step by step. , with a black bow on the collar of the shirt, like the prince in every girl's dream, elegant and noble.

Fu Siling's demeanor doesn't look like he's a soldier, he's obviously a member of the British royal family.

Song Zhenqian stood up from the stool, and Fu Siling stopped in front of her. His slender fingers ran across her white veil, and her thin lips gently curved into a nice curve, "You are beautiful."

"You are handsome."

"Fool." He gently touched her fair and tender cheek with his hand, "Let's go."

"Yeah." Because she was too excited, she didn't see all kinds of strange emotions flashing past his eyes.

Song Zhenqian took Fu Siling's arm and followed him out of the bedroom.

There were a lot of people standing in the living room. When they appeared, everyone couldn't help exclaiming, those "talented men and women", "a natural pair", "perfect match", "a match made in heaven", "grow old together" and so on. The words of blessing kept lingering in their ears, and the corner of Song Zhenqian's mouth was always filled with a sweet smile, which could not disappear for a long time.

They drove all the way to the golf course in the suburbs in a float. Due to various influences, their wedding was relatively low-key. The float was only an ordinary Audi, and the most expensive head car did not exceed 100 million.

The wedding scene was very warmly arranged. When Song Zhenqian arrived there, she liked the white with pink style. She was holding Fu Siling's arm the whole time, with a polite smile on her lips, and she couldn't help being there , lowered Fu Siling's head, and whispered into his ear, "I like this kind of wedding very much."

Fu Siling smiled slightly.

Of course, if she was Song Zhenqian, she would like it.

He arranged and made it according to Song Zhenqian's previous wish.

In fact, sometimes, he doubts his own contradictions. He obviously doesn't believe that she is Song Zhenqian, but he will naturally cater to her according to Song Zhenqian's preferences.

He stood up straight, unwilling to think about it, and led her into the guests coming and going.

12:8.

The wedding officially begins.

Chinese people are very superstitious. The number "8" is considered auspicious.

All the guests were seated at designated seats, the priest stood in the middle, Fu Siling stood next to the priest, and Song Zhenqian, who was looking at him from afar, was standing opposite him through the red carpet on the lawn. Walking towards him step by step to the music of the wedding march.

The road was not long, Song Zhenqian smiled at the corner of her mouth, looked at him with affection in her eyes, and told her step by step the many hardships she had experienced, but it seemed that every step she took would bring her closer to happiness, so, she She has always felt that her wedding red carpet is for her to live a happy life. She has been waiting for this day for a long, long time.

The music stopped, and she saw Fu Siling directly opposite him knelt on one knee and stretched out his right hand.

She happily handed him her left hand, and then helped him to stand up together. The two looked at each other, and slowly turned to look at the priest.

"Today, we are gathered here to witness the coming together of Mr. Fu Siling and Ms. Ou Yao. Although they are two different individuals, their hearts and souls are intertwined as one. Now, they are willing to be together all over the world. I swear in front of the people that from now on, they will walk the road of life together." The priest spoke, and the audience burst into strong applause.

"Now, please God allow me to ask this beautiful Miss Ouyao, would you like to know this person's love for you and respond to his love, recognize his strengths and learn from them, recognize his shortcomings, and help him overcome them , recognize him as your lawful husband?"

"I am willing." Song Zhenqian said firmly.

"Then, handsome Mr. Fu Siling, are you willing to understand this person's love for you and respond to her love, recognize her strengths and learn from them, recognize her shortcomings, and help her overcome them, and admit that she is your legitimate wife?"

Fu Siling fell silent suddenly.

Song Zhenqian turned to look at him, but his eyes were only looking at the priest in front of him lightly.

All the guests held their breath and looked at Fu Siling.

The priest frowned and repeated what he had just asked Fu Siling.

Song Zhenqian bit her lip and couldn't help gently hooking his little finger to his palm.

Fu Siling turned his head to look at her, looking at the obvious, obvious longing in her eyes.

He smiled suddenly, "I do."

The audience seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and there was loud applause.

But Song Zhenqian, who wanted to hear the answer the most, didn't laugh at that moment. She just saw the obvious apology in his eyes.

He was saying to her, sorry.

Although his answer was, "I do".

There is always something wrong, it must be wrong.

"Ask the groom to put on the wedding ring for the bride."

"Ask the bride to put on the wedding ring for the groom."

"I declare that Mr. Fu Siling and Miss Ou Yao are officially married, and the groom can kiss the bride." The priest said loudly.

Fu Siling's slender fingers brushed across Song Zhen's pale and fair cheeks. He bent down, and his thin lips were printed on her lips. He closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes kept trembling in front of her. At that moment, , as if he was really feeling her temperature.

Was it my own illusion just now?
Song Zhenqian didn't know, at least she closed her eyes instinctively, feeling his breath on her lips...

"Sorry……"

As soon as she finished those simple words, she suddenly realized that she had a black pistol in her hand. Fu Siling hugged her and fell to the ground. Suddenly, there was a sound in her ear, the sound of bullets...

What was left of the originally warm and romantic wedding scene was full of panic and screams.

(End of this chapter)