Chief husband, strong love!

Ningyuan was a little speechless.

What's he doing here? Obviously, he's trying to take Miss Yan back with the help of this woman?

Now miss Yan is gone, and the woman has removed the man who stared at Mu Beishen.

He didn't know why, but she began to arouse him to do things.

It seemed that she didn't even bother to call her own people and caught one by the side.

But Ningyuan also had a little curiosity, "who? A wedding that has nothing to do with you. You're really busy."

Zhuang Su was the busiest one Ningyuan found at the wedding.

Followed by her husband.

Her husband was also ordered by her to run around.

She was like a chief dispatcher, with a big stomach, sitting in this clean place and arranging everything.

What happened to the wedding? Someone asked her.

If the bride has any trend on the microblog, she should keep an eye on it.

She knows everything Miss Yan and Mu Beishen do at their wedding.

Even he has to be questioned about the background from time to time.

Sometimes there are the bride's children, and she has to watch.

Ningyuan has never seen such a busy pregnant woman at a wedding banquet.

So he was curious. Does she have another job to catch people now?

Zhuang Su handed over the tablet in his hand and said lazily, "do you know the people above?"

"Yes, I seem to be an old female star."

Zhuang Su pie mouth, "is a dead female star."

Ning yuan: "er..."

"Take care of this fake and see where it looks like this."

Ning yuan listened to her impolite tone and couldn't cry or laugh, "sorry, this has nothing to do with me and miss Yan. You'd better go to your husband."

Zhuang Su: "

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Xie Qinghuan is dead.

But from time to time, someone secretly makes some disgusting little moves, and Zhuang Su has always been annoyed.

That face is indeed very similar from the picture, probably more like than Xie Qinghuan himself.

After Xie Qinghuan was disfigured, the wound was not treated for half a year.

It has long been completely destroyed, and the possibility of recovery is gone.

No matter how skillful medical technology can save her festering face.

So Zhuang Su has always been curious about who this person is.

Tang Xiaomi thinks she is a plain person who looks a little like and wants to find a chance to be red.

She doesn't think so.

Find the marketing number with rhythm. The selected points are too dark and accurate.

It's not like simply trying to become popular by topic, but trying to kill Shen Enron by the way.

Not to mention deep hatred, it is also an extraordinary holiday.

In addition, every time this person's news, the timing is very accurate.

You can also connect with Shen Xin's former account.

It shows that she is not a plain person who doesn't know Shen Enron at all.

But the whole has become this virtue. Finding someone is not necessarily the other party's original certificate.

If you can't see your previous traces after cosmetic surgery, you can't recognize your face.

Tired for a day, Shen Enron has changed his complicated wedding dress.

I took a break and sat next to Zhuang Su for a rest.

She looked at the picture above.

It's the latest photo from all angles.

Left, right, front, all of them, just like a picture before detention.

In addition to the photos, there is a passport with a stranger's name.

She didn't look at her passport very carefully, but she looked at the picture more. "I know who it is."