Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

Lin Shuqing turned her face to one side. There was no room for discussion. Fu qinzun was her own son. She couldn't put the woman she thought was a time bomb next to him.

Fu looked at the situation and didn't want to say anything more. Holding Mu Yansheng's hand, he directly turned around and went out.

"You come back! We are your relatives. You took this woman away. You..." Lin Shuqing looked at their backs and shouted behind them, trying to call him back, but it didn't help after all.

Mu Yansheng followed him and wanted to ask him what he thought, but he was afraid to arouse his thoughts. He glanced at his side face from time to time. His face was a little pale, his eyebrows were locked, and his heart was full of tension.

Fu even Zun didn't say a word. He kept silent and took her home. Since Lin Shuqing didn't want to come, he didn't want to force it. After all, this was their wedding.

The wedding time came as usual. Mu Yansheng got out of bed early. Under the care of servants and professional stylists, her exquisite figure was wrapped in a flawless white wedding dress. Her makeup was exquisite and charming. The accessories and jewelry she wore perfectly echoed with the wedding dress and makeup, setting off her brilliance. The skirt design was a little broad, It just covered her slightly swollen pregnant belly, making her figure as slim as ever.

She put on the shoes that Fu uniform had prepared for her, went out in the crowd, sat in the car and rushed to the wedding scene.

With Fu's strength, almost all the business elites arrived at the scene. Although Fu and his wife didn't come, Fu qizun still controlled them well without any sense of embarrassment.

She waited in the room in her wedding dress and kept shaking in front of the mirror to see if she was not good enough and strive to be the most perfect bride today.

Although there was a lot of unhappiness before, but today, when she was really in the wedding, she couldn't help but be excited. She smiled all the time, and the joy between the tips of her eyebrows couldn't be hidden.

"Miss mu, it's time. We should go." The bridesmaid stood at the door and gently reminded.

Originally, she thought that when she got married, she must let Yang Shanshan be her bridesmaid, but she never thought of that kind of thing. Yang Shanshan has been treating patients abroad. Her interpersonal circle is small. She can't think of anyone else except Yang Shanshan. She can't help but use the person arranged by Fu qiaozun.

When Mu Yansheng heard the sound, he turned around and walked out carefully. Accompanied by the bridesmaid, he came to the starting point of the red carpet.

She has no family, so she can't take her father's arm and step on the red carpet like other girls. She can only complete this sacred and solemn ceremony by herself, just like an island without any support.

She waited outside the door for a while, and the wedding march played slowly. Under the attention of the public, she held the most exquisite and noble bouquet of flowers, stepped on the blood red soft carpet, and slowly walked towards the man at the other end of the red carpet, smiling.

Fu qiaozun led her to the front ceremonial stage. The godfather stood among them and asked the questions that every newlywed couple must be asked. Mu Yansheng naturally nodded and answered "I do", but when he came to Fu qiaozun, the painting style suddenly changed.

"No." Fu qiaozun's thin lips opened gently and said the three words that shocked the whole audience. Suddenly, everyone's smiles were frozen on their faces and their eyes were attracted. When she was in it, she couldn't help feeling that her face was burning.

"What?" Maybe even the priest was frightened and thought he didn't hear it clearly. He looked at him suspiciously and asked again.

"I don't want to." Fu even raised his head, his sword eyebrow slightly raised, and his noble temperament did not decrease. He repeated it again. The voice of indifference and determination echoed in the church. There was no guilt on his cold and resolute face, as if it was taken for granted in his eyes.

Mu Yansheng trembled at the corners of her mouth, the smile on her face slowly dissipated, her face was white, her delicate and small facial features slowly distorted, her eyebrows were locked, her eyes were dim to the extreme, and she was pushed to the bottom of the valley by him mercilessly under the attention of everyone.

After a burst of surprise, the guests below slowly recovered, and their faces were smiling again, but these smiles were different from those before. In these smiles, there was more ridicule. Suddenly, the bright podium became a stage, and everyone below looked at her like a monster, with burning eyes on her face, She can't wait to find a crack to get in.

Fu even Zun took off the flower he was wearing on his chest and didn't even look at her. He turned over directly and went straight down. Under the eyes of the people, he walked out of the church, leaving Mu Yansheng standing in his place alone.

Today, she made a diamond joke by wearing a high-end customized top wedding dress and the most precious and dazzling jewelry. In this way, he walked away without looking back, leaving her alone with all the shame and embarrassment.

In addition to the arrival of many business guests, many media also came to the wedding. The prince of the Fu Group is newly married, which is undoubtedly a major event. Maybe he will dig out some strong materials and win a lot of attention. Today's trouble undoubtedly gives them an unprecedented opportunity.

For a time, all the media reporters on the scene swarmed in, surrounded Mu Yansheng in the middle, and scrambled to hand over the microphone to her mouth. The dazzling flash hit her face, which made her avoid it. She wanted to escape, but the surrounding roads were blocked by the crowd, and she had nowhere to escape.

"Miss mu, how do you feel when you see President Fu doing this?"

"I heard that Mrs. Fu has always disagreed with your marriage with Mr. Fu. Do you think Mrs. Fu did it behind her back?"

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The reporters' words stabbed her like a sharp blade one by one and gave her a severe blow. She kept her head down and raised her hand to block her face. The hair she had managed to do in the morning was slowly messy. She had to squat on the ground and bury her face tightly in her knees. Since they didn't let her go, She can only use this method for silent confrontation.

She didn't know how long the time had passed. She only knew that her legs were unconscious and the crowd around her slowly retreated.