Mr.Liang's Wife Escapes Again

"Xiaoji, she has been chasing after the wedding car. Would you like to stop for a while?"

Zou Yihan looked inside the rearview mirror, the thin figure struggling to catch up with the wedding car.

At the beginning, he did not support her to stay with Xiaoji.

Now, all of a sudden, he felt sorry for her.

"No, let's go."

From the small season also do not return, even a look are stingy to her.

Sitting in the car, the tone is cold.

Jiang Shiran is holding the painting and chasing after the wedding car.

Maybe she was too anxious to run. Jiang Shiran fell down with the painting in her arms. A layer of skin was abraded off her hand, and blood flowed out of her hand.

She didn't care about her injuries at all. She got up and continued to chase the wedding car from Xiaoji with her paintings in her arms.

Zou Yihan looks at Jiang Shiran's stubborn little face in the rearview mirror, and feels a little distressed for this girl.

"Xiao Ji, she fell down."

"I said, leave her alone and keep driving."

Li Xiaoji said impatiently that today is his wedding day with Wang Yufei. He doesn't want to have any more problems.

After his father died, he had to marry Wang Yufei to hold Li's family.

He has already killed his father. He can't keep the only thing that his father left him because of his willfulness.

Zou Yihan did not speak and stepped on the accelerator to speed up.

Jiang Shiran watched the wedding car leaving Xiaoji helplessly and disappeared from her sight.

She quickly took a car to catch up with the wedding car from Xiaoji.

Hold the painting tightly in your arms and look ahead with wide eyes for fear of missing out on Xiaoji.

"Little girl, you are so badly hurt. I'll take you to the hospital first. What's more, the one you want to chase is the wedding car away from the young master. We taxis can't catch up with it. "

The driver's uncle took a look at Jiang Shiran, who was injured all over, and felt a little heartache.

Jiang Shiran shakes her head vigorously. She doesn't want to go to the hospital. She just wants to see Li Xiaoji and deliver the painting to him.

She didn't want to keep pestering him, she just wanted to bless him.

The driver sighed, shook his head, and then continued to chase away from Xiaoji's wedding car.

Sitting in the back seat, Jiang Shiran has never let go of his painting.

She was crying hard as she looked ahead.

She also did not know why the word to cry, is reluctant to leave Xiaoji?

The taxi chased all the way to the church, the church she had chosen, or the priest.

The car stops at a distance from the church. Jiang Shiran's face is a little pale. She wipes the tears off her face and gets out of the car.

Standing there, looking at the door of the church from afar, his small face with a faint sadness.

Liang Qiancheng was driving in the direction of the church.

In his co driver's seat, there is Zhou Suqin in a beige skirt and a dignified lady.

After getting off the bus, she helped Liang Qiancheng tidy up her tie, and then took his arm to walk into the church.

"Qiancheng, after Xiaoji's wedding, we will have a holiday, and then we will travel together. I heard that France is the romantic capital. I want to go with you."

Liang Qiancheng's face did not have any expression, but also did not push away Zhou Suqin's small hand, said coldly, "my company is relatively busy recently, there is no time to go out with you. As long as you are happy, it has nothing to do with how many places they run. I will give you a long holiday."

"My grandfather has already arranged it. This time, we are going out together with two families, and the route has been arranged." Zhou Suqin's stomach and Liang Qiancheng said with a sweet smile, "even if the company is busy, you also need to rest. It's not a machine. If we go there to play, you can also have a rest and get enough energy. Then you can continue to work when you come back."

Instead of responding to Zhou Suqin, Liang Qiancheng went straight into the church.

Jiang Shiran stands not far away, quietly watching Zhou Suqin and Qiancheng's arm. They are talking and laughing, just like a couple in love.

Obviously, he is Zhou Suqin's fiance. Why would he say those words to her.

Time does not allow Jiang Shiran to think about it. The church bell is ringing. Wang Yufei, in her white wedding dress, is graceful and graceful. She is led by her father. She gets out of the car and walks to the door step by step.

Wang Yufei, who is about to be sent away from Xiaoji, has a happy smile on her face.

Li Xiaoji stretched out his hand, with a smile of Wenrong hanging on his lips. His slender body stepped forward to meet his beautiful wife.

Looking at the two people's hands together, Jiang Shiran raised his feet and ran to them.

Running breathlessly, when they turn to walk into the church, Jiang Shiran finally comes to them, but is blocked by the people in front of her.

With tears in his eyes, he held tightly the painting to be given to Li Xiaoji.The bride took her father's arm and walked in slowly step by step, leaving Xiaoji standing there waiting for the bride.

Wang Yufei's father took Wang Yufei's hand and put his daughter's hand on the hand of Li Xiaoji.

He took over Wang Yufei's hand happily with a smile as bright as the sun.

The sad and brilliant smile stabbed Jiang Shiran's eyes.

At that moment, tears fell like rain.

Xiao Ji, who took Wang Yufei's hand and was about to turn around, saw the thin figure standing at the door of the church holding the painting tightly.

His face changed a little, did not expect that she would follow the wedding site.

Seeing something wrong with Xiao Ji's face, they all turn their heads and look at Jiang Shiran standing at the door.

Almost all the people present came to attend the wedding ceremony of Xiao Ji for the second time, so everyone knew Jiang Shiran.

This is the girl who left Xiaoji on the wedding day.

This time, I'm afraid I'm not reconciled. I want to make a big fuss on the wedding scene. Now there's a good show to watch.

Everyone is waiting to see a good play, disdainful eyes have been staying on the body of Jiang Shiran.

People who had been quietly waiting for the priest to announce the wedding speech began to whisper below.

Maybe it's too abrupt for him to appear here like this. Jiang Shiran's thin body retreats to the door, and then shrinks to one side, so that the people inside can't see her.

From the season, you are still so gentle, so gentle, when you reach out to take the bride's hand, the smile at that moment is really charming.

In fact, I really want to say congratulations to you loudly, but I don't have the courage to say so.

I come after you, not to pester you, not to make a scene, just want to see you for the last time, before I leave, take a look at you, and then hand over this painting to you.

A month ago, I was sitting in a hotel, dressing up, waiting for you to pick me up.

Now, holding your hand, standing beside you becomes another woman.

I don't blame you for marrying other women so quickly. I know I'm not worthy of you, but I really want to face all the difficulties with you.

He put the painting at the door and didn't dare to turn back. He covered his face and ran out.

Now you lead the bride, just worthy of you, so beautiful, is a lady, will not drag you back, not a let you shame in the past, will not let you everywhere embarrassed.