President, don't tease me

In the Church of Santa felia, champagne roses flown from France exude a strong fragrance, mixed with the mellow wine fragrance from custom red wine glasses, all of which do not highlight the delicacy and dignity of the wedding.

Tang Guo looked at the extravagant wedding scene, but he was not moved at all. He only felt ridicule.

People who have only seen two sides should participate in her life in the next few decades and become an integral part of her?

And her father, Tang Guo, looked slightly sideways. There was no sadness about his daughter's marriage. Instead, Tang Fu, who smiled like a blooming marigold, felt that the wedding was ridiculous.

It was more a deal than a wedding, and she was the only commodity in the deal.

As a victim of the family marriage, she didn't even have the right to refuse.

Tang Guo pinched the bouquet in his hand, and his eyes fell on the man at the other end of the red carpet, gradually cold.

The wedding march sounded. Tang Guo took Tang Fu's arm, walked step by step through the red carpet and stood in front of the groom.

Beiming Feng, the man who is going to marry her tonight, is a noble of the aristocratic family that the whole Beidu celebrities want to marry, and the first successor of the Beiming family.

He only saw two faces. Although he was very handsome, he still made Tang Guo feel strange.

Tang Guo quietly looked at the amazement and tenderness at the bottom of Beiming Maple's eyes. Suddenly, he couldn't help bending his lips and drew a warm smile.

How ridiculous! Beiming Feng's eyes seem to be looking at his lover who has been in love for many years. His tender eyes seem to drown people in his eyes, but only the two of them know that the so-called tenderness is just a play on the spot.

I'm afraid she's just a pile of banknotes in Beiming Feng's eyes at the moment, still breathing banknotes.

"Mr. Beiming, whether you are willing to marry Miss Tang Guo, regardless of poverty, wealth, birth, old age, illness, death and death."

Father Zhuang's solemn voice sounded, chanting the promise of life.

"I will."

Beiming Feng answered quickly, hardly thinking, and there was no need to think. For him, the so-called wedding was just a form.

As for whether it was this woman, it didn't matter at all. The important thing was that she had strong financial resources behind her, which could enable him to completely stand in the position of the successor of the Beiming family.

"Miss Tang Guo, whether you are willing to marry Mr. beimingfeng as your wife, whether you are poor, rich, old or sick, you will never give up and depend on life and death."

The priest's voice sounded again, but this time he didn't hear Tang Guo's answer. The originally quiet scene suddenly became audible, and the atmosphere was a little subtle.

Beiming Fengjun frowned and stared at Tang Guo discontentedly. What the hell is this woman doing?

But Tang Guo didn't seem to see his threatening eyes. His slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes were a bit of fun.

The priest licked his lips, raised his hand and wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead. He coughed awkwardly and repeated his oath again.

"Miss Tang Guo, would you like to..."

But this time, Tang Guo didn't give him a chance to finish reading, "I don't want to."

"Ah, what are you talking about..." the priest thought there was something wrong with his ears and asked subconsciously.

But Tang Guo suddenly raised his hand and pulled off his veil. The expensive and exquisite wedding crown decorated with diamonds was severely hit on the ground, making a clear sound, which made all eyes focus on Tang Guo in an instant.

Without the fixation of the wedding crown, Tang Guo's hair was a little messy, but she didn't care at all. Instead, she carried the skirt of the wedding dress, easily stepped over to the priest in two steps and grabbed the microphone in his hand.

"I said, I won't marry!"

Tang guoqingyue's voice instantly spread through every corner of the church through the microphone, while her other hand raised the bouquet in her hand and threw it towards the flower board.

The bouquets of flowers spread out, and at one time there were countless photos with scattered petals scattered from the ceiling in all directions.

This picture, in the brilliant crystal lamp of the church, has some unspeakable strange beauty, which makes people stare at it unconsciously.

Until a photo fell on the guest's face, the crowd reacted and picked up the photo on the ground.

But this time, everyone was stunned and stared at the content of the photo. After a moment, they were all looking at each other.

I don't know the voice of discussion suddenly came out from that corner, but for a moment, the whole church began to chatter, just like boiling water.

The people in the picture are clearly the groom Beiming Feng tonight and Beiming Han sitting in the first row of the man's immediate relatives.

All kinds of surprised, frightened, disgusted and unbelievable eyes focused on the two parties in an instant. Beiming Maple bent down and picked up a photo. His face was black as ink splashing and his chill suddenly rose.

The picture in the photo can not be clearer than that of Beiming Feng. It is clear that before the wedding, he forced Beiming han to the corner of the garden and threatened Beiming han to give up his successor.

But the people who took the photos were opportunistic and chose a tricky angle, which made them look like kissing on the wall!

"As you can see, my bridegroom, my beloved man, is a gay who loves his brother. Pity me for my infatuation and wrong payment..."

Tang Guo's crying voice spread through every corner of the church through the microphone, raised his hand to cover up the tears that didn't exist in the corners of his eyes, and pretended to be righteous the next second.

"However, I am willing to give up my position selflessly and complete the lovers..."

There was an uproar. The sound of discussion at this time almost broke the whole church. The parents of both sides were even more gloomy and ugly, while the Beiming Maple standing on Tang Guo was even more sinister, and his angry teeth were trembling.

What's this crazy woman doing?!

Tang Guo looked at the wedding that was stirred into a muddy water by her with satisfaction. His eyebrows were light and proud, but his eyes suddenly fell on Beiming Han, who was rumored by her.

I saw his finger bone clear hand holding the photo, his head slightly hung, his thin lips slightly invisible, and he smiled without anger.

After inadvertently seeing Beiming Han's smile, Tang Guo suddenly felt a little uneasy. He was thinking of smearing oil on the soles of his feet and sneaking away.

But Beiming Han looked up at this time.

Tangguo immediately seemed to be cursed and stared at the man.

Although his legs are disabled and he is sitting in a wheelchair, his back is still straight. His hair is as clean as ink, his face is a little morbid pale, his thin lips are tight, his blood color is light, and his exquisite facial features are like carving, but they don't show femininity. It's just too handsome.

But what really made Tang Guo dare not move was the eyes like a deep cold pool. The man just raised his eyes slightly. The deep-rooted coldness made her seem to fall into an ice cave. As long as she dared to act rashly, she would break into ice slag in a moment.

Can't breathe.