Rich Woman's Love

"Miss Xuanyuan Jiezhen, do you want this man to be your husband and make a marriage contract with him? Love him, take care of him, respect him, be loyal to him forever to the end of his life, no matter whether he is poor or healthy, or for any other reason? The priest smiles at Xuan Yuan Jie Zhen to ask.

Xuanyuan Jiezhen is very excited. After so long hard work, she has paid so much. Now she finally wants to get what belongs to her. It's not in vain for her carefully arranged Bureau.

With tears in his eyes, he said, "I will.

Only three words, but exhausted the whole body strength to say this promise, Xuanyuan Jiezhen looked at him with a smile.

"Mr. Zhuge Mingjie, would you like this woman in front of you to be your wife and enter into a marriage contract with her? Love him, take care of him, respect her, and be faithful to him to the end of his life, no matter whether he is poor or healthy, or for any other reason.

As soon as the pastor's words were finished, there was a commotion at the door. People turned around one after another. They saw a person at the door wearing a silver white bra dress, high-heeled shoes, flaxen hair glowing red under the light, and the most appropriate smile on the corner of his mouth. It was hard to see that there was anything wrong.

Next to the man holding a smile, so on the appearance of all the people present sigh.

"I didn't expect you to come to her wedding. Luo JIAYE said with a smile.

Murong Lifen laughs mischievously, takes Luo JIAYE's arm and tightens it a bit, saying: "she has successfully got what she wants now. How can she forget how she got all this? Only when I stand here and look at her with a smile, can she always remember what she has done.

Murong Lifen, an international model who has disappeared for two months, and Luo JIAYE, who has just entered the advertising industry hand in hand, are on the stage. All the people present are amazing. Today's marriage of Zhuge's president is really a big show.

Xuanyuan Jiezhen's face was bloodless and her body trembled when she saw the comer, while Zhuge Mingjie's face was warm. She seemed to have expected Murong Lifen to appear here.

"Mr. Zhuge.

The minister called again.

Zhuge Mingjie came back to himself, nodded with a smile and said, "I agree. The action is done in one go without affectation.

He knew that Xuanyuan Jiezhen's action would never stop there. It was the safest to put her beside him. But Murong Lifen would come. He really didn't know. It was just that things had happened like this. He could only let it continue. He wanted to see what Xuanyuan Jiezhen was going to do.

Murong Lifen takes a seat with Luo JIAYE.

Coldly looking at the top of a pair of Bi hand in hand appeared in front of her, she came back has been fully prepared, she will stand at the top, watching Xuanyuan Jiezhen step by step to perish, watching her for what she did to pay the price, today's such a luxurious wedding banquet will let her remember.

And the man standing on the stage is just like a man like a king. It's no longer her Murong Lifen's control, and his heart seems to be only on the woman beside him. Even if she knows what she should not do, will she accept it.

Now, she quietly stands at the bottom and looks at the man she once loved so deeply, but she is quiet as if nothing happened, sipping the red wine slowly, elegant but not sexy. All the people present looked at her without strabismus.

"Happy wedding. Murong Lifen got up and said to Zhuge Mingjie with a smile. She didn't show any sadness. She didn't look embarrassed because he got married today. She didn't call her crazy because of the beautiful woman standing next to him. Everything was just like a good friend she hadn't seen for many years.

"Thank you, Miss Murong Lifen. Zhuge Mingjie is also expressionless.

Murong Lifen suddenly stepped forward and said to Xuanyuan Jiezhen with a smile: "Mr. Zhuge is very lucky to marry a beautiful woman like Miss Xuanyuan. It's better to meet Miss Xuanyuan than to be famous. It's no wonder that the hero is sad for the beauty. Mr. Zhuge and miss Xuanyuan are really a good match. The word "match" is especially heavy. Regardless of Xuanyuan Jiezhen, who is at a loss, she gives her a hug with a smile.

"I think you should pay a price for it.

Smile immediately away, don't let Xuanyuan Jiezhen face any tiny expression, twitch, surprise, and resentment, and the jealousy, that eyes want to swallow her alive.

Murong Lifen picked up her eyebrows and raised a proud smile.

She also thought she was Murong Lifen before, when she only knew how to bear but didn't know how to fight back?

And next to Zhuge Mingjie, although he has been smiling, he has never said a word.

At night, Hengyang jewelry company set off fireworks at Henglong square in Zhejiang Province.

The sky in Zhejiang is red with fireworks, and the dry and cold atmosphere makes couples standing in the square marvel at Zhuge's great efforts.

Murong Lifen stood in Henglong square and looked up at the fleeting fireworks. It was gorgeous enough, but it was only worth a moment. I don't know when the corner of my eye felt slightly wet. When I reached out and touched it, I found that it was cold tears. He was a woman. Why did she entangle him.

The unexpected meeting and the experience of looking for a diamond ring in Europe are just like the movie playing upside down, which makes Murong Lifen a little unexpected. She clearly says she doesn't care about him, but when she sees him with a bright smile in front of her, her heart will still twitch when her arm is held by a beautiful woman. She is incompetent and can't forget him.

That day, when Luo JIAYE and his brother came to pick her up, Linghu Yuncheng asked her whether she wanted to go back to Zhejiang or stay there with her.

Facts have proved that Murong Lifen is a secular woman. She can't take what happened in the past as a thing of the past. She wants to get back and learn from the woman who has framed her many times and let her live in that place.

She is a woman, not a gentleman, and she has no way to return good for bad and forget all the sufferings she suffered in the past. She will not forget the midnight dream is the mother's crying eyes, there is no way to forget that day and night in the dark room called every day should not feel, she wants to watch her fall, watching her get retribution.

A tight coat.

Keep the cold wind out of your coat. Ear is still whirring, holding high-heeled shoes, step by step in the streets of Zhejiang.

Like a ghost without a soul.