It wasn't until this moment that she realized that her best friend's groom was the man that he had been looking for her every night. Since you already had a beautiful wife, and you didn't love me, why wouldn't you let me go? He pinched her chin and said indifferently, "I just want you to be the most despicable third party in the world, so that you can accept my " distress" on behalf of your best friend every day, because I hate you!"
It was not until this moment that Qi Mrs. Qi realized that her best friend's groom was actually his man who was still in bed with her last night.
He liked to eat fifty percent of the cooked steak, and there was a bruise mark on his thigh. He always frowned when thinking about it.
Qi planned to think that she knew him very well, but she was the last to know that he had gotten married.
A burst of pain flashed across her heart, and she subconsciously put her hands together, but maintained a warm smile on her face. She whispered to her good friend Cheng Feixue, "Xue'er, congratulations!"
"My best friend, Qi Luoge. My name is beauty Rolo!" Cheng Feixue introduced in a playful manner.
Qiao Yushi looked calmly at Qi Luoge, his expression calm, as if he had never seen her before.
"Hello! Qiao Yushi!" He said quite politely. He reached out his large hand and shook hands with Qi Luo Ge.
Perhaps it was too hot in June, so there was a fine sweat on Qi plannedge's palm. It only touched his fingertips and then moved away in a panic.
Qi Luoge didn't dare to look at him, for fear that Cheng Feixue would find out her unusual relationship with him in panic.
Her worries were unnecessary. He was so indifferent and calm. Of course, he would not expose himself and make his beloved wife sad.
There was a trace of hair on Cheng Feixue's delicate face. When he turned his head to look at her little face, he happened to see it. He smiled and reached out to take it off for her. It seemed that her face was fragile crystal, and her movements were so careful.
Qi Luoge's heart once again tightened. He had never treated her so gently before. She always thought that he was an indifferent person. It turned out that he wasn't. It was just that she wasn't worthy of his gentleness.
In a trance, Qi planned to be led into the hotel hall like a puppet and be seated.
The guest hall was very lively. People were enthusiastically discussing the family background knowledge of the newcomers and the talented couple.
However, Qi Luoge could no longer be happy for his good friend. Her husband was able to maintain such a relationship with others without her knowing. It could be seen that he was not worth entrusting his life to.
She was worried about her good friend's future, but she couldn't tell her these things. She had to think of other ways to stop this wedding.
He sent a message to Brother Yong, hoping that it was not too late.
After doing all this, the wedding march suddenly rang. All the guests stood up and welcomed the arrival of the newcomers.
The bride's father solemnly handed the shy Cheng Feixue to Qiao Yushi, who was graceful and graceful, and the thunderous applause lasted for a long time.
For some reason, Qi planned to keep thinking that he had been searching for her among the many guests.
Perhaps it was just an illusion. When she looked at him, he was looking at his wife affectionately.
The wedding was still going on. The etiquette lady had brought a cup of wine and was about to salute. Why hadn't the person she arranged appeared yet?
She couldn't bear to see his gentle smile anymore. She stood up and quietly left the wedding scene.
In the bathroom, she pressed the phone keyboard and was about to call Brother Yong. Suddenly, her back felt warm and she was tightly held in a man's arms.
Qi Luoge was startled. Just as he was about to scream, his mouth was covered by a warm hand. She was very familiar with this smell. Who else could it be but Qiao Yushi?
"Isn't he having a toast? Why is he here again? Did he suddenly give up today's wedding for me?"
That way, she would look down on herself and lose her remaining dignity.
Yes, she was not qualified. Otherwise, she could not afford the consequences.
Let me go! She's my good friend. If you don't do it for me, think about it for her, okay?" Qi Luoge begged in a low voice, with the last bit of hope in his heart. Tears were already welling up in his eyes.
He didn't love her, but he couldn't insult her or the holy wedding like this.
She thought that if he got married, she could leave with success, but she didn't expect him to be so unbearable.