In the mirror, the woman was wearing a long wedding dress, which perfectly revealed her snow-white neck and sexy collarbone. Her hair was tied up high, and a white veil poured down. She looked extremely elegant and dignified.

An Muran twitched the corner of his mouth, and there was finally a smile on the woman's face in the mirror that was not too ugly.

Today, she was going to get married, but she was not happy at all, because the person she was going to marry was not only not her favorite, but also a famous playboy in the industry.

Zhou Yi'an was the second son of the Zhou's Financial Group. Although his family background was powerful, he was not ignorant. He was not only a famous good-for-nothing young master, but also had affairs with countless women. For example, two days before An Muran and Zhou Yi'an got married, Zhou Yi'an was photographed entering and leaving the hotel with the newly promoted model Chu Manying, who was 18 years old.

An Muran forced a smile again. If that incident hadn't happened a month ago, she wouldn't have agreed to marry Zhou Yi'an.

A month ago.

"Muran, I'm sorry. I can't marry you." At the wedding scene, when An Muran, who was wearing a wedding dress, approached the groom, Jiang Yinxin, with a smile on his face, he heard Jiang Yinxin's ruthless words.

In an instant, An Muran felt a basin of cold water pouring down from above her head.

She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. After a long while, she squeezed out a smile and said, "Yin Xin, are you joking with me? Stop fooling around. The wedding is about to begin."

"I'm not joking. I'm serious." Jiang Yinxin looked at the woman in front of him and said word by word. His eyes were heavy, and he did not mean to joke at all.

An Muran had been with Jiang Yinxin for five years. It could be seen at a glance whether he was lying or not.

The woman's hand fell powerlessly to her side, almost using up all of her strength to prevent her tears from flowing down.

"Yin Xin, can you tell me why?" An Muran bit his lip and asked.

As soon as she asked this question, it was not Jiang Yinxin who answered her, but her best friend, Bai Yi, who was still congratulating her ten minutes ago.

Baisuyi came over gracefully in a 10-centimeter-high red high-heeled shoe, with a mocking smile on her delicate face. "Why? An Muran, can't you see that Yin Xin has not loved you for a long time? Look at yourself. How can a man like Yin Xin fall in love with you? I'm the one she loves."

"Boom!" An Muran felt as if his head was about to explode.

She couldn't understand what Jiang Yinxin and Bai Suyi were talking about.

She and Jiang Yinxin had been lovers since she was a student. She gave up the work arranged by her family for him and worked hard with him all the way. She gave all her savings to him. Even for him, what she used for him was the worst. She even gave up the face that women loved to take care of. It was not easy for them to get to know each other. And Jiang Yinxin finally became the general manager of Anyun Group as he wished. Why did he say that she didn't want her anymore? And his best friend Bai Suyi had become her boyfriend's girlfriend?

An Muran shook his head desperately. She really couldn't accept this fact.

"No, it won't happen. You lied to me together, didn't you..." An Muran said as he took a few steps closer to Jiang Yinxin and reached out to grab the man's hand.

But before she touched Jiang Yinxin's sleeve, a glass of cold red wine poured down from the top of her head.

Bai Suyi raised the empty cup in his hand, and his face was full of vicious mockery. "An Muran, if you still want to save some face, get out of here quickly. From now on, don't bother Yin Xin."

An Muran stared blankly at the wedding dress that was dyed red by red wine. The glaring red of her chest stung her eyes. This wedding dress was what she had saved up for a year to get enough money to buy back. Now, it was like trash being trampled on at will.

And the person she trampled on was her most beloved man and best friend.

An Muran raised his head and closed his eyes. After a while, he said in a trembling voice, "Good, good, good! I'm really blind to know you two. Listen carefully, I curse that you won't have a good result here!"

After that, An Muran turned around and ran out of the auditorium like crazy.

On the street, people were coming and going, and cars were flowing non-stop.

An Muran, who was in a trance, got in a car casually and shouted at the driver in a low voice, "Take me anywhere as long as I can leave this place!"

But after waiting for a long time, there was no reply from the driver.

An Muran was furious. When he was about to shout again, he suddenly found that there was something wrong with the atmosphere around him.

This car was obviously not an ordinary taxi. It was luxurious and spacious inside, and the seat was soft and comfortable. At a glance, one could tell that it was a luxury car!

And there seemed to be a man sitting beside her.

An Muran was stunned for a moment. He was sure that he had got the wrong car in a daze just now.

She stiffly turned her head to look at the person next to her. The first thing she saw were two straight long legs wrapped in dark gray suit trousers. Along the way, An Muran saw a nearly perfect face.

This was a handsome man. His facial features were as delicate as a knife. His face was white and his lines were soft. His whole body exuded a noble temperament.

At this time, the man was staring at An Muran with a pair of ink-like eyes.

An Muran's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the man's face, he couldn't come to his senses for a moment.

Until the man's indifferent and cold voice sounded in her ear, "There are many women throwing themselves at me, but I have never seen anyone so bold."

The man's eyes fell on the woman's white wedding dress. "She actually came directly in the wedding dress."

Hearing the man's words, An Muran finally came to her senses. She pouted with some dissatisfaction and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I, I just got in the wrong car."

The man obviously did not believe the woman's words and looked at her calmly with his arms crossed.

To be honest, although the woman had heavy makeup on her face, her makeup did not reveal her advantages at all. On the contrary, it magnified her shortcomings infinitely, which was really ugly. However, her figure was very good, and her career line was obvious. The lines wrapped under the tube top and wedding dress were partly hidden and partly visible.

The man couldn't help looking at her for a while.

Realizing that the man's eyes were fixed on the place where he shouldn't have stopped, An Muran felt a heat on his face. He immediately glared at the man in front of him and growled in a low voice, "Rogue!" After that, he got out of the car and ran away.

But before he could open the door, the door was automatically locked.

An Muran's heart skipped a beat, and he covered his chest in a panic. "What do you want to do?"

"What, are you playing cat and mouse with me?" The corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised, but his eyes were cold.

"No, I didn't. I really got the wrong car!" An Muran rolled his eyes. "Is all the good-looking men so narcissistic?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her chin suddenly tightened, and a long and white hand had squeezed her chin tightly. The man looked at her face seriously for a while and said, "Well, your appearance is very in line with the requirements of my family's elders. Since you are so sincere to wear a wedding dress, then I will be merciful to marry you."