In the crowd, Song Qingyou was talking to an elder, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Lin Niao Niao.

Ordinarily, at this time, she should be putting on makeup and waiting for the wedding ceremony to be held later.

But she came in a dress, with a warm look as if the two were old friends reunited after a long separation, "Miss Song, it's really you! Why are you here? I thought you resented me and wouldn't come.

"

If the ex and the current person appear in the same space, usually something will happen.

Although many people around him did not come over, they all pricked up their ears for gossip.

Compared to Lin Niaoniao's over-enthusiasm, Song Qingyou still looked calm and unfazed. She spoke in a slow and slow manner, and was just enough for the people around her to hear her.

"Ms. Lin is joking. You specially asked someone to come to my door to send me an invitation. I can see that you really want me to come to your and Mr. Fu's wedding. If I don't come, I'm afraid others will say that I'm a petty person. I work all day long.

I can’t get along with my ex-husband’s current wife.”

She clearly meant something in her words, and everyone couldn't help but look at Lin Niao Niao.

Good guy, my mistress has no shame in being a high-ranking mistress, and even comes to provoke me, thinking that people don’t dare to come.

Looking at this situation, Song Qingyou seemed to have already looked away. It was the newly promoted Mrs. Fu who was stalking her husband's ex and engaging in female competition for a man.

Lin Niao's eyelids twitched, suppressing the anger in his heart, staring at Song Qingyou, biting his molar teeth and said with a smile: "Miss Song, I really hope you come. If you hadn't voluntarily withdrawn, I and I

Ting Shen can't break up and get back together again. So, in order to thank Miss Song for your success, I have specially prepared a big gift for you today."

Song Qingyou's eyebrows were light, and there was a gentle smile on her lips, "I also have a gift to give you."

Lin Niao said: "As long as you can come, there is no need to bring special gifts."

"Yes." Song Qingyou covered her lips and coughed twice, "After all, today is your special day."

The two looked at each other. Lin Niao Niao wanted to say something, but was called away.

He said it was an auspicious time and asked her to go back and change clothes.

Lin Niao brushed the hair away from her ears and said with a soft smile: "I'm leaving first. Miss Song, please don't leave in a hurry."

Song Qingyou: "Don't worry, thanks to the many times you took care of me in the past, I will stay with you until the end today."

Lin Niao chuckled: "That's the best."

She turned around with a warm smile, and as soon as she reached a deserted place, the smile on her face disappeared.

He turned around and glanced sinisterly in the direction of Song Qingyou before leaving.

"Qingyou, I see that Lin Niaoniao doesn't have good intentions, so you should be careful about her."

An elder who had a good impression of Song Qingyou persuaded her in a low voice. Lin Niaoniao was not a good person at first glance, and Song Qingyou had such a gentle and soft temper. After all, this was the territory of the Fu family. It was hard to say whether she would be

Bully.

Song Qingyou smiled sincerely at the other party: "It's okay, auntie."

Seeing that she didn't take it seriously, the other party stopped trying to persuade her.

Song Qingyou didn't like to stay in crowded places, and most of the people who came today were people who were close friends with the Fu family. She, Fu Tingshen's ex-wife, would always attract attention and controversy if she showed up at the wedding of her ex-husband and her current wife.

She simply found a corner and sat down, enjoying the peace and quiet.

As soon as I sat down, there was a commotion at the entrance.

Song Qingyou was chatting with Yan Miao on the mobile phone. She just mentioned that she was invited to attend her ex-husband's wedding. When she heard the noise, she subconsciously raised her eyes and looked over...

Eat immediately.

Fu Wenzhou wore a haute couture dress and his hair was carefully taken care of, making him look a little more serious than usual.

He stood right under a beam of the brightest light, and the moment he appeared, the people around him seemed to have lost all color.

Became the most eye-catching focus among the crowd.

A few meters away from the crowd, the moment Song Qingyou looked over, he seemed to be aware of it and looked over.

Their eyes met in the air, and the man with a cold expression smiled at her from afar.

The smile was very light, but the corners of the lips were slightly raised, and the dark eyes were filled with light. However, at this moment, Song Qingyou seemed to be hit by something invisible, and something exploded in her heart.

At this moment, a word suddenly popped into her mind: Zhilan Yushu.

Fu Wenzhou, who has carefully tidied up, can definitely bear these four words.

When he saw her, Fu Wenzhou abandoned everyone and walked towards her as if there was no one else around.

Song Qingyou felt a chill in her heart and subconsciously wanted to avoid him.

At this moment, the lights on the stage suddenly changed. The emcee walked onto the stage and attracted everyone's attention as soon as he made a sound.

Song Qingyou took the opportunity to change places.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, the light above his head dimmed, and then Fu Wenzhou appeared next to him.

He seemed a little aggrieved: "What are you hiding from when you see me?"

Song Qingyou: "...There are many people, so don't mess around."

She was really afraid that Fu Wenzhou would go crazy here.

Fu Wenzhou laughed, sat down next to her, and put his arms on the back of her chair. At first glance, he seemed to be encircling her whole body in his arms.

"I won't mess around, I promise."

Hearing what he said, Song Qingyou gave him a strange look.

I suspect the sun will rise in the west today.

Why did this person suddenly become honest?

Before his thoughts fell, Fu Wenzhou came over to her ear, almost touching her earlobe and said, "You are so beautiful today."

His tone was smiling, slightly tinged with an indescribable hoarseness, and his moist and hot breath swept across her sensitive earlobes, and spread to Song Qingyou's limbs like an electric shock.

Her fingers seemed to be numb and she curled up subconsciously.

Then I heard him say: "I want to see you dressed up beautifully, but I also want you to dress up just for me to see. Youyou, what do you think I should do?"

His lips pressed against her earlobe, with a somewhat deliberate teasing.

Song Qingyou's heart trembled and she hurriedly pushed the person away: "Fu Wenzhou!"

Fu Wenzhou followed her strength and sat up straight. He smiled and looked at her embarrassed face fondly, feeling a little proud.

On the stage, the master of ceremonies just invited Fu Tingshen to the stage.

On the splendidly decorated high platform, Fu Tingshen, who had been carefully dressed, looked very handsome.

Putting aside everything else, objectively speaking, Fu Tingshen is pretty good-looking. There was some reason why he agreed to the marriage in the first place.

However, he has a nice face, but he is blind and likes Lin Niaoniao.

Speaking of which, the two really look like a couple, and their personalities are a perfect match.

They deserve to be together.

Thinking of this, Song Qingyou's lips curled up into a smile, and she sincerely wished the two of them a lifetime together.

Someone suddenly pinched her chin, and she was stunned for a moment, and then Fu Wenzhou's handsome face occupied her entire sight.

No matter how good-looking a person is, they become a little deformed when you get close.

She blinked slightly, confused.

She reached out and wanted to slap his hand away: "Don't make trouble."

Listen carefully, and there is a hint of connivance in his tone.

Fu Wenzhou is a good person, so he naturally noticed it.

He pressed closer and asked, "Is Fu Tingshen good-looking?"

Fu Tingshen on the stage happened to be smiling slightly, and many women below looked at him with regret. Song Qingyou's eyebrows jumped, "It's not bad."

"It's okay, does it look good or not?" Fu Wenzhou has a tendency to break the casserole and ask the question.

Song Qingyou glanced at him, paused deliberately, and said, "It looks good."

Hearing this, Fu Wenzhou's eyes flashed and he leaned closer: "How about comparing with me?"

Song Qingyou was forced to breathe hard and said perfunctorily: "Stand up and let me take a look."

Fu Wenzhou stood up decisively, looking at her intently with a slight smile on his lips. He was so focused that it was as if he didn't pay attention to anything else. She was the only one in his heart and eyes at this time.

Touching his line of sight, Song Qingyou seemed to be burned. She quickly and perfunctorily said, "You look good," and then looked away.

Although she looked calm on the surface, only she knew how fast her heart was beating and how panicked she was.

Fu Wenzhou obviously didn't care whether her words were true or false. He curled his lips and smiled, and said in a seemingly true and false way: "It's rare that you compliment me on my good looks. It's not in vain for me to toss for several hours."

Song Qingyou glanced at him again.

She said why he seemed different today, and it turned out that he was really well dressed.

She looked at the man's childish comparison speechlessly, like a peacock with its tail spread.

The object of comparison is obviously Fu Tingshen on the stage.

Many people were already looking this way. Song Qingyou reluctantly pulled the man's clothes and asked him to sit down: "Stop showing off, sit down quickly. Do you want others to look at the groom or you?"

Fu Wenzhou sat down and crossed his long legs, lazily like a lion with its claws restrained, and said lazily: "Others can look at whoever they want, but you can only look at me."

Song Qingyou: "..."
Chapter completed!