CEO’s Prisoned Love - C88

The Ark Hotel was decorated with lanterns and decorations, and the wedding shrine built by the first-class wedding celebration company was romantic and luxurious, like a fairy tale. On the large and small posters, the bride and groom were a perfect couple, like a pair of wall people.

At the 100 tables, business celebrities gathered to deliver thick red packets. Xia Yinglan was grinning from ear to ear. Even though she was exhausted, the smile in her eyes never faded.

Mang Qinghui was standing on the balcony. She was dressed in a dignified and elegant evening dress. She wore a red flower on her chest. The golden words “groom” were dazzling. His expression was as calm as water, one could not tell if he was happy or sad.

Looking past the skyscrapers in the city, one could faintly see the signature building of the weirdly created storyline. Mai Qinghui gazed at it fixedly, as if he wanted to see its interior.

Fu Siya, who was wearing a wedding dress and dressed brilliantly, walked over leisurely. When she saw Mei Qinghui’s dazed appearance, a wave of hidden pain passed through her heart.

Even today, on a day of great joy, he wouldn’t let her be happy? “You don’t even want to play the role of the” groom “?” “No matter what you do to me in the future, can you play your part after the wedding ceremony?”

Mei Qinghui slowly turned his head, only to see a woman shining in the sunlight. She was dreamy and beautiful like that. How many times had the Xiang Ling in his dreams been made up like this? The sound of “Xiang Ling” almost burst out of his mouth, but he held back the moment he smelled the strong fragrance of the perfume.

Of course, this wasn’t Xiang Ling. She never knew how to spray perfume. She only used a perfume bag made from gardenia and wrapped it around her clothes, which had a faint and shallow fragrance to them.

“Don’t worry, I will put my all into acting the role that I should play in front of the public.” Mei Qinghui didn’t even glance at Fu Siya as he walked past her.

At 12 o’clock, the wedding officially began. The band played the romantic and noble “Wedding March.” Two teams of flower girls ran slowly on the red carpet with flower baskets in their hands, pink rose petals falling as they waved their hands.

Mang Qinghui held Fu Siya’s arm with a light and warm smile. Accompanied by the bridesmaid’s groomsman, they walked step by step towards the altar. Fu Siya’s heart ached even more when she turned around and saw his natural smile.

Back then, it was because of his gentle and shallow smile that her soul had been captivated. Step by step, she was unable to extricate herself from the trap.

The host asked in a low voice, “Mr. Mei Qinghui, are you …”

Mi Qinghui didn’t listen to what she was saying at all. He only replied, “I’m willing.”

Then, Fu Siya also replied, “I’m willing.”

His “I will” was just an act, her “I will” was sincere.

Four carat diamond ring put on ring finger, bright light threatening. A ring, a life. Fu Siya bit her lips and did her best to hold back the tears that welled up in her eyes.

The audience gave a warm round of applause and congratulations. How many people envied her for marrying a good husband, and only she knew that it was a cup of bitter coffee, and that she had to swallow it one mouthful at a time.

Table after table of toasts swept across every guest. It was not Gu Xiangling who did not have a single one. After walking around every table, she didn’t see that dreamy face.

Gu Xiangling, she didn’t come. She didn’t come at all.

It was all in vain that he cared about her. She had already left him no longer.

Another glass of wine fell into his stomach. Even after drinking so much, he still couldn’t get rid of his sorrow.

As the wine entered his stomach, it turned into tears for love.

At the end of the wedding banquet, Mei Qinghui was drunk. The guests teased, “Ai, it’s the first time seeing a groom drunk at a wedding. How are we going to get a wedding tonight?”

Fu Siya understood that Mei Qinghui had done this on purpose, using it to avoid his wedding night with her.

Fantastic storyline:

With a solemn expression, Ou Shihao walked into the CEO’s office. After a few minutes of hesitation, he finally shouted, “Chief Song, is the Madam coming over today?”

Song Ming’s sword instantly thought of an angle and his face darkened as he asked: “Do you miss her?”

“No, no.” Ou Shihao quickly explained the purpose of his visit. He was not in the mood to joke around with Song Mingjian. There’s a girl who wants to see you. ”

“No!” Song Mingjian picked up a newspaper and crumpled it into a ball before throwing it at him. You want me to go home and kneel on the keyboard huh? ”

Ou Shihao lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that others would hear him, and said softly: “Yes, six …” “Snow Moon.”

“Zhao Xin’er?” Song Ming’s sword-like eyebrows twitched a few times, and his memories slowly returned to normal. He hadn’t heard her name in a long time, so how long had it been since he last saw her? It had been too long, he couldn’t remember.

As Ou Shihao saw Song Mingjian’s expression change, he wanted to persuade him, but he held himself back. The matters of the heart were too complicated, how could an outsider like him interfere? When Zhao Xin’er left, Song Mingjian was depressed for a while.

After all, that was an unforgettable first love, and if he said something bad about her, it would be hard to protect Song Mingjian from revulsion.

A complicated look flashed through Song Ming’s eyes, but his voice was flat as he said, “Tell her, I’m busy right now, we’ll talk about it when we have time.”

“Alright!” Ou Shihao nodded hastily. In the end, the boss was still a good man, so he wouldn’t get entangled with his old love.

Zhao Xin’er stood at the entrance of the company, looking sad and frail. He muttered repeatedly, “He won’t see me? He won’t see me? ”

A faint feeling of disgust arose in Ou Shihao’s heart. After so many years, Zhao Xin`er was still the same, fragile and sensitive. After all, he was already twenty-nine years old, so how could he have the qualifications to act so pitiful?

“Miss Zhao, Director Song is very busy at work and did not have the time to accompany you. “Yin.” When Ou Shihao said this, his tone was laced with contempt.

Back then, when Song Ming was extremely busy with his sword work, Zhao Xin’er did not know what was good for his and called him to harass him. Several times when Song Mingjian was too busy to answer the phone, she came to him with tears in his eyes, saying in tears that Song Mingjian did not love her.

“Oh, okay.” Zhao Xin’er was about to leave. Just as she took a few steps, her body suddenly swayed and fell limply to the ground.

Ou Shihao was dumbstruck. God, what a woman. She fainted at every turn. He didn’t want to bother with her, but this was the entrance to the company, and people were coming and going, and customers could come at any time. She just lay there.

He could only report to Song Mingjian that Zhao Xin’er had fainted.

“Bring her up here.” Song Mingjian only said these four words and signed his name on the contract somewhat irritably. If the person who fainted downstairs was Gu Xiangling, he would immediately run downstairs and personally carry her.

Ou Shihao picked up Zhao Xin`er and felt that she was as light as a swallow. Looking at her pale face, it was clear that she was sick. The disgust he felt towards her also lessened a bit. This woman was really pitiful.