The holy wedding dress was like a shackles, which made Shen Qingge almost unable to breathe. In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, she looked at herself in the mirror with exquisite makeup and desolate eyebrows, and felt that this was an extremely absurd mime.
"Sister, I shortened this wedding dress by two inches. It's still a bit long for you." Half-sister Shen Yurou's voice came from behind, with undisguised scorn, "But it's just a formality anyway. Brother Hanchen... Well, please be more patient."
Shen Qingge didn't look back, and her fingertips gently brushed the cold diamonds on her skirt. This limited edition Valentino wedding dress was chosen over and over again by Shen Yurou, but now it looks like an out-of-date fake when she wears it.
Just like the person she is.
The phone vibrated, it was Shen Yurou's. She picked up and her tone was so sweet that she said, "Mom! Well, I'm almost at the airport. The background of the snowy mountains in Switzerland must be super beautiful... Don't worry, Tingyuan
"Bang! "The door was roughly pushed open, and Su Yurou, wearing an exquisite high-end wedding dress, walked in on high heels, with undisguised sarcasm and pride on her face.
"Sister, oh no, Lin Weiguang. " She walked around Lin Weiguang, her eyes like looking at a cheap product, "This suit suits you quite well, it's rustic. Being able to marry into the Lu family for your sister and me is a blessing that you have cultivated in several lifetimes, although... Haha, you are a living king of hell who has killed three fiancées. "
She leaned forward and lowered her voice, but her tone was as vicious as a snake's letter: "When you get to the Lu family, be your quail and don't embarrass our Su family. If I dare to reveal even a little bit about you,
