Huo Beiting and Huo Yuanlu looked at Huo Zhen at the same time, their eyes fixed on the old man. After a long time, Huo Zhen spoke and proposed a solution.
"In my opinion, tomorrow's wedding will go on as normal, but..."
After he finished speaking, Huo Yuanlu's face suddenly darkened.
The next day, the wedding went on as normal. Until Sister Yao put the priceless antique crown on her, Yan Qing had no idea what was in the express box yesterday.
As time went by, her curiosity not only did not diminish, but it grew even more.
Through the dressing mirror in front of her, Yan Qing looked at Song Xuening behind her and asked her, "Xuening, tell me...what was in that box yesterday?"
Song Xue Ning, who was browsing the trending searches, paused and quickly covered it up calmly. She licked her lips and tried every possible way to perfunctorily answer the other party.
"Maybe your suitor is not willing to let you get married like this, so he sent it to you to make things difficult for you, right?"
She said it as if it were true, and she sighed deeply after she finished speaking, as if she was really speaking up for the non-existent suitor.
Yan Qing was amused by her and thought that Song Xue Ning was just like him and didn't know the secret hidden in the box.
But only Song Xuening knew in her heart, how could she not know what was inside...
Yesterday, she received a picture and text message from Huo Beiting, which contained a voodoo doll that cursed Yan Qing to die a bad death!
That damn bitch, don't let Song Xue Ning know who she is!
It's 2020 already, and you're still using the tricks of stabbing little people in palace fighting dramas. What kind of skill is that?
Can't you come up with some new things and methods?
Song Xuening complained silently in her heart, and suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Yan Qing, "Is Huo Yuanlu coming to the Yan family today?"
Her mind also suddenly tensed up, and at this moment, all she could think of was the image of the big man with a red face. When she thought of it, she wanted to laugh.
Yan Qing chuckled, stood up, walked over to Song Xuening, pinched her nose, and said, "Hey, our Assistant Song, Sister Song, why did you suddenly think of my brother-in-law?"
"Stop teasing me, I'm just asking."
Song Xue Ning turned her face away. After a while, she turned her head back and said proudly, "Tell me quickly. I just want to know if he will come."
"Well...I don't know either."
As Yan Qing spoke, he looked at Song Xuening with a smile, which made Song Xuening always have a bad premonition that Yan Qing would say something that would make her blush.
"Shut up, shut up, I don't want to listen, you bastard."
Song Xuening was muttering, and before she could cover her ears, she heard Yan Qing say, "Well, let me make a phone call."
"What?"
"Nothing. I just called my dear brother-in-law and asked him, 'Assistant Song missed you. Can you come over today?' Is that okay with you?"
Song Xue Ning smiled helplessly. Xiao Yan really didn't let her down!
When she saw Yan Qing pretending to pick up the phone to make a call, she suddenly became anxious and waved her hands quickly: "Boss Yan! If you do this again, I will be angry!"
Seeing that Yan Qing was unmoved, Song Xue Ning was about to cry.
"Come on! I'll take care of all the work during your honeymoon, isn't that enough? Just wait until you get back to the company to sign!"
After she finished speaking, Yan Qing put the phone back on the table with a smile, and added in a cute way: "I just wanted to tease you, who knew you would be so nice to me..."
Song Xue Ning just wanted to call and ask, if she killed her own boss in self-defense, could she get less years in prison?
The two girls were joking in the room, and Yan Qing's pre-marital anxiety was reduced a lot.
Father Yan was busy greeting the guests invited by the Yan family. During this time, he went to Yan Qing's room to take a few looks out of concern. Seeing that the two girls were having a lot of fun, he didn't say anything.
Father Yan may be the one with the most complicated emotions among everyone today.
He had just received a call from Huo Zhen this morning and learned that the Huo and Yan families had received two voodoo dolls in a row to curse Yan Qing.
As the biological father of the victim, he was naturally extremely anxious. On the one hand, he wanted to make sure whether Mr. Huo had any way to protect his daughter who was about to marry into the Huo family.
On the other hand, Yan's father was also anxious to add security to the Yan family to ensure that nothing would happen to his daughter at her parents' home.
It is unlucky for something to happen on the wedding day, no matter how big or small.
Father Yan looked at Yan Qing many times. Although his daughter and Song Xuening were talking and laughing in the room, safe and sound, he was still worried...
"Mr. Yan, congratulations."
"Yes, Mr. Yan, Ms. Yan is getting married, and she's marrying into the Huo family. Now you can rest assured, right?"
Father Yan had a lot of troubles to express. He saw that there were many more security guards in the Yan family's hall. He forced himself to smile and greet the guests, saying, "That's right. I just hope that Beiting and his family can give me a grandson soon."
The pot-bellied boss who had just spoken to him complimented him with a smile, "Mr. Huo has been in very good health these past two years. He's been looking forward to having a great-grandson even more than you are!"
As everyone started talking, Father Yan saw that there was no movement upstairs, and his anxiety gradually dissipated.
"Hey! The Huo family's convoy is here!"
I don’t know who shouted in the living room. When everyone heard the news, they all went to the door to see. Sure enough, a series of luxury cars came one after another. It felt like bundles of banknotes were driving on the road.
After confirming that the Huo family's wedding procession had indeed arrived, the Yan family's relatives and guests became excited, and Yan's father couldn't help but feel a little excited as well.
A row of white luxury cars stopped one after another in the Yan family's yard. Yan Qing stood at the window on the second floor, quietly lifted a corner of the curtain and looked down.
Seeing the bouquets of flowers decorating the hood of the leading car, all of which were her favorite colors and combinations, she smiled sweetly, and then tears slid down her cheeks.
Seeing this, Song Xuening, who was standing nearby, hurried over with a tissue.
"My dear little aunt, don't cry, don't cry. Your makeup has all been ruined." Song Xue Ning wiped her tears while glancing out the window. When she saw the wedding procession, she understood. "I was worried for nothing. It turns out that our Xiao Yan was moved to tears."
As soon as she finished speaking, the people who looked like bridesmaids standing in the room all covered their mouths and laughed.
These people were single girls of the same generation as Yan Qing in the Yan family. They were all arranged by Yan's father. Yan Qing didn't ask much, nor did he worry about it.
Yan Qing nodded. Although her tears were wiped away by the tissue handed to her by Song Xue Ning, the smile on her face became more and more intense as her heart pounded.
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