Chapter 802 Don’t Think About Other Men

Long Jiuyan stared at Bai Zhi, saw her troubled expression, lowered his eyebrows and warned: "Don't think about other men, you are mine."

you are mine--

She had heard the same words from another man countless times, gentle, domineering, and even warning. Bai Zhi's heart panicked countless times, but she didn't know why, when she faced Long Jiuyan, she didn't have what she expected. That throb.

Could it be that she had danced too much? She pursed her lips, and a layer of bitterness spread in her mouth.

Long Jiuyan looked at Bai Zhi's silent look and found that her eyes were cold and indifferent, which was the last thing he wanted to see. This means that she is thinking calmly and is not panicking at all.

Obviously, she didn't take him to heart.

Long Jiuyan knew that he couldn't push her into a hurry now. Today was Lu Juefeng's wedding. As long as today was over, everything would be easy to handle in the future. He kept reminding himself and waited for a few seconds before saying: "Let's go to the next place."

Bai Zhi nodded, "It's almost dinner time, let's go have a vegetarian meal."

"Um."

Long Jiuyan held Bai Zhi's hand and walked under the old elm tree. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over.

The prayer bag on the old tree was blown by the wind. From time to time, the unstable lucky bags are blown down by the wind.

snap——

Bai Zhi's head was lightly hit by a lucky bag. She subconsciously reached out and grabbed the lucky bag.

The lucky bag rolled down her arm. It must have been thrown up for some time, and the color on it turned light red. The lucky bag fell at her feet, and the silk thread at the mouth of the bag came loose, revealing part of the note inside.

Bai Zhi picked up the lucky bag and prepared to stuff the note back, tie the silk thread again and let Long Jiuyan throw it back.

She glanced at the note, and through the thin, almost transparent note, she found that the handwriting on the note looked familiar.

After another look, her expression suddenly froze.

Her heart contracted tightly, resisting the suffocating feeling, and fully unfolded the note. A familiar feeling came over me.

The graceful handwriting on the note exuded a sense of strength. With each stroke, she could even tell that the owner of the words had the intelligence to turn everything into ashes while talking and laughing.

Bai Zhi didn't want to blame Lu Juefeng, but she couldn't think of anyone else in the world who would write her name in such flying handwriting.

She stared at the note in her hand, her hands trembling slightly, shock and astonishment welling up in her heart, and the line of words in front of her eyes gradually blurred.

Long Jiuyan looked at Bai Zhi picking up the lucky bag and standing there, a little confused, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he came over to take a look, Bai Zhi quickly put the note away and stuffed it into the small bag she was carrying, "It's nothing."

"What are you hiding?" Long Jiuyan glared at Bai Zhi displeasedly and stretched out his hand to grab the bag.

Bai Zhi left first and almost ran into the women's bathroom not far away. That's faster than a frightened rabbit.

Long Jiuyan frowned. If he had read correctly, Bai Zhi should be crying.

Just reading the note actually brought tears to her eyes. Long Jiuyan followed him with a sullen face and strode forward.

Bai Zhi walked into the bathroom stall and locked the door with her backhand. She immediately pulled out the note from her bag, and when she saw the content on it again, tears burst into her eyes.

She covered her mouth, tears falling on her hands, and soon the back of her hands were covered with tears.

"Angelica dahurica:

From now on, we are divided into two places, each keeping safe.

"Lu Juefeng"

Her eyes fell on the final signature, and she didn't even have the chance to deceive herself.

When did Lu Juefeng come here? What was he thinking when he wrote this sentence? Searching for the handwriting on the note with almost greedy eyes, trying to decipher his state of mind.

He wrote the word "Bai Zhi" so hard that he almost scratched the note. Her eyes fell on the last two words of peace.

No matter how many blessings she received, they were not as important as peace. The tears that she had finally stopped burst into tears again.

Thinking that today was his wedding, Bai Zhi smiled bitterly.

God was so timely, using this wonderful way to inform her on this special day: You and Lu Juefeng will never be together again.

*

At the same time, the top Evian Hotel in Jiangcheng ushered in the grandest wedding of the wealthy Lu family.

Luxury cars drove in pairs toward the Evian Hotel. The media stood at the door of the hotel and set up their cameras steadily.

From time to time, senior figures from all walks of life, including the military, government, and businessmen, appeared. The reporters carefully controlled the flash, fearing that their equipment would accidentally shine into the eyes of these people who stood at the top of the food chain.

The soft red carpet was laid all the way to the interior of the hotel, and the concierge staff provided timely guidance. Everything was so orderly.

The main color of the wedding scene was light gold, and the overall feeling was luxurious and bright but not too exaggerated.

In the auditorium, which can accommodate thousands of people, there are dozens of dining tables placed. The tables are arranged loosely but not cluttered. From the placement of flowers to the tableware, everything is strictly controlled by professionals.

The waiters, both male and female, are all tall and have outstanding temperament.

Lu Zhenglin was standing in a black suit with a serious expression, but it could be seen that there was a smile in his eyes than usual.

Xu Wanning stood next to him, wearing a purple velvet cheongsam. Her hair was pulled up and fixed with pearl hair accessories. She also wore matching Dongzhu jewelry on her ears, neck, and hands. Although she is middle-aged, her movements are elegant and graceful, and she plays the role of a wealthy lady to the fullest.

"Hello, Mrs. Li, welcome."

"Mrs. Chen, long time no see."

With a smile on her face, she accurately identified the family to which each wealthy lady belonged, and gave her cordial greetings.

Mr. Lu was wearing a festive golden-red Tang suit, his gray beard had been trimmed, and the dragon-headed cane on his hand had also been trimmed.

Almost all the guests present came to report in front of him. He sat closest to the stage with a kind smile, like a mascot. To everyone who congratulated me, I replied, "Thank you very much. Please take a seat."

Although it was a stereotyped answer, everyone's face was filled with honor. Mr. Lu has been reclusive in recent years. If it weren't for his grandson's wedding, he would never show up. It is also an honor to be able to say a word to the old man.

In fact, this wedding is a social event.

Lu Jueyun rarely wore a formal suit in a serious manner. Although his right arm was still hanging in front of him, his handsome face was still intact.

At this time, he was taking a square step and was responsible for greeting the younger generation of the wealthy family.

Cheng Yanzhi came relatively late and saw Lu Jueyun's disabled arm with a look of distress on his face, "Jueyun, you're fine, why did you lose your arm?"

Lu Jueyun's eyes squinted and he gritted his teeth, "Cheng Pangpang, please don't say such unlucky words on my brother's happy day."