Chapter 1032 Mrs. Shang, Here I Come

Chapter 1032 Mrs. Shang, here I come

Shang Yu walked across the aisle and slowly came to Li Qiao.

He has never seen her wearing Xiuhe clothes, nor has she seen him wearing festive red.

The man leaned over, pinched her chin and kissed the tip of her nose, "Mrs. Shang, I'm here."

Li Qiao's eyebrows were picturesque, she touched his cheek, and asked with a light smile, "Why did you get the wrong answer?"

Shang Yu's Adam's apple kept slipping, his forehead pressed against her, his eyes were reddish with emotion, "It won't happen in the future."

The two talked about love with their faces close to each other, but the bridesmaids had long been blocked by the best man and the bride-to-be team.

Li Qiao's shoes were not hidden, they were placed beside the bed.

Shang Yu knelt down on one knee, put on the bridal shoes for her, and then planted a pious kiss on the back of her instep.

At the scene, many people took a deep breath and lamented that the Nanyang overlord bent down and kneeled for Li Qiaokan, which made them even more moved by their love.

At 8:50, Shang Yu hugged Li Qiao and boarded the convoy to pick up the bride, and all her natal family also boarded the car one after another.

At this point, the wedding of the century between Nanyang businessman Shaoyan and the daughter of the Li family, Li Qiao, officially began.

The convoy did not drive to Qiao Mansion immediately, but drove around the city.

Wherever he went, there were flowers and blessings.

In Nanyang City on this day, all three main roads were under martial law, and the whole city was adorned with flowers, escorted by patrol helicopters. The scene was unprecedentedly grand.

All the LED screens in the city broadcast the scene of the caravan parading in real time. It was not until the vehicle drove into the Qiao·Mansion that everyone in Nanyang knew that the entire villa around the island had been renamed. This is the future home of the Nanyang overlord couple.

After arriving at the wedding venue, Li Qiao and the bridesmaids went to the dressing room of the villa.

Before entering the door, Xi Luo teased behind her: "I just said, it is impossible for your Lord Yan to make you regret."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, slightly puzzled, "Huh?"

Xi Luo raised her head towards the door and smiled slightly, "Go in, don't make us wait too long."

The door of the dressing room was pushed open by Kan Yin Mo and Nan Yu, and then a pure white and noble wedding dress came into view.

Li Qiao raised her eyes and looked over, her heart beating slightly faster.

Even the bridesmaids couldn't help exclaiming, pulling Li Qiao to change her clothes quickly.

A white wedding dress represents sincerity and purity.

With a seven-month pregnant belly, Li Qiao put on the wedding dress tailor-made for her by Shang Yu. The pregnant belly was not visible, the skirt was elegant, and the long veil trailed behind her, making her whole body gorgeous.

Duan Shuyuan wept while arranging the wedding dress behind her, besides being moved, she was more happy.

Her baby finally put on the most beautiful wedding dress to marry the man she loves the most.

On the other side, the Qiao Mansion is fully open, with more than 100 tables of banquets placed in the center of the open-air south square, brisk music flowing in the air, and in front of the green lawn, there is a viewing seat.

Zuo Xuan and others in the dark hall and police officers from the Nanyang Police Station were in charge of the security measures for the wedding.

At the entrance of the mansion, the four assistants were welcoming the guests, and the four accountants were sitting together to record the gifts of the guests.

At this time, a man walked slowly from the low-key Phaeton, accompanied by his assistant.

As the two approached, Liu Yun hurriedly stepped forward to greet them, "Hello, Mr. Qin."

This person, the fourth young master of the Qin family in Licheng, Qin Baiyu, was also Qin Si who was recuperating in the old house in Pama.

Qin Baiyu nodded restrainedly, and gave his assistant a look, and the latter immediately presented a small gift, "This is a congratulatory gift from Mr. Qin to Lord Yan. I wish the two newcomers a happy marriage for a hundred years."

Mochizuki led the assistant to Mr. Accountant's desk to register. He looked at the man wearing glasses curiously, "Dude, what's your name?"

"Zhuo Han."

Mochizuki nodded knowingly, opened the card in his hand and looked, "Mr. Qin's viewing seats are in the first row, with seventeen seats."

Zhuo Han thanked, "I will convey it."

Mochizuki patted Zhuo Han's shoulder, and quickly went to greet other guests.

Time flies, and the number of guests is increasing.

The accountant was overwhelmed, and finally the two brothers Wei Ang and Wei Lang had to come forward to fill up the bill.

Not long after, Wei Ang looked at his account book and fell into deep thought.

Yanmeng ABCDEFG...

Twenty-six letters, come twenty-five.

What kind of magical operation is this, who is the other K, why hasn't he come?

Wei Ang poked Wei Lang's arm, and showed him his account book, "Is there no K in Yanmeng?"

Just as Wei Lang was about to speak, Bai Yan happened to pass by the table, dropped a red envelope casually, and said quietly: "I don't even know who your young wife is, so why are you still doing the bookkeeping?"

The two brothers were stunned for no reason, looked up, and yelled, the young son of the Tan family in Myanmar who ran away from home, Tan Bai, the head of the Yan League, Bai Yan.

"What does he mean by saying that?" Wei Ang had an idea that was about to come out, but he found it unbelievable.

Bai Yan... There are not many people on the road who don't know him, and his methods are very bloody.

Wei Lang swallowed, "Young Madam is Yanmeng K?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and were instantly in awe of Li Qiao.

Yanmeng, that used to be a world-renowned underworld organization...

In less than half a minute, Ada Zhou Mengjun arrived with two suitcases.

He handed out the invitation card, which was obviously a guest from Shang Yu's side.

Just as Wei Ang was about to take notes, Meng Jun opened the suitcase twice, "This is for the godfather, and this is for the junior sister."

Ten million dollars in cash to the godfather, and a box of heavy metal machine guns to Li Qiao.

The two brothers are convinced, Nanyang is so heavily guarded, how did you swagger through the city with a box of machine guns?

Holding the brush, Wei Ang looked up at Meng Jun, "Who are you...?"

"Governor of Ida."

Wei Ang took a deep breath, collected himself, and decided to behave calmly, not like an ignorant idiot.

Then, for the next half hour, this conversation came from near the registration desk.

For example: "Excuse me?"

"Minister of Heavy Industry of Myanmar."

Another example: "What's your name?"

"Myanmar is better than Xing Zinan."

Wei Ang looked at Xing Zinan thoughtfully, "Mr. Xing, have we met?"

Xing Zinan was full of evil spirits, his teeth were scraping his lower lip, and he said in a low voice, "You were there on the night when Liao Shan's military arsenal exploded?"

Wei Ang shook his head silently, "No, I'm in the military area."

"Oh." Xing Zinan responded, turned around and walked into the mansion, and sneered angrily, "It's fucking close."

Wei Ang wiped his face, looked down at Xing Zinan's invitation card, "How can Young Madam know such a person?"

They had never heard of Xing Zinan's name, but they knew at a glance that his identity should be shady.

Wei Lang looked at Xing Zinan's direction and pondered for three seconds, then patted his thigh, "Do you still remember that there were two groups of unknown people in Myanmar looking for the young lady?"

"I have an impression."

Wei Lang squinted his eyes and lowered his voice a few degrees, "Is the big guy in the Black Triangle in Myanmar surnamed Xing?"

Wei Ang smiled, "Are you fucking scaring me?"

If people from the black triangle appear in Nanyang, they will attract Interpol in minutes.