Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 1032 Mrs. Shang, I’m here

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

He never saw her wearing Xiuhe clothes, nor did she see 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 eyebrows are picturesque, touched his cheek, and asked with a small smile, “Why did you get the wrong answer?”

Shang Yu’s throat kept sliding, his forehead pressed against her, and the bottom of his eyes reddened from emotion, “It won’t be anymore.”

The two talked to each other, but the bridesmaid group had been blocked by the best man group and the family-receiving team.

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

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

At the scene, many people took a deep breath and sighed that the Nanyang overlord’s act of bending the waist and kneeling for Li Qiaokan was even more moved by their love.

At 8:50, Shang Yu hugged Li Qiao and got into the family caravan, and all the maidens got on the car one after another.

At this point, the century wedding of Nanyang Shang Shaoyan and Li’s daughter Li Qiao officially began.

The motorcade did not drive to Qiao·Mansion for the first time, but drove around the city.

There are flowers and blessings wherever you go.

On this day of Nanyang City, all three main roads are under martial law, the whole city is full of flowers, and the scene is unprecedentedly grand.

All the LED screens in the city broadcasted the scene of the convoy parade in real time until the vehicles drove into the Qiao·Mansion. Everyone in Nanyang knew that the entire villa around the island had been renamed, and this was the future home of the Nanyang overlord couple.

After arriving at the wedding scene, Li Qiao and the bridesmaids went to the dressing room of the single-family villa.

Before entering the door, Shi Luo teased behind her: “I said, it is impossible for you to regret your family Yan Ye.”

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, slightly confused, “Huh?”

Shi Luo raised her head to the door, with a small smile, “Go in, don’t let us wait too long.”

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

Li Qiao raised her eyes and looked over, her heartbeat speeding up slightly.

Even the bridesmaid group could not help but exclaimed, pulling Li Qiao to make her change clothes quickly.

White wedding dresses represent sincerity and purity.

Li Qiao held up her seven-month pregnant belly and put on a wedding dress tailored for her by Shang Yu. The pregnant belly was not visible, the skirt was elegant, and the long veil dangled behind her, full of magnificence.

Duan Shuyuan shed tears while tidying up her wedding dress behind her. In addition to being moved, she was more happy.

Her baby, finally put on the most beautiful wedding dress to marry her favorite man.

On the other side, the Qiao·Mansion is fully open. Over a hundred tables of banquets are placed in the center of the open-air South Plaza. The lively music flows in the air. 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 are in charge of security measures for the wedding.

At the entrance of the mansion, the four assistants were welcoming guests, and the four clerks sat together and recorded the guests’ gifts.

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

As the two approached, Liu Yun hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, “Hello, President Qin.”

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

Qin Baiyu nodded introvertedly, and gave his assistant a look. The latter immediately gave the gift to him, “This is a gift from Mr. Qin to Master Yan. I wish the two newcomers a good relationship for a hundred years.”

Mochizuki led the assistant to Mr. Clerk’s desk to do the registration. He looked at the man wearing glasses with some curiosity, “Man, what’s the name?”

“Zhuo Han.”

Mochizuki nodded clearly, opened his hand card and looked at it, “General Qin’s auditorium is in the first row, with seventeen seats.”

Zhuo Han thanked him, “I will convey it.”

Mochizuki patted Zhuo Han on the shoulder, and soon went to greet other guests.

Time flies, and more and more guests.

Mr. Accountant was too busy, and finally the two brothers Wei Ang and Wei Lang had to step forward to recharge.

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

Yanmeng ABCDEFG…

Twenty-six letters, twenty-five characters came.

What kind of magic operation is this, and who is the other K, why isn’t it coming?

Wei Ang stabbed Wei Lang in the arm and pushed his account book to him, “Is there no K in Yanmeng?”

Wei Lang just about to speak, Bai Yan happened to pass by the table, dropped a red envelope, quietly said: “Even your young lady doesn’t understand who is it, so I am embarrassed to keep accounts?”

The two brothers were inexplicably stunned, looked up, and fucked, the little boy who ran away from the Tan family in Myanmar, Tan Bai, the head of the Yan League, Bai Yan.

“What does he mean by this?” Wei Ang had an idea, but he felt incredible.

Bai Yan… Few people on the road do not know him, and the methods are very bloody.

Wei Lang swallowed, “Young lady is Yanmeng K?”

The two looked at each other a little, and instantly respected Li Qiao.

Yan League, that was once an internationally renowned underworld organization…

In less than half a minute, Meng Jun of Idazhou came with two suitcases.

He handed out the invitation, which was indeed Shang Yu’s guest.

Wei Anggang was about to make a record, Meng Jun opened the suitcase twice, “This is for the godfather, this is for the younger sister.”

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

Both brothers have been served. Nanyang is so heavily guarded, how did you swagger through the market with a box of machine guns?

Wei Ang holding a brush, looking up at Meng Jun, “Who are you…?”

“Governor of Ida State.”

Wei Ang took a deep breath, settled, and decided to act calmly, not like an ignorant turtle.

Then, in the next half an hour, such a conversation came from near the registration desk.

For example: “May I ask who you are?”

“Minister of Heavy Industry of Myanmar.”

Another example: “How do you call it?”

“Myanmar is better than Xing Zinan.”

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

Xing Zinan was full of suffocation, with teeth scraping his lower lip, and said in a low voice: “The night that the Liaoshan Military Armament Depot exploded, were you there?”

Wei Ang shook his head silently, “No, I’m in the military zone.”

“Oh.” Xing Zinan responded, turned and walked into the mansion, sneered, “It’s almost a **** blind.”

Wei Ang wiped his face and looked down at Xing Zinan’s invitation, “How could Mrs. Young know such a person?”

They had never heard of Xing Zinan’s name, but at a glance, they knew that his identity should not be visible.

Wei Lang looked at Xing Zinan’s direction for three seconds, and then he patted his thigh. “Do you remember that two groups of unknown people in Myanmar were looking for Mrs. Young?”

“I have an impression.”

Wei Lang squinted his eyes, his voice lowered a few degrees, “Is the gangster in the black triangle of Burma, whose surname is Xing?”

Wei Ang smiled, “Are you **** scaring me?”

If people from the black triangle appear in Nanyang, Interpol can be attracted within minutes.

(End of this chapter)