Fu Shao's favorite treasure: madam, don't run away

"Help, help, let me out."

Until midnight, An Qiao yelled in the room until she was hoarse and no one paid any attention to her. There was no sound in the corridor outside, and there were bodyguards guarding her window on the lawn.

Both eyes were red and bloodshot, and An Qiao was in a panic.

No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out why.

The wedding dress was cut into rags and scattered on the ground, the moonlight penetrated, and the scissors on the floor reflected the silver light. An Qiao sat on the ground, shouting for an unknown amount of time until she was exhausted before closing her eyes.

Outside the house, Aunt Mao kept watch, listening to An Qiao's voice from loud to silent.

Aunt Mao turned around and left when there was no sound in the room, her steps were light and she dared not make a sound.

The next day, the sun was shining, and the dappled sunlight bathed the grass on the lawn, making it green. There were many wedding cars parked outside An's house, and An Hang was the leader.

Anfu was wearing a pink dress and pink shoes. She looked mature and beautiful, and her face was also marked. If she was not said to be An Qiao's mother, most people would think that she was An Qiao's sister.

When Anfu saw An Hang, she still didn't dare to look directly at his face, that face was uglier than a monster, and her height was like a child's.

Looking at her more often, she felt like she was going to have a nightmare at night.

Anfu was courageous, and smiled with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Xiaohang, you are here, it's not time to welcome the bride yet."

"Anyway, sooner or later, we have to go through the door. Why bother about such a moment, do you think so, mom, grandma is already waiting at the wedding scene, do you mind the auspicious time or do you want grandma to wait on purpose?"

The sharp and hateful eyes fell on Anfu, and Anfu was taken aback: "Auspicious time is just for saving face, of course, you can't let your grandma wait, you sit for a while and I go to see Qiao Qiao Are you ready, Aunt Mao, pour a cup of tea for the young master."

Anfu shouted, and Aunt Mao came up slowly with tea, and put the tea in front of An Hang, An Hang looked at the color of the tea: "I am a poor boy who lives in the deep alley and port, and I am not used to these precious teas. , replace it with boiled water."

An Hang sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, as if he was the owner of the place.

Aunt Mao glanced at him. This was the first time she saw An Hang. She had only heard about it from the old lady and An Fu before, but she never thought that he would look like this.

"What are you still doing here? Don't hurry up."

An Hang said arrogantly, kicked his feet, and the table was pushed to an angle. Aunt Mao was startled, and shrank her neck: "Yes."

This person is not easy to mess with.

It reminded her of Mrs. An when she was young, just as arrogant as she was when she was young.

An Hang is like a ruffian and doesn't feel that he is an outsider at all.

In the room, two servants grabbed An Qiao's hands: "I won't wear it, I won't wear it!"

An Qiao struggled desperately, she had no way out when she put on this wedding dress and went out.

"Mom, let me go, I don't want to marry him."

When An Qiao saw Anfu, it was like seeing a life-saving straw. They were mother and daughter. Anfu doted on her very much in the past. If she acted like a baby, Anfu would agree to whatever she said.

"Qiao Qiao, Mom knows you don't want to marry him, and Mom also knows you are suffering."

An Fu looked kindly, and An Qiao felt hopeful: "Mom, I knew you were the best for me. Hurry up and let them loose."

An Qiao said, the servants looked at Anfu, waiting for Anfu to give an order.

The entire An family knew that An Qiao was about to marry a poor boy and it was an ugly thing, and the servants who were jealous of An Qiao's wealth and popularity instantly sympathized with her.

"But just this time, this time you listen to your mother, marry him, you are still my mother's treasure, and my mother will double compensate you, okay?"

Anfu was talking obsessively, and imagined that as long as An Qiao was used to restrain An Hang, she would be able to have everything in the An family.

"If you say you don't like it, don't take it out on the wedding dress. This is the designer you chose yourself, and the style you like, but it doesn't matter. Mom has prepared other wedding dresses for you. I have already guarded against such a situation, so I secretly chose one. There is also a bow you like, and you will be the most beautiful bride when you wear it."

Anfu smiled, took the wedding dress from the servant and put it on for An Qiao herself.

An Qiao looked shocked, Anfu is very strange to her now, no, this is not her mother, her mother would not treat her like this.

As the people around watched, An Qiao also forgot how she put on the wedding dress, her hands and feet were tied, and the bodyguards carried her downstairs.

An Hang looked at this scene, his face darkened.

"This is Miss An's family. You carry her like this, but it makes people feel that I am buying and selling her by force. Hurry up and let her go."

An Hang said angrily that the word "Miss" seemed to be mocking.

Anfu was afraid that An Hang would be angry, and even more afraid that An Hang would come to An Lei and say something.

"You don't have to listen to the young master, and quickly untie and untie."

An Fu ordered those people to put An Qiao down and let go of the rope. An Qiao looked at the red marks on his wrist with an aggrieved expression.

She has never been treated like this.

An Qiao glanced at An Hang, just looking at him made her feel sick.

"take away."

An Hang smiled and walked ahead.

Today he is not wearing the groom's suit made by Ye Ling. The size Anfu gave Ye Ling is 1.8 meters tall. An Qiao just heard that the height of 1.8 meters plus size is just in the range she likes, so she has expectations for her future husband. , the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Surrounded by people, An Qiao was forced into the wedding car.

The wedding car was driving, and those people on the road looked even more curious about who was so lucky to have such a long queue of wedding cars.

The longer the wedding car queue, the richer the person is, and the more important he is to the bride.

In the wedding hall, An Qiao was escorted in. She wore a wedding dress and a veil, and the wedding dress stretched across the floor, which was her least favorite type.

She thought her mother should know her well, but she didn't think she knew her at all.

An Qiao came to her senses, what her mother did before wasn't pampering at all, it was just trying to curry favor with her.

The wedding march sounded, An Lei got up from her chair, her doting eyes no longer fell on An Qiao but on An Hang, as if An Hang was An Lei's relative.

Apart from An Lei, An Fu and a few servants and bodyguards, there were no other guests in the wedding hall.

Before, her mother said that she would make a big publicity about holding a banquet, but she thought it was because she was afraid that those people would be frightened by An Hang, so she didn't do it.

This was the wedding she had been looking forward to.

"You guys are here. I thought An Qiao had run away."

An Lei chuckled and glanced at An Qiao.

"Qiao Qiao has always been very obedient and obedient, she won't run away."

An Fu stepped forward to defend An Qiao, An Lei snorted coldly.

An Qiao was in a daze, what happened in the past two days made her overwhelmed.

Her grandma used to be very nice to her mother, and when they met, she would call Xiaofu and Xiaofu, and the two got along well, but now it's not like that.

Is it all acting...

An Qiao just woke up.

"The godfather is here, and the wedding begins."

The godfather came slowly from the wedding hall, holding the Bible in his hand.

An Lei has been living abroad, and is more used to foreign lifestyles and marriage methods.

An Lei sat back in her seat. She had been waiting for this day for half a year, and finally she was able to take her real grandson back to An's house in a legitimate way.

She can rest assured that everything about the An family falls into the hands of her own family.

"lady."

A servant whispered a few words into Anfu's ear, Anfu's face was ugly, seeing that An Lei's attention was on An Hang, she moved back and left slowly.

Outside the hall, Ye Ling wanted to go in but was stopped by bodyguards.

Ye Ling wondered, she came to An Qiao's wedding today, is this how they treat guests?
And with such a big battle, so many people guarding, why did she find it strange?

I called An Qiao before I came, but no one answered. I don't know what's going on with An Qiao.

Anfu came out with big strides and looked at Ye Ling.

What she regretted the most was holding a reception and asking An Qiao to choose a designer herself. If someone else took the money, nothing else would happen, but Ye Ling just likes to stalk.

"Miss Ye, I have sent someone to transfer the money for the wedding dress to Ye's. You should have nothing to do here."

Anfu stood in front of Ye Ling with a strong aura and refused to let Ye Ling pass.

This was the last step, there was no way she would let anyone disrupt the wedding.

"Madam An, I..."

Ye Ling wanted to explain but before she finished, Anfu went on to say: "If Ms. Ye thinks the money is short, this should be enough, right? If you don't leave, I will send someone to Fu's to complain about you." .”

Anfu threatened that An Qiao and An Hang would come out after the wedding. An Qiao could not let An Qiao see Ye Ling, nor could Ye Ling stop the marriage.

Anfu stuffed the check into Ye Ling's hand. Ye Ling saw that the amount was astonishingly large. She didn't expect the An family to spend so much money.

"Then thank you Mrs. An, but I didn't come here today to ask for money. Ms. An Qiao invited me to the wedding. The guards are so strict. Did something happen?"

Ye Ling looked around and asked curiously, Anfu clenched her hands tightly, pretending to be calm, but her hands were trembling slightly.

Everything was in Ye Ling's eyes.

The more this happened, the more strange she felt.

"It has nothing to do with you, come and drive her out."

Anfu regained her tough momentum, Ye Ling looked at the vicious bodyguards and took a step back.

"Today is Miss An Qiao's wedding. If something goes wrong, it will be bad luck. This is not Mrs. An's territory. Why can't I go in? Is something wrong with An Qiao?"

Ye Ling is not afraid, this place is a public place, she can come whenever she wants.

"She's fine, don't worry about Miss Ye."

Anfu held her head high and vowed to call Mrs. Fu to complain about Ye Ling.

People like that don't deserve to be designers at all.

"I've always been curious about one thing, about the document in An's study..."

Ye Ling muttered, she thought about this question for two days, but couldn't think of a reason.

When Anfu heard the information, she glared at Ye Ling angrily, wishing she could eat her alive.

"You peeked at that file."

"It's fair and square. The study door was unlocked and I saw it as soon as I entered. Mrs. An should be thankful that it was I who saw it and not Miss An Qiao, otherwise today's marriage would not be possible."

Ye Ling reminded, Anfu squinted her eyes, and her sharp eyes fell on Ye Ling.

"How much do you know?"