After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

"I didn't, I didn't have any intention of harming others. She spilled the wine on me, how could you open your eyes and tell lies and wrong me?" Wen Shiyu burst into tears in aggrieved way.

Wen Shiyu, who has been used to attacking with tears since she was a child, feels that as long as she uses tears, there is no one she can't win.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I accidentally slipped my hand and knocked over the wine glass just now, I apologize to you, don't be sad, I'll take you to exchange gifts, so that you don't catch a cold." Qiao Ran said with a smile.

"Don't apologize to her, it wasn't your fault in the first place, don't get used to her stinking problems, just let her change the dress by herself." Wen Shirun said angrily.

Seeing that Wen Shirun refused to let Qiao Ran accompany her to change the dress, Wen Shiyu said forcefully: "I want her to accompany me to change the dress. She is the host of the wedding banquet and I am the guest, and I don't know where the changing room is , she didn't take me there because she, the master, didn't take good care of her, and couldn't even greet a guest well, so what qualifications does she have to marry our Wen family again?"

Wen Shirun immediately glared at Wen Shiyu and said cruelly: "Is it up to you whether you are qualified or not? I can marry whoever I like. Don't talk nonsense to me. If you talk nonsense, I will sew your mouth shut."

"Okay, Shi Run, today is my father's big wedding day, the wedding is about to start, don't make trouble at this time, I will take Shiyu to change clothes, and I will watch the bride and groom walk the red carpet later." Qiao Ran finished speaking and pulled Wen Shiyu away.

"Sister Ranran, I'll go with you!" Wen Shiyan said worriedly.

"No, you can help me look at the scene, just don't make any trouble, we will be back soon."

On the way Qiao Ran took Wen Shiyu to the changing room, Wen Shiyu kept talking about how to prevent Qiao Ran from succeeding.

"Qiao Ran, don't think that if you have some medical skills and earn some money, I will look at you high. Let me tell you, in my eyes, you are a murderer. If you killed Miss Wan Qing, I will definitely I will catch you and avenge Miss Wanqing." Wen Shiyu said viciously.

Qiao Ran pushed open the door of the changing room, and pushed Wen Shiyu in without tenderness.

"Hurry up and change your clothes. I'll wait for you to find something to avenge your beloved sister Wan Qing."

While Wen Shiyu was looking for clothes, Qiao Ran was sitting on the sofa beside her and flipping through magazines.

Wen Shiyu found a piece of clothing, went into the fitting room, took off the clothes and threw them outside.

"You dirty my clothes, I want you to wash my hands yourself." Wen Shiyu's domineering voice came from the changing room.

"Miss, your 10,000+ gown will be ruined if you wash it with your hands. Don't worry, there are professional gown cleaners here to ensure that when you go home, you will go home with your beloved clean clothes."

As soon as Qiao Ran finished speaking, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Qiao Ran said.

A woman in her 40s, wearing hotel staff clothes, opened the door and walked in with a cart in her hand.

"Hello, miss, I'm here to collect the clothes that the VIP changed!"

Qiao Ran looked at the staff in front of him, pointed at Wen Shiyu's changed clothes, "There..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt dizzy before her eyes. Before falling into darkness, she saw the bloodlust in the woman's eyes.

Qiao Ran was unconscious on the sofa, and a woman walked out of the closet immediately.

The woman looked exactly the same as Qiao Ran, and she easily stuffed Qiao Ran into a dummy hanger.

When Wen Shiyu came out, she saw 'Qiao Ran' put her dress on the dummy hanger and put it in the cart.

"The staff came to collect your clothes, and I couldn't wash them for you myself, but I carefully put your dress on the dummy stand, and then put it in the trolley myself, lest the staff accidentally damage your dress. " Qiao Ran said with a smile all over his face.

Seeing Qiao Ran who was still ignoring her all over his face before, he would please her with a smile on his face, and the arrogance on Wen Shiyu's face became stronger.

"No matter how much you try to please me, I won't like you. You have given up on marrying my second brother."

"Your second brother and I really love each other. For your second brother, I will try my best to make you like me and accept me." Qiao Ran apologized with a good-tempered smile.

Although Wen Shiyu couldn't accept Qiao Ran's sudden change of temper, but seeing how she flattered her, Wen Shiyu felt that her vanity was greatly satisfied, but she still said something arrogantly.

"You are dreaming!"

Qiao Ran followed Wen Shiyu to the banquet hall, and naturally hooked Wen Shirun's arm.

Wen Shirun's body was stiffened by her enthusiastic actions, but then he thought that Qiao Ran was acting in front of the public, and a heartfelt happy smile appeared on his face.

Even if it is a pretend play, he is happy.

As the melodious wedding march sounded, the master of ceremonies announced the official start of the wedding ceremony with a passionate and powerful voice.

Until the end of a romantic wedding, there was no disturbance at the wedding.

Wen Shimo, who was sitting in the car, looked at the projection on the outer wall of the hotel, frowning.

With Xu Xueman's personality, it is reasonable to say that the wedding will not be held successfully. How could there be no disturbances until the wedding is over? ???.

While Wen Shimo was thinking, he saw Qiao Ran and Wen Shirun sweetly looking at each other on the big screen.

The two seemed to be in love, and slowly approached each other until their lips pressed together.

Wen Shirun's heart suddenly tightened, and his intuition told him that this woman with the exact same face as Qiao Ran was not Qiao Ran.

Even if Qiao Ran fell in love with Wen Shirun, he would not kiss Wen Shirun so quickly.

At this time, Wen Shirun hugged Qiao Ran's shoulders with his hands, and the moment he touched her dress, Wen Shimo saw that there was no butterfly birthmark on Qiao Ran's fair shoulders and back that impressed him deeply.

Wen Shimo's pupils cracked suddenly showing the most panicked look of fear.

"Qiao Ran had an accident. The person at the banquet was not Qiao Ran. Who came out of the hotel today? Show me the record of leaving the hotel." Wen Shimo asked Zhou Yu quickly.

Zhou Yu originally thought that today was a false alarm, but when he was still thinking that Wen Shimo was in danger, when he heard Wen Shimo's sudden voice, his heart skipped a beat.

"We strictly control everyone who leaves the hotel. There is no suspicious person. It is impossible for a person as big as Qiao Ran to be transferred under our sight. Are you reading it wrong?" Zhou Yu looked at Qiao Ran on the big screen. With a bright smile, he asked with some doubts.

Wen Shimo carefully checked the records of people entering and leaving the hotel at night on his laptop, and finally fixed his eyes on the group of dress dummies.

People in the upper class wear tens of thousands of dresses, and when they get dirty, they will use fake model hangers to send them to be cleaned to ensure that the clothes do not leave wrinkles.

Wen Shimo looked at the dozen or so dummy models that were moved into the container, and said with deep eyes: "Qiao Ran must be hidden inside, let someone lock this car!"