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Qiao Miao waited for a long time, but Qiao Ke did not come back.

The important guests arrived one after another, and the wedding was about to begin. Qiao Miao looked around, but she didn't see Qiao Ke.

She was a little worried, took out her mobile phone to call Qiao Ke, the phone rang twice and was hung up.

Qiao Miao became anxious all of a sudden, she turned around and ran towards the place where Qiao Ke left, but when she got to the corner of the garden, she was hit by a person.

Qiao Miao shrugged her nose, raised her hand and punched her on the shoulder: "Where did you go?"

"Don't talk about it, let's take pictures." Qiao Ke took her by the wrist and led her to the venue, "Don't run around."

"It's obviously you who ran around." Qiao Miao felt aggrieved, "The wedding is about to begin."

"Really?" Qiao Ke smiled, feeling a little embarrassed, "Is everyone here?"

"Mr. Tiramisu and Biao must be preparing." Qiao Miao led her to their seats, "But their relatives and friends have already arrived."

Qiao Ke held the camera with incredible pictures in his hand, like a hot potato.

"Oh, where?" she asked casually.

Qiao Miao raised her hand and pointed to her, "The one on the left belongs to Mr. Ti, and the one on the right belongs to Mr. Biao's."

Qiao Ke glanced over: "The difference is huge."

"Yes, there are two styles." Qiao Miao held her chin, "Which one do you prefer?"

Which do you prefer?As a photographer, in Qiao Ke's heart, there is no unbeautiful style at all.

Most of the family members of the woman on the left are tall and well-dressed, and they are dressed in very bright and bright clothes. Although the dresses and suits are very formal, the colors on the body are colorful. It looks cheerful and festive, and it will be very lively and happy when photographed.

The family members of the man on the right have a completely different style. Both men and women wear very low-key, low-saturation colors, and sit upright. Almost no one discusses loudly or walks back and forth. They look calm and elegant. The picture will come out pure and clean.

This kind of collision and fusion is very easy to produce a film with rich meaning, which should have excited Qiao Ke as a photographer, but now she is staring at the man's family area, feeling that the camera in her arms is getting hotter and hotter.

In this style, the man in the garden might indeed be Mr. Plaice himself.

Surrounded by joyful music and happy conversation, Qiao Miao was also chirping about happy things.Qiao Ke, who was holding a secret, seemed to have a ball of lead stuffed in his heart, and fell heavily.

She didn't know what to do at that moment.

Time began to become a bit tormented, Qiao Miao pulled her sleeve and asked her, "Why don't you take pictures?"

Qiao Ke was very depressed: "There is no suitable picture."

Qiao Miao pursed her lips, and asked her after a while: "If I do something wrong, will you be angry with me?"

Qiao Ke didn't hesitate: "Yes."

"Why are you doing this!" Qiao Miao was anxious.

"You said you did something wrong, can I not be angry?" Qiao Ke stared at her, "What are you doing?"

"No reason!" Qiao Miao exclaimed angrily.

Qiao Ke paused and said: "I will be angry, but I should forgive you for most things."

"What's that small part that doesn't forgive?" Qiao Miao asked her with wide eyes.

Qiao Ke frowned: "You better not know."

Suddenly, the wedding process proceeded item by item, and finally it was time for the bride and groom to appear on the stage.

Suddenly there were more cameras on the sidelines, fixed-point, close-up, and Stoudemire with everything you need.

She thought that the live broadcast of the wedding would be just a special person with a mobile phone to open an app and send it to netizens, but she didn't expect it to be so professional.

The director's station should be in a villa not far away. If something happens, I don't know if the director can respond.

As she stretched her neck and looked back, as the music changed, the groom finally arrived.

He is not tall, but his figure is very straight. When he walked over, his steps were steady and elegant, exuding a different kind of gentle charm.

There were exclamations from all around, and the discussion about Mr. Biao kept coming from the crowd. Qiao Miao took her hand and kept repeating: "Mr. Biao! So this is Mr. Biao! It's not the same as what I imagined .”

Qiao Ke has good eyesight, and he can see Mr. Biao's face clearly. The hand holding the camera is sweating layer by layer, and his heart is full of mixed emotions.

Qiao Miao raised her hand to get the camera in her arms: "Qiao Ke, hurry up and take a picture! First-hand information!"

Qiao Ke was startled, and suddenly pulled the camera back.

Qiao Miao sensed something was wrong with her: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Qiao Ke could only answer like this.

Mr. Biao came all the way along the road paved with flowers, he would greet everyone with a smile, and looked at the oath platform with a solemn and excited expression.

Qiao Ke's mind was like a slow-moving movie, stretching every second of meeting Mr. Biao infinitely, trying to find an excuse for himself.

An excuse to trust completely, or not trust completely, but she failed.

In her impression of Mr. Biao, there is only the short conversation of less than 2 minutes, and only the unfamiliar appearance in front of her eyes. She has never followed tiramisu's Weibo and learned about the little things they had.

So she couldn't judge, and being caught in the middle made her very uncomfortable.

Mr. Biao walked to the swearing-in platform in the center of the venue, and the surrounding cheers increased wave after wave. The bride, led by her father, embarked on the road to her husband.

Tiramisu is not beautiful, she should be much taller than Mr. Brilliant, and her figure is too burly, her lips are big and plump, and she likes to smile, everything looks carefree.

But Qiao Ke felt that she was still very beautiful in a wedding dress, even if she was not gentle enough, she was still worthy of a loyal and equal relationship.

The camera surrounded the two newcomers, and Qiao Ke held the camera in his arms, unable to watch any longer.

The tiramisu came to Mr. Biao, and the father handed over his daughter's hand to the person who would take care of her in the future. There was applause from all around, and the pastor began to read the oath.

The surroundings became quiet, but soon, Qiao Ke heard a whispering noise, she looked back sensitively, someone was looking at the mobile phone and talking quietly, and soon the mobile phone was handed to another person, the noise was like a virus Spread quickly.

Qiao Ke knew something bad was about to happen, but since she hadn't acted before, she could only watch the tragedy happen now.

When the pastor asked Mr. Biao "Would you like it?", there was a loud shout from the crowd: "I object!!!"

The murmur of discussion completely turned into an uproar.

A man sitting behind Mr. Biao's family area held his mobile phone as if holding the torch of the Statue of Liberty: "I oppose this marriage! Mr. Biao doesn't like tiramisu at all, he has someone else in his heart!!!"

This wording is already very gentle, but the words still exploded like a bomb, making all the guests boil.

Qiao Ke looked at the parties in the center of the venue. What was shocking was that amidst the noise, the bride and groom were as calm as the center of a tornado.

Tiramisu raised his hand, and everyone looked at them.

Tiramisu said to the man, "Why do you say that?"

The man shrank under her staring eyes, and his hand holding the mobile phone was shaking a little: "You will understand when you go online."

Tiramisu didn't follow his advice to find a mobile phone to check. She looked serious and continued to ask: "Since you proposed it, please explain clearly."

The man looked around and stammered: "I'm doing it for your own good. It's embarrassing to say this kind of thing..."

Tiramisu handed the bouquet to Mr. Biao, and walked over with the hem of the skirt: "Aren't you embarrassing the scene enough now?"

The man's voice became louder: "The culprit is not me! You force a person who doesn't like you to be with you, and this is the consequence!"

"Oh?" Tiramisu came in front of him, "Why did I force it?"

"Mr. Biao likes this young lady," the man pointed the phone screen in front of her, "Isn't it enough that they kissed goodbye before the wedding ceremony?"

Tiramisu glanced at the screen and smiled: "You prove to me that this photo is not photoshopped, misplaced, or forced, and explain to me who took it, why it was taken, and why it was posted on the Internet?"

"I..." The man looked around, "How would I know? This is your business..."

"Then what a fart." Tiramisu spat out the dirty words calmly, then turned to the security guard on the sidelines, "Drag him out and verify his identity."

The security came over quickly, and the man was very shameless. When he was pulled away, he yelled angrily: "A woman like you! No wonder your fiancé cheated before marriage!"

When he shouted, the audience fell silent.

After the security took him away, only the sound of music still flowing quietly remained in the venue.Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the end of the farce.

The tiramisu didn't stop, she pulled up her skirt and walked back to the center of the venue.

She took the bouquet from Mr. Plaice, and said to the pastor, "Please continue."

Everyone let out a low exclamation.

The pastor adjusted his glasses, looked at Mr. Biao, and repeated the oath: "Are you willing to marry Ms. Tiramisu? Love her and be loyal to her, no matter if she is poor, sick or disabled, until death. You are you willing?"

Everyone is staring at Mr. Biao, but Mr. Biao only has tiramisu in his eyes.

He looked at her, there was a second of silence, and then he said, "I am willing."

Someone blew it up again. In the seat of Mr. Biao's family, a woman stood up and shouted aggressively: "What do you want!!!"

Mr. Piao looked at her, frowned slightly, and repeated: "I am willing to marry her."

Before the woman could yell again, Tiramisu's father couldn't bear it any longer. He stood up and yelled, "Don't push yourself too hard! You don't want to marry me yet!!!"

Tiramisu pulled his father's hand: "I'm the one to marry."

"Marry a fart!" Father said the dirty words exactly like tiramisu, he raised his finger to Mr. Biao, "explain to me clearly!"

"Do you still need to explain!" The woman's voice was not at all inferior, "Bullying A Piao's soft temper, what kind of wedding is this that your family organized! Three days and three nights, debauchery, joke! A joke of the whole sea!"

"Your family doesn't give you a penny, so you have the nerve to say what kind of wedding we are having?!" The father slapped the table and raised his hand.

"Why don't we pay any more! What else do you care about other than money!"

"Hypocritical! Pretentious!"

"Bronze smell! Vulgar!"

……

Soon the family seats on both sides joined the quarrel, and it got out of hand.

These are the closest people. Tiramisu couldn't let the security guards drag them out, so they could only stand there helplessly.

Mr. Biao went to shake her hand, but she pushed him away.

The relatives and friends sitting in the back will be quiet now, and the awkward atmosphere spreads quickly.

Qiao Miao grabbed Qiao Ke's arm, stared blankly at the scene, and asked Qiao Ke in a low voice, "Why is it like this?"

Qiao Ke pinched the camera in his hand: "My fault."

"What does it have to do with you?"

"If I tell in advance..." Qiao Ke paused, who would she tell in advance?Tell Mr. Plaice to let him catch whoever took the picture and destroy it?Or tell tiramisu to get her ready to end the wedding?

Qiao Ke sighed. Sure enough, in matters of feelings, once there is a problem with loyalty, it will be a mess that cannot be solved.

The tiramisu finally ended the chaotic and embarrassing scene. She threw down the bouquet and said, "The wedding is suspended, everyone go back."

After finishing speaking, she didn't listen to the noise of the family members on both sides, she went straight through the guest seating and walked towards the villa.

Mr. Biao quickly followed her, and the figures of the two protagonists gradually moved away.

The guest seats began to disperse quickly, and after three to five minutes, there were not many people left in the venue.

Qiao Miao tugged on Qiao Ke's sleeve: "We also..."

"Wait a minute." Qiao Ke turned on the camera in his hand and pressed the playback button.

Photos popped up one by one, Qiao Miao's eyes widened.

Qiao Ke stared at these photos carefully, and suddenly paused with his fingers.She zoomed in on the photo and let out a long breath.

It's her fault, she should take a good look at these photos and find these clues in advance.

Qiao Ke stood up and said to Qiao Miao, "Let's go."

"where to?"

"Get tiramisu."