The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

Chapter 40 Jinjiang Literature City

When Qin Lu was carried to the car, he was knocked out by the big, eyeless bodyguard, and he didn't know what happened afterwards.

When he woke up, he was already dressed as a clown and lying in this coffin...

The eldest young master himself has a lawless temperament, and when he meets someone who is even more lawless than himself, he feels a little uncomfortable for a while...

He tossed about in the coffin angrily, trying to crawl out, but his feet were tied to the shackles at the bottom of the coffin. The style of the shackles was quite unique. It was a pair of hand bones. Sinking into a deep pit, some small electronic devices were buried inside, disguised as a pustule, and Qin Lu's scalp tingled when he saw it.

The panic and anger prevented him from hearing clearly what the lunatic said just now.

Qin Lu froze until the dark gun/mouth pressed against his forehead.

Holding the clown hostage, the lunatic didn't pay any attention to the clown. Si Yuan stared at his bride intently.

"My bride, put on a beautiful wedding dress and come to me quickly, otherwise this thing I shot will not be able to witness our wedding."

Wen Ci's face was calm, as calm as the surface of a quiet lake. He looked at the absurd and realistic monsters and ghosts, and listened to the piano background music surrounded by panoramic sound, and now he added the orchestra.

The scene is quite grand...

The beauty didn't respond for a long time, as if a stage play was tapped, Si Yuan was a little unexpected, after all, the clown he shot was Wen Ci's favorite man in his life, why is he so calm and expressionless?

Wen Ci has calmed down, but Qin Lu can't. He has never seen a gun with his ability to do anything wrong. All he can touch in his mind are toys. Now that a toy is on his forehead, his fear is replaced by the rising anger covered up.

With his feet handcuffed and his hands missing, the young master cursed, and grabbed the pistol/gun from the lunatic with his bare hands, "You're crazy—"

boom--

A huge gunshot rang out in the church, and a wisp of white smoke floated out from the muzzle of the gun. Si Yuan gave a wow in surprise, took back his pistol/gun and glanced under his eyelids, and explained: "It went off fire!" .”

After speaking, he glanced at the corpse-like clown in the coffin, "Are you an idiot? What are you grabbing for the gun on your forehead?"

Qin Lu didn't have a hole in his forehead, but a hole was opened in the coffin behind the young master.

Like a spooky magic trick.

But if it wasn't for magic...it would be fucking scary.

The clown became quiet as a chicken.

After taking care of the unruly clown, Si Yuan turned his gun to Wen Ci.

But it was aimed at Song Yang's head.

Song Yang used his body as a shield to protect Wen Ci so tightly that not even a hair was exposed.

Si Yuan pressed his finger on the trigger, trying to scare the dog away, but the slightly tense expression on the other side's face, which was slightly tense because he had never seen the world, quickly changed into a state of adaptation in a short period of time, even deeply There is a sense of excitement and wolfishness in the bright eyes that don't match the dog.

Song Yang stared straight at the pistol/gun in the man's hand.

Is he interested in this stuff?Si Yuan thought in his heart.

The atmosphere between the two men... seemed to be about to fight again.

Wen Ci was in charge of resolving this situation. He took another step forward and inserted himself between the two of them.

Scared Song Yang, the inexplicably boiling blood in the boy's body immediately stopped and turned into terror, and he grabbed Wen Ci who jumped out.

"What are you doing? Don't run around, get behind me!"

Wen Ci: "The door of the church is locked. If the gun in his hand is a real gun, do you think I can escape by hiding behind you? Come on, it's rare for someone to make such a big show, why don't you just It’s actually quite interesting to play.”

"Ah?" Song Yang was confused.

Wen Ci smiled, glanced at the ghosts on both sides who were trying to change his clothes with disgust, and then looked at Si Yuan, "Si Shao, it's okay for me to cooperate with this wedding, but the two you arranged The service is too shabby... I asked my assistant to help me change, is it okay?"

Si Yuan's eyes brightened, he didn't expect the beauty to be so forthright, "Yes!"

Song Yang was also shocked, wow, the boss really wants to marry this lunatic on the spot!

Song Yang was a hundred and eighty unhappy, he would leave even if the door was smashed open, he would also leave if his head was beaten into a sieve, and the plane, shells, and Dongfeng Express would make him feel ashamed and ashes, he, also, wanted, to go!

Wen Ci was grabbed by the wrist by the grumpy guy.

But the beauty didn't move, she smiled and comforted the boy and said, "Didn't you come out to play? Don't get so nervous, it's okay, just help me change my clothes. This is a wedding dress. It's boring for me to wear it by myself. Come here."

The beauty's voice was gentle and soft, as she said, she folded the sleeves of her white shirt.

Song Yang was speechless, it turned out to be the boss's order, the boy had no choice but to do so no matter how unwilling he was.

With an unhappy expression on his face, he took the red wedding dress from a monster on the left.

It is a men's wedding dress of an ancient style. It is made of red silk, cloth and gold thread. It is a gown style. It is very large when opened. Because there are many pearls and jade pendants, it is quite heavy. When the upper body is worn, the rings are connected. , will jingle.

Wen Ci opened his hands, and when Song Yang put on the wedding gown for the boss, he could feel the boss' eyes on him all the time, at such a close distance, it seemed like a fire was burning redder than the wedding gown, making Song Yang Yang burned himself in it, his heart felt hot for no reason, and his throat was dry.

Song Yang took a look at Wen Ci, then immediately lowered his head, closed the open-fronted gown, and found the cloth buttons and ties at the waist, but this ancient wedding dress was a bit too complicated, and the young man hurriedly touched the boss. For a while, I didn't toss.

Si Yuan looked at something wrong on the prayer table, why does this big dog feel like he is taking advantage? !

Si Yuan: "If you don't know how to wear it, you can change it. My bride, everything you touch and touch is dirty."

"You're the one who's dirty!" The young man turned around and snarled fiercely, and then tidied up the boss again. Later, Wen Ci taught him to put on the clothes, and Song Yang went to get the red gauze outside the red wedding dress.

A thin layer was draped over Wen Ci's body as lightly as a cloak, and fell to the ground like a skirt.

And finally the hijab.

When Song Yang put the hijab on the boss's head, he found that the boss was still watching him, and it seemed that he hadn't moved away after dressing for so long. Song Yang held the hijab and couldn't help but glance at himself boss.

We looked at each other.

The beauty in the wedding dress lowered her eyes slightly, and there was a thin red mist on her face like a layer of rouge.

Song Yang's throat was choked, and he felt that such a beauty would not be born in thousands of years. She was wearing a wedding gown and no red makeup. That shy face that seemed to be married was a treasure that could not be forgotten at a glance.

At this moment, the treasure was so close to him, it was close enough to kiss him by lowering his head slightly.

Song Yang held the hijab in his hand, as if he was taking off the hijab.

Uncover the red hijab of his bride.

Three seconds later, the hijab was put down, and Song Yang stood there as if he lost his mind.

Wen Ci stretched out his hand to him, "Take me to the prayer platform, you don't have to go up."

Song Yang's mind was full of a bride, and he couldn't quite understand what the boss was going to do right now.

He instinctively took that hand, and under the watchful eyes of thousands of "demons and ghosts" in the huge cathedral, he walked shoulder to shoulder with Wen Ci on the red carpet that belonged to the newlyweds, getting closer and closer to the altar where the vows were made ,Getting closer.

Young Master Si, who was obsessed with the bride's beauty, suddenly noticed something was wrong?

The "ghosts" watching also looked at each other in blank dismay.

How does this look like a couple walking the red carpet?

"How do you feel?" On the red carpet, Wen Ci walked slowly and asked the guy beside him with a smile.He himself quite likes the feeling at this moment, although it is not real enough, it is dreamy enough, like a wedding on the hell road, and he is stepping towards the new life with his beloved one step by step in the future.

I don't know if the dumb-headed straight man next to him feels it.

Of course Song Yang felt it, so his expression became even more dull. He stared straight ahead, every step he took seemed to be dreaming.

The guy is stupid, Boss Wen can only play straight balls, "Is it fun? Do you want to come again in the future? Make some human ostentation, listen to the prayers of the real wedding officiant, put on a white suit, hold a bouquet, and bring your beloved Come here and receive the blessing of God."

As Wen Ci spoke slowly, the two of them had arrived at the prayer table hand in hand.

Song Yang was haunted by the boss's nagging.

And the young master of the Si family seems to be green...

Before Song Yang could answer, Si Yuan was so angry that he directly held Wen Ci's forehead with a gun.

Si Yuan: "What are you whispering? Wen Ci, take your hand off the dog's paw, you are my bride tonight, you can only hold my hand!"

Song Yang: "???" What claws? ? ?

The bride in front of the prayer platform was wearing a hijab, he seemed to tilt his head, and said with a smile: "Master Si, it's just a stage play, so there's no need to get into it so deeply, right?"

Si Yuan: "..."

Song Yang: "Huh?"

Song Yang looked at his boss, and his doubts shifted from the dog's paw to the stage play.

Wen Ci lifted his hijab by himself. He looked at the black hole in front of him and said, "This is the country. Real guns and live ammunition are banned. Even in the Si family's own territory, it's not like this." It’s so blatant, it’s absolutely impossible to be a live ammunition, it’s a magic prop, right?”

As Wen Ci spoke, he suddenly raised his hand to grab the gun in front of him, inserted his finger between the man's finger and the trigger, and pulled it without saying a word.

The clown who saw this scene in the coffin shivered.

However, the roar of the gunshot did not come, and the murderous bullet disappeared.

There was only a soft puff, and a bright red rose exploded at the muzzle of the black hole. It was so delicate and beautiful that it kissed the beauty's forehead, as if competing with the beauty.

"..." Qin Lu was stunned when he saw this scene. He looked back at the bullet holes on the coffin board behind him... Doubting life.

It's really a fake gun! !

Song Yang's fists were also hardened, and he was frightened for a long time. Is it a stage play for a long time? ? ?

Si Yuan clicked his tongue, took off the rose on the muzzle of his gun, and asked Wen Ci, "How did you find out?"

Wen Ci smiled: "Because I have a script."

Si Yuan: "..."

Wen Ci: "I heard this story when I was in college. It was about a dead bride who came out of hell and returned to the world to marry her benefactor who avenged her all her life. On the wedding night, benefactor gave She is a rose that grows under the gun and becomes the husband of the bride.

I thought it was just a ghost story, but I didn't expect to see the stage version here. "

As he said that, he looked at the ghosts all over the church. They should all be spectators who were chased away by lunatics and forced to act as extras. What a great deal.

"Since this story has been adapted into a stage play, it is the painstaking efforts of the screenwriters and staff behind the scenes. It should be shown at the anniversary celebration for the audience to enjoy, rather than being used by Mr. Si as his own entertainment. You still Squeeze out the position of hero and heroine, let me and you replace it.

Mr. Si is a great writer and had a great time, but he has no respect for the staff behind the scenes of this play. "

Wen Ci took off her wedding dress, and said coldly: "Let's call it a day."

Si Yuan didn't feel that he was disrespectful at all, he gave a curtain call ceremony to the audience on the prayer platform, like a real hero.

"Did I not perform well? Did everyone not have a good time? Did the show cost not enough? Do you think I disrespect everyone?"

Thousands of demons and goblins took off their hoods, actors and theater workers.

There are also most of the audience who bought tickets to watch the show. They accidentally participated in a performance, and received a performance fee of more than [-] yuan. In the coffin - special shura crematorium drama.

No disrespect at all!

Cool fly!

"Kiss one!"

"Kiss one!"

In the script, the ghost bride returns to the world to form a marriage with the one she loves. The lines of all the ghosts and goblins are when the hero and heroine make a vow for life, they shout out this sentence, "Kiss one——!"

The audience seemed to be having fun, but they still didn't come out of the play.

Wen Ci smiled coldly, thanking Bu Min, "Let's move on to the next program :)"

So the actors in the theater sprinted backstage - the wedding cathedral had become their new stage for impromptu performances.

The prop coffin on the prayer platform was also carried down by two strong members of the drama team.

Only then did the clown in the coffin completely wake up, "Si—Yuan—you fucking let me out!!!"

A little brother wearing glasses tremblingly came over to deliver a message for Si Yuan, and he told Qin Lu, "Mr. Si said that this hand bone and ankle shackle is a voice-activated lock."

Qin Lu was furious, "What's the password!"

The little brother paused for a moment, and sang: "There is a young master in the Qin family, who is useless like a master, and treats the princess like a clown. From now on, the clown will decide to sleep peacefully in the coffin, wishing the princess and the prince a happy life, Oye-"

The author has something to say: Qin Lulu and Xiao Si are destined to fight 2333333

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Thanks to Duanmu Jin for the 1 bottle of nutrient solution~

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