The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

"Fool Lu, fool Lu!"

Song Muzhao waved the red card in his hand, excitedly said: "Hey, have you received the invitation letter written by the boss himself? Boss is getting married!!"

Lu Qian smiled coldly, and slowly took out an identical invitation card, and shook it between his fingers: "Isn't this nonsense, I must have received it."

Standing beside Lu Qian was a tall woman who was his sister Lu Yue.Holding the wine glass, Lu Yue tapped Lu Qian's head with his free hand: "What are you doing, do you think you are a domineering president?"

Lu Yue crossed her arms, feeling a little bit emotional: "Lawyer Xia is about to get married, and I haven't said anything yet."

After Song Muzhao greeted Lu Yue, seeing Lu Qian's listless look, he became active again, and flaunted, "My status is different from yours. I'm a bridesmaid~"

Lu Qian snorted, straightened his suit and tie, and looked around: "So speaking of which, where are the boss and Sister Zhitao?"

Not far away, Zhuo Chumo and Yu Kui were surrounding Director Xie and Director Wang, discussing shooting techniques excitedly.Uncle Fu was also there, chatting cheerfully at a table with Xia Zhisong and several criminal police officers.

After looking around but not finding the boss, Song Muzhao said, "It should be in the background, I'll go and have a look!"

As she spoke, she simply left Lu Qian alone, and rushed to the backstage excitedly with her white skirt in hand.

On the road, I met a man holding a pipa and walking outside. Song Muzhao waved excitedly and jumped over: "Master Zu! Hello!"

Qi Zidong smiled slightly: "Hello."

This was the first time Song Muzhao saw her take off the black cloth blindfold, those gray eyes were elegant and distant, like gems.

Song Muzhao took a few steps forward, and saw Qin Zhi as expected.

Although Qin Zhi changed into formal attire, he still wore the same pair of white gloves that have never changed for thousands of years.Naturally, she also saw Song Muzhao, and waved her hand with a relaxed expression: "Hi, you're here too."

Song Muzhao was holding two large bouquets of flowers in her hands, but she took out one bouquet and stuffed it into Qin Zhi's arms without any reason: "I'll see you off."

Qin Zhi was holding the bouquet, with a puzzled look on his face: "What are you doing for me?"

Song Muzhao smiled mysteriously, but did not speak.

She continued bouncing to the door of the dressing room, when she heard a familiar voice from inside:

"If you dare to continue writing math problems, I will kick you out."

Ah, this familiar style of painting!This familiar smell!

Song Muzhao knocked on the door, and after getting permission, he quietly pushed it away, and saw a boy who looked like a high school student sitting on the sofa with a set of math papers on his lap.

The high school student yelled loudly: "Zhang Kuang, why don't you let me write the paper? I skipped a section of English and a section of Chinese in order to attend your wedding—"

And not far away, Zhang Kuang crossed his arms and snorted coldly: "Jiang Yike, are you still embarrassed to say that? Be careful, I will burn all your papers with a fire, and you have no place to cry."

Jiang Yike hurriedly protected the test paper tightly, and looked at Zhang Kuang warily.

When Zhang Kuang saw Song Muzhao walking in, his expression softened a bit: "Ah, you are here, Muzhao."

Song Muzhao opened his eyes wide and sighed sincerely: "Boss, you look so good today!"

The insolent black long hair was all rolled up, delicately coiled on the head, and she also wore a hairpin with a small curtain of copper grains hanging from it, and a few clusters of emerald feathers curled up.Although the hairpin was a bit old, it didn't affect Zhang Kuang's love for it at all.

At this time, Zhang Kuang had already changed into a white wedding dress, and the layers of white lace spread out in clusters, bursting with twinkling stars.

Zhang Kuang was a little surprised when he heard Song Muzhao's praise: "Thank you, but in terms of beauty, I am not one ten thousandth as good as Madam."

As he spoke, Zhang Kuang frowned and looked at the wedding dress on his body: "Taotao said that there are two Western-style weddings in the morning and Chinese-style banquets in the afternoon. But I don't know much about modern aesthetics—why do you wear white?"

She thought about the bright red wedding dress she had prepared long ago, and felt a little regretful, it seemed that she could only wear it at night.

Song Muchhao smiled and said, "White is also beautiful, pure and flawless."

Just as he was talking, Xia Zhitao also came out.

Wearing the same white wedding dress, she was holding a bouquet of flowers, with smiles on her eyes and brows.

Zhang Kuang stepped forward and took her hand.The hem of the white skirt rustled, and the two interlocked their fingers.

This pull is a lifetime.