Once the wedding ceremony was over, Yan Shumo passed the crowd, walked to Yi Xiaoling's side, and handed her a piece of paper.

Yi Xiaoling in a snow-white wedding dress is so beautiful.

She stood quietly beside Yan Shuhan, the two of them were as beautiful as a painting, pleasing to the eye.

There was a smile at the corner of her mouth, and she was immersed in the happiness that she had just sworn. Hearing Yan Shumo's words, she looked at her.

There was confusion in his eyes.

"For me?"

"Yes, it was given to me by a very gentle woman. She said she was your friend." Yan Shumo reached out and grabbed her long hair, recalling.

When her words fell, something flashed in Yi Xiaoling's mind, anxiously taking the note from her hand and unfolding it.

There is only a simple sentence above.

[Xiao Ling, I have never really blamed you, I just can't face myself, I am very happy to see you happy today. 】

It's Wen Yujia!

Yi Xiaoling looked at the familiar handwriting on the note, his eyes were red in an instant.

After waiting for four years, I finally got an understanding.

When she said that, she never resented...

"Yujia is here, Brother Han, Yujia is here for my wedding." Yi Xiaoling grabbed the note with tears and turned to look at Yan Shuhan beside him.

In the next second, he raised his head nervously and looked for it in the church.

But the crowd was walking outside. Just looking at the back, there were too many people to recognize.

"Don't look for it, she is there." Yan Shuhan looked at his anxious wife, hugged her body that was about to squeeze into the crowd, raised his eyebrows and looked towards the last bench in the church.

Wen Yujia sat in the last position, looking at Yi Xiaoling on the platform with tears in her eyes.

"Yujia!"

Yi Xiaoling saw Wen Yujia who was about to turn and leave, and shouted out without thinking.

In the church, there is a wedding performance that has not stopped.

There is also the conversation of surrounding guests.

Yi Xiaoling's voice was instantly overwhelmed...

Just when she thought Wen Yujia was about to leave like this, Wen Yujia's footsteps suddenly stopped.

She turned and moved her lips.

She didn't make a sound, but Yi Xiaoling understood what she was saying at a glance.

[Xiaoling, we must be happy, together with my happiness, together. 】

After Wen Yujia finished speaking, she did not stop, and followed the crowd straight out of the church.

When Yi Xiaoling chased it out, her figure had disappeared before her eyes...

"Brother Han, Yujia must have not gone far, I want to go..."

"Are you planning to abandon your new husband on the wedding day to find a girlfriend?" Yan Shuhan stretched out her hand to clasp her slender waist, her thin lips opened slightly, and she said every word.

He wasn't angry, but he strangled Yi Xiaoling's arm with a warning.

If she dared to nod, he would strangle her immediately.

In order to prevent the wedding from becoming a funeral, Yan Shuhan hugged her sideways. Without giving her a chance to speak, he took her into the wedding car, left everyone behind, and drove towards the Yan Family Manor.

What wedding, what ceremony, in his eyes are not important.

He only knew that she now belonged to him completely.

The spring night is worth a lot of money, so he doesn't want to waste time dealing with other people.

"Brother Han, I still have to toast the elders." Yi Xiaoling recovered and turned to look at him in a daze.

"Let San'er go!" Yan Shuhan opened his lips without thinking.

"How about a toast to relatives and friends?" Yi Xiaoling asked again.

"San'er go!"