Chapter 393 Confession with bouquet of flowers, everyone's focus

  Shen Yu didn't answer the call, remaining calm as before.

  Fang Yaqin met Wei Wanyang's questioning gaze, and her expression gradually became awkward: "You... invited her?"

  Wei Wanyang nodded: "Wu Hou is my friend."

  She didn't invite many people, she could count on ten fingers, and Shen Yu was one of them.

  At that time, Fang Yaqin only asked about the number of people in order to reserve seats. As for the specific person and their name, she didn't pay attention to it. After all, according to Wei Wanyang's social circle, there were only celebrities and directors around.

  It was only then that Shen Yu missed it.

   Silence spread, and the atmosphere was stiff.

  Fang Yaqin knew she was wrong, and her erratic eyes showed a guilty conscience. Although she was dissatisfied with Wei Wanyang's daughter-in-law's family background, she was chosen by Song Qian and Xiaole's biological mother, so Fang Yaqin didn't want to turn against her unless necessary.

  So during this period of time, she and Wei Wanyang kept getting along in a state of non-interference and mutual respect.

   Right now, it is impossible for Fang Yaqin to embarrass her daughter-in-law in public because of a Shen Yu.

   Shen Yu was also silent. Compared to Fang Yaqin's speechlessness, she smiled as usual.

  It seems that from the beginning of the dispute, to the heated stage, and finally to the appearance of Wei Wanyang, she was neither arrogant nor impetuous, as calm as water during the whole process.

   Wei Wanyang was sandwiched between the two. On one side was her boss, benefactor and friend, and on the other was her future mother-in-law. She couldn't help frowning.

   At this moment, a clear male voice broke the deadlock—

   "Wonderful?"

   Turning around following the sound, he saw a man in a neat suit walking towards this side.

  He has a gentle smile and a refined expression.

  Shen Qian!

  Since he lived in Dongli Villa for a long time, Shen Yu hasn't seen him for a long time.

  Although the two have already torn their faces apart, there is still room to be left, not to mention that there are other people present.

  Shen Yu spoke lightly, and called out: "Brother."

  The man walked up to her, his cool eyes swept across Song Yuanshan, and finally fell on Fang Yaqin: "What are you talking about? Why don't you go in?"

   Wei Wanyang rolled his eyes and took the ladder in time: "Yeah, don't stand there, let's all go in."

  Fang Yaqin finally came to her senses, and put on an enthusiastic face, of course, it was mainly for the face of Young Master Shen Qian.

   Several people entered, Wei Wanyang said hello, and took Shen Yu directly to the lounge.

   Shen Qian, who saw this scene in his eyes, couldn't help showing a look of contemplation.

   "Ah Qian, are you busy these days?" Fang Yaqin asked with concern in an elder tone.

  He looked away, "It's okay. Do you know your sister-in-law?"

  Song Qian was two years older than him, and the relationship between the two families was not bad. The word "sister-in-law" not only expressed closeness, but also seemed courteous.

  Fang Yaqin was very pleased with his attitude, "I should know her, Wan Yang sent her an invitation alone... I don't know very well."

  Shen Qian raised his eyebrows.

   Separate invitations...

  These two people belong to different circles, so logically there shouldn't be any intersection.

  Shen Qian couldn't help but think of Feiyang Entertainment's change of ownership. Is there a connection between the two?

   But after thinking about it, after Song Rin's death, his shares will be inherited by the Song family, and Wei Wanyang happens to be in this business, so it is reasonable for her to take over.

  No matter how hard it is to get involved with Shen Yu...

   Lounge.

   "...It's also my fault that I didn't explain clearly in advance." Wei Wanyang sat down for the makeup artist to touch up her makeup, and smiled apologetically at Shen Yu through the mirror in front of her.

  The latter just waved his hand and didn't seem to take it seriously.

   Wei Wanyang's eyes moved slightly, "You...boyfriend didn't come?"

  Shen Wei: "He has something to do temporarily."

"…not coming?"

   "If I can make it in time, I will come."

   This topic was closed in time, and Wei Wanyang didn't ask any more questions.

   "...Okay, Miss Wei. Do you think there is anything else that needs to be adjusted?" The designer asked respectfully after finishing the last stitch.

   "Okay, you guys go out first."

   Designer and makeup artist leave.

  In the huge lounge, there are only two people left.

  Shen Wei: "No bridesmaids?"

   "Those two from the Song family don't like the entertainment industry." Most of her friends are in this industry.

   "Who will give you the wedding ring at that moment?"

   "Xiao Le volunteered."

  Shen Yu nodded with a smile: "This is better than a bridesmaid."

   Wei Wanyang's face was full of pride as a mother, but she didn't see the joy and shyness of being a bride: "It's all good or not."

  Shen Wan is not easy to answer.

  Wei Wanyang took out a document from the drawer and handed it over: "These are several big movies that the company plans to invest and produce next year. The amount can easily reach hundreds of millions. I don't have that much authority, so I need your signature."

   "Now?" Shen Wei took it, but opened it in no hurry.

   "If it's convenient for you, of course the sooner the better..." There is a movie in which I cooperated with director Zhuang, and the other party asked for the sole investor. With the fame there, many companies are already ready to move.

   Wei Wanyang stayed up all night and worked overtime for a whole week for this plan. The sooner it is settled, the greater the chance of winning it.

  Shen Wei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I still insisted on working on the wedding day, should I give you a promotion and a salary increase?"

   "It's okay to be promoted, but you can get a salary increase." She is now the president of Feiyang Entertainment. If she is promoted again, where will she go?

  Shen Wei saw her insistence, opened the file, and browsed quickly.

   In a quarter of an hour.

  Shen Wei: "Two questions."

  Wei Wanyang subconsciously sat up straight, "Speak."

   "The return on investment of the literary film "Dream Falling Blossoms" is too low. If the quality of the script is not enough to hit the film awards, the investment will be cut in half."

   "Okay, I will ask the people below to strictly check the script."

   "Second question, if director Zhuang's movie wants to seek sole investment, then one of the male and female protagonists must be an artist of our company."

   Wei Wanyang frowned, seeming a little embarrassed.

   "The first condition proposed by the other party is freedom of casting, and this person is solemn..." She paused, "From the previous communications and contacts, temper is directly proportional to fame, and it is difficult to ask him to give in."

   "If you don't agree, you won't sign." Shen Yu said lightly.

   "But the quality of this movie is really good. I have read the script, and the commercial value and artistic value coexist reasonably. Not only is the box office guaranteed, but it is also expected to hit foreign film festival awards."

   "Party B wants to ride on Party A's head, is it reasonable?"

   Wei Wanyang paused.

...

  Collapse.

Back to Wei Wanyang: "The other party uses us as a cash machine, but can't show the same sincerity. This is not called cooperation, but squeeze. There is more than one good script, and he is not the only one who is a good director. You have to remember - rich Yes, always dad."

  The last sentence came out of Shen Yu's mouth loudly, like a blow to the head, which woke Wei Wanyang violently.

"I see."

  …

   At twelve o'clock at noon, the wedding officially began.

  Amidst the sound of melodious music, the bride stepped onto the red carpet and led a five-year-old boy slowly towards the smiling groom who was waiting at the end of the red carpet.

   "Is that Song Qian's son? How old is it?"

   "Five years old."

   "Although the fare is paid after getting on the bus, it is too blatant."

   "Why do you think such a woman can marry into a wealthy family and become a young mistress? Isn't it because the eldest son of the third generation of the Song family came out of her belly!"

   "..."

  Wei Xiaole was dressed in a suit, with a small body as straight as a poplar, but a serious face that didn't match his age.

  He held Wei Wanyang's hand, taking every step steadily.

  Finally, the mother and son walked to the end of the red carpet. Song Qian took Wei Wanyang's hand and put it in his arms.

  The little boy pursed his lips, and reluctantly stepped aside.

  Fang Yaqin quickly hugged him into her arms, "We Xiaole are so smart, we did a great job!"

   "But I gave my mother to someone else..." The little milk voice was full of grievances.

  Fang Yaqin's heart melted: "Silly Bao, that's not someone else, it's your father. From now on, we will be one family."

   "What about mom?"

  Fang Yaqin paused, as if she had figured something out, with a look of relief on her face: "Of course it's also a family."

  The little boy opened his mouth and revealed a bright smile.

  As the VIP invited by the woman, Shen Yu sat in the first seat on the right, very close to the stage, and could see the entire process of the bride and groom swearing, exchanging rings, embracing and kissing without any obstruction.

  Maybe Wei Wanyang is still confused about the meaning of this marriage, but from the perspective of an outsider, Shen Wei can only see the involuntary smile on her lips, revealing a hint of secret sweetness.

  One day in the future, she will always figure it out.

  …

   "Brother, look! Shen Yu is over there—"

  Qi Zichen's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and he pressed down her **** hand: "Little aunt, grandma, can't you calm down?"

  Qi Ziyan twitched her lips: "Be kind as a donkey, and deserve to be single for the rest of my life!"

   "..."

   "Hmph! Let's see how long you can hold it!" The woman stomped her feet angrily.

  Qi Zichen gave her a cold look: "Be careful that the floor is pierced by you."

   "I'm happy! I'm happy!"

have to! When he said nothing.

  The ceremony is over, and it is time for the bride to throw the bouquet.

  Many young people crowded under the stage just to join in the fun—

   "Bride! Look this way!"

   "Smash it here!"

   "Brother Song, I'm not married yet, let my sister-in-law look at it and throw it away—"

   Talking all over the place, goofing around.

  Qi Ziyan glanced at her brother beside her, didn't bother to call him, and couldn't do it anyway, so she simply squeezed into the crowd by herself.

  She also wants a bouquet...

   Unexpectedly, Qi Zichen, who had been unmoved for thousands of years, also got up.

   "Brother, what are you doing?"

   "Grab the bouquet."

   "No..." Qi Ziyan grabbed his cuff with a ghostly expression on his face, "Why are you grabbing the bouquet?"

   "I will do what you do."

  Qi Ziyan is a little confused, what is she doing?

  Of course it's about being happy and having a good relationship.

  Just as she was in a daze, the bride had already turned her back to the crowd and threw out her bouquet. Amidst the uproar, the only lucky one was born.

  Qi Zichen weighed the bouquet with a smile: "Everyone, accept."

  That being said, there was no hint of modesty in his demeanor.

  Shen Wei didn't go to join in the fun, but his thoughts drifted further and further away when he was at the scene.

  She was thinking about what would make the always prudent third master ecstatic, even Quan Hanting was shocked, and even gave up on attending the wedding before going out.

   You know, some time ago this guy was still stalking and wanted to use this to declare his real boyfriend's identity.

  It seems that it is worry rather than joy...

  Suddenly, the uproar became louder, one wave higher than the other, and it gradually moved closer to Shen Yu's side.

   When she came back to her senses, Qi Zichen had already stopped in front of her, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, matched with that white suit, Shen Wei almost thought he was the one who was going to get married.

"you…"

   "This, I snatched it." Qi Zichen shook the bouquet in his hand, with a somewhat smug expression.

  Shen Wei raised his eyebrows, and he has completely calmed down: "So?" Do you want to praise him for being amazing?

  The man looked directly into her dark and clear eyes, and his slowly flowing smile covered up the tension hidden in the depths, "Now, for you."

   After finishing speaking, he carefully placed the bouquet in her arms.

  Shen Yu's expression was slightly stunned, and before he could speak, his ears hurt from the sudden uproar.

   "Yes, Young Master Qi!"

   "I didn't see that you kid can do this trick."

   "Who said that the eldest young master of the Qi family is like a little monk and unfeminine? Come out, I promise not to beat him to death!"

   "What is meant by 'Borrowing Flowers to Offer Buddha', I have seen it today! Niu X—"

   "The flowers are all given away, why should I express my love and love?!"

   "Yes! Confession—confession—"

From the beginning when everyone talked and laughed and joked, now the guests shouted "confession" in unison, and even the eyes of the couple on the stage were attracted. Qi Zichen's cheeks flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but that His eyes became brighter.

   "Hiss!" Wei Wanyang couldn't help gasping after seeing what was going on in the audience.

   "Hey - what are you doing?" Song Qian dragged him back.

   "Of course I told them to stop making trouble."

   "Getting married is all about having fun. Since everyone wants to, why not?"

   Wei Wanyang stared at him in disbelief: "Others don't know, why are you so stupid? Shen Yu has a boyfriend!"

   "So what?" The man shrugged, disapproving.

  The fact that Quan Hanting didn't come showed that Shen Yu's weight in his heart was not as important as they thought.

   No wonder Song Qian had such an idea.

  Looking at Ningcheng, there are many people who want to take advantage of the power to defend this shareholder's wind, but Shen Yu is just a little lucky, and just happened to fall into the eyes of that person.

  In the final analysis, it was just a pastime.

  Recalling that Quan Hanting asked Chu Yujiang to press him every step of the way, Song Qian felt very uncomfortable.

  Tough, he is not strong enough, but it is still okay to stand by and watch others pry his corner.

   "Let go." Wei Wanyang glared.

   "Not loose." He began to cheat, "Don't forget our bet."

  The woman froze.

  Song Qian took her into his arms, clasped her tightly, and moved his lips to her small white earlobe, "Wait for me tonight!"

"rogue!"

   "Quan Hanting didn't come, so I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat. Could it be..." The man narrowed his eyes sharply, "You want to play tricks?"

   Wei Wanyang was hugged by him, Song Qian's breath was close at hand, she could only feel her heart beating faster, and the heat all over her body rushed to her face.

   "Don't be like this..." The voice was trembling, and the tone was so soft that she was unfamiliar with it.

   "Which one?"

   "...Who, who said that Houhou's boyfriend won't come? He was just delayed because of something."

   "Hey - do you believe this deceitful excuse?"

  Wei Wanyang gave him a cold look: "It seems that you understand it very well?"

  Song Qian's scalp was numb, and he didn't know what expression to make, so he simply laughed twice.

   "Oh, virtue!"

   "Don't make trouble out of no reason, you are clearly talking about someone else, so don't blame me."

   "That sounds nice, so why are you guilty?"

  Song Qian choked up: "...Where am I guilty?"

   "Liar! Go away—" After finishing speaking, he stomped on the man's instep with his heel.

   Song Qian suffered from pain and was forced to let go.

  Wei Wanyang ran two steps away, turned his head and cast a contemptuous and contemptuous look at him, and then rushed into the most lively place in the arena without hesitation, trying to help Shen Yu out.

  Unfortunately, before she could get there, there was a louder commotion, accompanied by the whistling that was no big deal for watching the excitement.

  The enthusiasm of the people who eat melons is unprecedentedly high.

   Even people who are a little far away are gradually attracted.

  Yang Lan: "What happened? Everyone went in that direction."

  Shen Chunjiang was indifferent.

  Shen Qian only took one look, and couldn't help frowning.

   If he remembers correctly, Shen Wei sat at that table.

   "Hey—Ah Qian, what are you doing?"

   "Mom, what may have happened at the scene, you'd better inform Uncle Song and Aunt Song, and let them send someone to solve it."

  Yang Lan nodded hastily, "I'll go right away!"

  At the same time as the riot happened, Fang Yaqin noticed that today was her son's wedding. She had prepared a lot beforehand, and now it was almost over, let alone an accident.

  She and Song Yuanshan rushed to the center of the incident immediately, and saw that the source of the disturbance came from Shen Wei, and she was in a bad mood.

   "Why is she everywhere?! What a bad luck!"

  Song Yuanshan: "Okay, now is not the time to talk about these things, first find a way to solve the problem!"

  At this moment, Qi Zichen, who had been planning for a long time, finally spoke—

   "Shen Yu, actually I..."

   "Wuhou, what are you doing?" A sinister and serious voice broke in, strong and domineering.

   In fact, the answer to the question is A, yes, Master Liu fell from the sky~ Have you been tricked? Isn't this turning point exciting? Hahaha

  

  

  (end of this chapter)