Chapter two hundred and forty-one, preparations for the wedding

Knowing that waking up would be unpleasant, Tang wished she had never woken up. In fact, she had.

At seven in the morning, she cheerfully locks the door from the inside and tucks herself into bed, sleeping through the headphones, pretending not to know anything, even though the housekeeper keeps knocking on the door.

Soon came the voice of Jiang Zihang outside, Tang Miao can not help but turn on the phone volume a little bit, how so large volume still can't cover the voice of that person, is really strange.

There was no accident, the door was opened, originally wanted to confront him a wave, but did not think of Jiang Zihang, but his father Tang Fu.

"Miao Miao, don't you know you're getting married today? What's it like to have your groom-to-be and makeup artist Zizzi waiting outside? "

Really did not expect, the father really became Jiang Zihang the most powerful backing, it seems that she is the most redundant person in this family.

Dawdle up, Tang Miao no longer struggle, after all, she had to rely on their own meager strength, it is impossible to win so many people.

Seeing her take action, Tang nodded his head in satisfaction, then let the stylist and makeup artist in.

"Well, you can come in and style him. "

For a while, many people all poured in, Tang Miao's bedroom as if into a public area. No, she felt like a monkey in a zoo, just for other people to see, not taking sides.

Father Tang went out of the bedroom, patted Jiang Zihang lightly on the shoulder: "Xiao Jiang Ah, don't be angry, Miao Miao sometimes is such a strange temper, after a long time will be better. "

Jiang Zihang turned his head and smiled lightly at Tang Fu and nodded his head. It seems that in the future he really must be good to this father-in-law, after all, he is really a lot of use.

For Two hours, Tang Miao sat on the bed like a wooden man, letting the hairdresser play with her head.

She does not want to go out, it does not matter, obviously Jiang Zihang has already anticipated this point, so all the equipment that can be used to move to the home, think really sweet.

She had no expression, has lost her soul, until she saw dressed up Luo Ying, quietly appeared in her room.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at the stylist next to her and saw that they were not in any way surprised. Luo Ying came over, she tensed to hold her hand.

"How did you get in here? It's the second floor! "

I don't blame her allergies. Feeling, after all, Luo Ying helped herself to escape yesterday, and think about Jiang Zihang yesterday to see her eyes, it is hard to imagine he will let her in.

"Don't be alarmed. Jiang Zihang let me in, fair and square. "

"Oh, why? "

The Tang Miao stare big double eyes, obviously still some can not understand.

"Of course it's because I came here with Gong Haohui. He didn't give me face, didn't he give his brother face. "

Mentions Gong Haohui, Luo Ying Remembered last night's matter again, she has not yet eliminated the anger hum.

"What do you think? Have you decided to be a bride? "

Although the reality is a bit cruel, but to see Tang Miao like this, it is obvious that she failed to negotiate with Jiang Zihang yesterday.

"What else do you think I can do now? He's obviously looking at me like a thief, my Turbulence. If only I could get smaller, so I could get into your pocket and let you take me out. "

"Ah! " Luo Ying lightly hit her forehead, "have been when, you are still here to make sarcastic remarks. "

"Sakura. " Heard someone outside the door called himself, Luo ying Classical conditioning back. I saw Gong Haohui standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless.

"Come to the meeting place with me. "

"Ah? " She turned to look at a Tang Miao, she does not want to go anywhere, just want to be here with her.

"Can I not go? " Her voice was beseeching.

Gong Haohui did not speak, but with the peripheral light if there is no glance at the door, she immediately understand.

It seems that even if not to go with the venue, Jiang Zihang will not let her with Tang Miao together.

"Okay. "

Luo Ying got up and reluctantly said goodbye to Tang Miao: "You must be a good person, we'll see you later. "

"Good. " Tang Miao shook hands with her, but sighed, and then watched her leave, sit for too long, feel the buttocks are a little sat numbness, she tried to stand up, difficult look at the people around, "we change a position? "

When we arrived at the wedding venue, as it was not yet time for the wedding ceremony, so no guests had yet arrived here. I have to say, Jiang Zihang really put a lot of effort into this wedding. It was very luxurious, the wedding took place in a very old castle in the middle of summer, which was decorated with luxury and fantasy, giving people a sense of being in a fairy tale world.

But still, it's a shame, even if it's a fantasy, it's just a formality. With Luo Ying to Tang Miao's understanding, he knows she in the mind actually likes is not such wedding.

She likes to travel to get married, two people together to feel the warmth of the world, feel the world, feel each other's love, well, she likes to do so, but look around the workaholic, I am afraid it is impossible to achieve in this life. Um... But she wouldn't mind a castle for the next best thing.

Now, basically, the venue layout has been completed, the staff in the final layout, such as flower arrangement and name card, think if Tang Miao now also like Jiang Zihang, the heart will be very happy.

"What do you think? Do you like it here? "

Gong Haohui stood beside her, very naturally took her shoulder and pushed her to himself.

Luo Ying did not understand his implication, faint answer: "I like what is the use? Miao Miao like, is not the most important? "

Although this sentence is really nothing wrong, but Gong Haohui or from her tone heard a little sour feeling.

"I'm going to have our wedding here, too. "

"Huh? " Although she likes here very much, but "but already know here, can have a little innovation Ah

Well, it's nice here, but she wants to have her own special wedding.

"That's a lie. "

Gong Haohui massaged her hair in disorder. She couldn't help but come out of his arms and looked at him angrily. "YOU MESSED UP MY HAIR! "

Time passed quickly, it was almost time to start the wedding, guests are holding the invitation have entered, Gong Haohui and Luo Ying Dressed as best man and maid of honor in the door to meet.