"I don't, I have no intention of harming anyone. It was she who spilled the wine on me. How could you open your eyes and tell lies and accuse me unjustly?" Wen Shiyu cried aggrievedly.
Wen Shiyu, who has been accustomed to using tears since childhood, feels that as long as she uses tears, there is no heart that she cannot win.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. My hand slipped accidentally and I knocked over the wine glass. I apologize to you. Don't be sad. I'll take you to exchange gifts so that you don't catch a cold." Qiao Ran said with a smile.
"Don't apologize to her. It's not your fault in the first place. Don't get used to her bad habits. Just let her change into a dress by herself." Wen Shirun said angrily.
Seeing that Wen Shirun refused to let Qiao Ran change her dress with her, Wen Shiyu said in a strong voice: "I want her to accompany me to change my dress. She is the host of the wedding banquet, I am a guest, and I don't know where the changing room is.
, She didn’t take me there because her master didn’t take good care of her and couldn’t even greet the guests. What qualifications does she have to remarry our Wen family?”
Wen Shirun immediately glared at Wen Shiyu and said cruelly: "Do you have the final say on whether you are qualified or not? I will marry whoever I like. Don't tell me nonsense. If you continue to tell nonsense, I will sew your mouth shut."
"Okay, Shirun, today is the day of my father's wedding. The wedding is about to start. Don't make things worse at this time. I'll take Shiyu to change clothes and watch the bride and groom walk down the red carpet later." Qiao
After Ran finished speaking, he took Wen Shiyu and left.
"Sister Ranran, I'll go with you!" Wen Shiyan said worriedly.
"No, just help me take a look at the scene and make sure nothing happens. We'll be back soon."
As Qiao Ran led Wen Shiyu to the changing room, Wen Shiyu kept talking about how to prevent Qiao Ran from succeeding.
"Qiao Ran, don't think that because you have some medical skills and make a lot of money, I will look down upon you. Let me tell you, in my eyes, you are a murderer. If you killed Sister Wan Qing, I will definitely
I will catch you and avenge Sister Wan Qing." Wen Shiyu said viciously.
Qiao Ran pushed open the door of the dressing room and pushed Wen Shiyu in without any gentle movements.
"Go and change your clothes quickly. I'm waiting for you to find a reason to avenge your beloved sister Wan Qing."
While Wen Shiyu was looking for clothes, Qiao Ran sat on the sofa nearby and read a magazine.
Wen Shiyu found a piece of clothing, walked into the fitting room, took off the clothes and threw them outside.
"You soiled my clothes, I want you to wash my hands yourself." Wen Shiyu's domineering voice came from the changing room.
"Miss, your dress worth hundreds of thousands will be ruined by hand washing. Don't worry, there are professional dress washers here to ensure that when you go home, you will go home wearing your beloved clean clothes."
As soon as Qiao Ran finished speaking, he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Qiao Ran said.
A woman in her forties wearing hotel staff clothes opened the door and walked in with a cart in her hand.
"Hello, miss, I'm here to collect the clothes changed by the distinguished guest!"
Qiao Ran looked at the staff in front of him and pointed at the clothes Wen Shiyu changed, "over there..."
Before she finished speaking, she felt dizzy before her eyes. Before she fell into darkness, she saw the bloodlust in the woman's eyes.
Qiao Ran was unconscious on the sofa, and a woman immediately walked out of the closet.
I saw that the woman looked exactly like Qiao Ran, and she easily stuffed Qiao Ran into a dummy clothes hanger.
When Wen Shiyu came out, she saw 'Qiao Ran' putting her dress on the dummy hanger and putting it in the cart.
"The staff came to collect your clothes. I couldn't wash them for you myself, but I carefully put your dress on the dummy stand and put it into the cart myself to prevent the staff from accidentally damaging your dress.
"Qiao Ran said with a smile on his face.
When she saw Qiao Ran, who had ignored her before, he would now try to please her with a smile on his face. Wen Shiyu's face became even more arrogant.
"No matter how much you try to please me, I will never like you. You have given up on marrying my second brother."
"Your second brother and I really love each other. For your second brother, I will try my best to make you like me and accept me." Qiao Ran said with a good-tempered smile.
Although Wen Shiyu couldn't accept the sudden change of Qiao Ran, but seeing her trying to please him, Wen Shiyu felt that her vanity was greatly satisfied, but she still said something arrogantly.
"You're dreaming!"
Qiao Ran followed Wen Shiyu to the banquet hall, and naturally hooked Wen Shirun's arm.
Wen Shirun was stiffened by her enthusiastic move, but then he thought that Qiao Ran was acting in front of the public, and a happy smile appeared on his face.
Even if he is pretending to be an actor, he is still happy.
As the melodious wedding march played, the emcee announced the official start of the wedding ceremony with a passionate and powerful voice.
Until the end of a romantic wedding, there was no disturbance at the wedding.
Wen Shimo, who was sitting in the car, looked at the projection on the hotel's exterior wall and frowned.
With Xu Xueman's character, logically speaking, she would not allow this wedding to be held successfully. How could the wedding end without any trouble?
Just when Wen Shimo was thinking, he saw Qiao Ran and Wen Shirun looking at each other sweetly on the big screen.
The two seemed to be in love, and slowly approached each other until their lips touched each other.
Wen Shirun's heart suddenly tightened, and his intuition told him that this woman with the same face as Qiao Ran was not Qiao Ran.
Even if Qiao Ran fell in love with Wen Shirun, he would not kiss Wen Shirun so quickly.
At this time, Wen Shirun put his hands on Qiao Ran's shoulders and touched her dress. Wen Shimo saw that there was no butterfly birthmark on Qiao Ran's white shoulders that he remembered so deeply.
Wen Shimo's pupils suddenly cracked and showed the most panicked look of fear.
"Something happened to Qiao Ran. The person at the banquet was not Qiao Ran. Who came out of the hotel today? Show me the record of leaving the hotel." Wen Shimo asked Zhou Yu quickly.
Zhou Yu originally thought that today was a false alarm, and when he was still feeling that Wen Shimo was a little overwhelmed, his heart skipped a beat when he heard Wen Shimo's sudden voice.
"We strictly check everyone who leaves the hotel. There is no suspicious person. It is impossible for someone as big as Qiao Ran to be transferred under our eyes. Did you see it wrong?" Zhou Yu looked at Qiao Ran on the big screen.
He asked with a bright smile and some doubts.
Wen Shimo carefully checked the records of people who entered and exited the hotel at night on his laptop, and finally fixed his eyes on the group of dress dummies.
People in the upper class wear hundreds or even millions of dresses. If their dresses get dirty, they will wear them on fake model hangers and send them to be cleaned to ensure that there are no wrinkles in the clothes.
Wen Shimo looked at the dozen mannequins being moved into the container and said with deep eyes: "Qiao Ran must be hidden inside, let someone lock this car quickly!"