Chapter 39 The farmhouse music is very impressive.
Wen Lang laughed. He wore gun-colored glasses today. The thin metal frame did not look dull, but added a touch of nobility. After getting in the car, he picked up the document and read it.
Er's eyes still fell on the document.
Jiang Yan stared at him, waiting for his answer. Then he put down the document in his hand and looked up at her, "You'll know when we get there."
"Can't you just say it?" Jiang Yan didn't like that he liked to play riddles.
Wen Lang pondered for a moment and then said: "I'm still worried that this battle is too small."
Jiang Yan was speechless.
What can I say? I can only say that we don’t understand the world of rich people.
Jiang Hao's wedding was held in a manor on the outskirts of the city, instead of choosing a conventional hotel.
Jiang Yan watched the car drive into the manor and made a long circle before stopping in front of a villa.
She and Wen Lang arrived not too early (it's all Wen Lang's fault!), and there were already many vehicles parked in the manor. Fortunately, the place was large enough so it didn't seem crowded.
The team of secretaries from the car in front got out before the car had completely stopped and came over to open the door for Wen Lang and Jiang Yan.
When Jiang Yan got out of the car, she smelled the fragrance of flowers.
Compared to holding the wedding in the hotel hall, Jiang Yan prefers this place.
Wen Lang probably sensed Jiang Yan's liking for this place, so he sneered slightly and said, "The farmhouse entertainment is very lively."
The mouth is too damaged.
Jiang Yan scolded him in her heart, but she couldn't help but laugh.
Jiang Hao and the bride Xu Jiayi were standing at the door to greet the guests. There were also some men and women standing beside them, all of whom were college classmates Jiang Yan knew.
Wen Lang raised his eyebrows at Jiang Yan, and Jiang Yan wisely stepped forward to hold his arm.
Whether it's Wen Lang or Jiang Yan, they will attract attention when they appear here, not to mention that they come together.
Even before Jiang Yan got closer, he could feel the breathless concentration of his former classmates.
The shoes she wore today had high heels, so she walked slowly.
When they arrived at the door, Jiang Hao's parents just came out to greet him. Jiang's father said, "Wen Lang, am I going to change my name to you, Mr. Wen?"
Jiang Hao's father looks very similar to Jiang Hao and is very easy to recognize, but his figure is not as strong as Jiang Hao's.
She smiles very kindly, but Jiang Hao's mother looks serious. Even with a smile, she has a sense of majesty.
Wen Lang showed an appropriate expression and said, "Jiang Yuan, you are too polite. My father is not in good health. He asked me to come and say sorry to you today, but he will not come."
Jiang Yuan nodded, "That's right. If I were him, I wouldn't be in the mood to attend the junior's wedding." After saying this, he turned to look at Jiang Yan, "Who is this...?"
"My wife." Wen Lang said calmly, "Originally we were going to hold a wedding, but due to the current situation, we can only postpone it, which has wronged her."
Jiang Yuan was convinced, "You should, you should, go in quickly, many old friends are here today, and they all want to meet you."
Wen Lang led Jiang Yan inside and passed Jiang Hao and Xu Jiayi without even looking at them.
Entering the auditorium, your eyes are filled with red roses.
Even though Jiang Yan had no expectations for today's wedding, she was still shocked when she saw so many red roses. Many people despise red roses as tacky, but Jiang Yan has always liked them. She loves them strongly and unrestrainedly.
The auditorium was carefully decorated with red roses decorated in every corner.
Under the huge retro palace-style crystal lamp, there are two rows of long tables. On the table are unique candle holders with dots of red candlelight.
The intense red color filled the entire auditorium, making it festive, lively, romantic...and full of aggression.
Just like that person Jiang Hao, rushing towards me, crazy and wanton, suffocating.