Yuan Qingling could tell at a glance that Lao Wu was timid and stubborn.
He has been here before, but his knowledge of things here is very limited, and he doesn't even know basic common sense, let alone talk about major international events once guests from Mr. Hui's side come.
Then he would basically be speechless.
And this is the wedding he has been looking forward to.
He didn't want such unpleasant things to happen.
Yuan Qingling decided that when she went to visit Hui Zong tomorrow, she would ask Hui Zong to compromise and just hold a small wedding for her relatives and friends to attend.
The Emperor, who used to talk about having a grand wedding, has now changed his tune. In fact, he is worried about the same as Lao Wu, not being able to communicate with others for fear of embarrassment.
The next day, Yuan Qingzhou drove everyone to Hui Zongye's house.
This bus has come in handy now. At least, everyone can keep a certain distance from Xu Yi. Even if they can hear his voice, they won't smell the pungent smell.
The car passed through a bustling commercial street. Today happened to be the weekend and the street was quite lively. Guangzhou is an international metropolis, and this commercial street is considered to be the most expensive and prosperous street in Guangzhou. There are many famous shops and it has a strong taste of money.
Stopping at the traffic light and waiting for the traffic light for nearly a minute, Xu Yi could finally lie down on the window and watch the people coming and going outside.
After watching for a while, he said sadly: "I vomited out the hallucination. I actually felt that there were two people who looked very much like Prince Anfeng and Princess Anfeng."
After hearing this, everyone looked in the direction he pointed. Among the bustling crowd, two people stood out. This was mainly because they were holding many things in their hands, all of which were bags from big-name stores. Except for the bags on their arms,
, there are still two or three hanging around his neck, but he is able to walk out with a wanton and arrogant pace despite being overwhelmed by so many famous brands.
I couldn't see the front face, only the side face. There were big sunglasses on the side face. The two of them almost looked at each other as they walked to the road and wanted to cross the traffic light to pass the Gucci store opposite.
Seven or eight heads stretched out from the car window, looking at them intently, as if they were trying to identify whether they were Prince Anfeng and his wife.
The two wealthy customers were crossing the road slowly with their heads held high, but the woman glanced at the bus and glanced at the head sticking out of the bus, and the word "fuck" came from her lips.
Overflowed, and then the two of them quickly crossed the road and were submerged in the sea of people.
"Is it them? Is it?" The Supreme Emperor rubbed his eyes and thought it looked like him, but since he didn't see his face, he wasn't sure, especially because his clothes and hairstyle were different.
"This... I'm not sure!" Yu Wenhao had just seen it and was not sure. It felt like it, but then he shook his head, "It can't be them. They are in Beitang. I'm here.
At that time, I heard that they lived in Meizhuang."
The first assistant and the eighteenth sister are not sure, but it does look like it, but it is impossible to think about it. How can they be here? It's not that they don't know how to come, but at this time, he should be in Beitang.
After all, everyone is here.
But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that even if they were not in Beitang now, it would not be a big problem. It was a time when the world was at peace.
Yu Wenhao looked at Yuan Qingling, "Did you see it? Do you think it looks like them?"
Yuan Qingling said apologetically: "I was looking at my phone just now and didn't see it."