"Mr. Huo, everything has been arranged. The wedding can start at any time. Madam, please go to the auditorium now." Gu Sinian said.
Huo Yanxi nodded slightly to show his understanding. He glanced at Isabella, and then said to Gu Shinian: "Ask someone to take her to the auditorium and arrange a VIP seat in front of her."
Gu Sinian snapped his fingers, and a bodyguard immediately came over. He said to Ye Ruge very politely: "Miss Bella, please."
How could Ye Ruge not understand what Huo Yanxi meant? He was afraid that she would take Yan Lei away privately, so he sent a bodyguard to monitor her.
This would make Huo Yanxi look down on her. She really couldn't do anything but follow the bodyguard.
On the way to the auditorium, I happened to meet Yan Lei who was also going to the auditorium.
"Sorry, I can't find anyone right now." Ye Ruge said there was no point in being anxious now.
Yan Lei is surrounded by Huo Yanxi's bodyguards, and she can't leave even if she wants to.
But now she has given up the idea of leaving: "It doesn't matter, I still decide to continue this marriage." She patted Ye Ruge's hand: "Thank you for helping me, you don't have to worry about it next time."
After Yan Lei said these words and said nothing else, she followed Huo Yanxi's bodyguard.
Ye Ruge looked puzzled. Why did she change her attitude in the blink of an eye?
Isn't she afraid of losing her life at the wedding?
You know, at their last engagement party, it was Huo Yanxi’s Bai Yueguang Yao Man who died!
At this wedding, no one knows what will happen next...
Ye Ruge came to the auditorium. The bodyguard watched her sit in the VIP seat in the front row, and then stepped aside, not far from her.
Huo Yanxi is good enough to send a bodyguard to keep an eye on her.
The guests were all seated, and she saw Mr. Yan sitting a few seats away. There was a boy beside him, who was Yan Lei's younger brother.
She suddenly understood why Yan Lei gave up escaping from marriage.
Su Nanqiu was sitting on the other side. She was quite looking forward to the marriage between the two families.
But she still didn't bring her sweet grandson Huo Tingshen to attend Huo Yanxi's wedding. The boy didn't like to participate in such things.
After the master of ceremonies came on stage, Huo Yanxi immediately walked up, where he was waiting for the bride.
After a while, the bride appeared at the door of the auditorium. Mr. Yan, who was sitting in the VIP seat just now, arrived at her side at some unknown time, and he escorted her to Huo Yanxi.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the bride. Under the veil, her face with exquisite makeup was looming.
Before she walked onto the red carpet, Mr. Yan smiled in front of everyone, but lowered his head and warned her: "Don't put on a sad face and smile for me."
Yan Lei looked at the red carpet in front of her, feeling like she was about to go to the execution ground, how could she still laugh?
"Don't want to take Xiaoyu away?" Mr. Yan used his trump card.
Yan Lei finally made some movement, turned her eyes and glared at him angrily, and finally reluctantly curled her lips into a smile.
Mr. Yan was now satisfied and took her towards Huo Yanxi.
The distance was not far, and the closer it got to Huo Yanxi, the tighter Yan Lei's nerves became. She didn't know what danger would befall her next.
Ye Ruge also looked at Yan Lei steadily, and she could feel her nervousness and fear from a distance.
Regardless of whether Yan Lei wanted to or not, Mr. Yan finally sent her to Huo Yanxi.
After Mr. Yan said a few words to Huo Yanxi, he handed her over. At this moment, she and Huo Yanxi were the only ones standing on the stage.
Huo Yanxi saw her hands trembling slightly and couldn't help but whisper: "What are you afraid of?" He was ready, waiting for the person who ruined the wedding to appear.
Someone came up next to them with their wedding rings. Yan Lei was absent-minded. When she picked up the men's wedding ring, she didn't hold it firmly. The wedding ring fell to the ground and kept rolling down. By coincidence, the wedding ring actually rolled to Ye Ruge.