Chapter 802: Don't think about other men

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Chapter 802
Long Jiuyan stared at Bai Zhi, saw her tangled look, lowered her eyebrows and warned: "Do not think about other men, you are mine."
you are mine--
In the same words, she has heard countless times from another man's mouth, gentle, overbearing, even warning, Bai Zhi heart panicked countless times, but do not know why, when faced with Long Jiuyan, she did not expect That kind of throbbing.
Could it be that once she jumped too much, she pursed her lips and spread a bitter taste in her mouth.
Long Jiuyan looked at Bai Zhi's silence, and found her eyes cold and indifferent. He didn't want to see it like this. This means that she is thinking calmly without any confusion.
Obviously, she did not take him to heart.
Long Jiuyan knows that she can't be rushed now. Today, Lu Juefeng is married. As long as she passes today, everything will be easier to handle in the future. He kept reminding himself that after a few seconds of delay, he said: "Let's go to the next place."
Bai Zhi nodded, "It's almost time for dinner, let's go to Zhaifan."
"Ok."
Long Jiuyan took Bai Zhi's hand and walked under the old elm tree. Suddenly, a gust of wind came.
The blessing bag on the old tree was rattled by the wind. From time to time, the unreliable blessing bags hung by the wind.
Papa--
Bai Zhi's head was lightly smashed by a lucky bag, and she unconsciously reached out and grabbed the lucky bag.
The blessing bag rolled down her arm, it should have been thrown up for a while, and the color on it turned pale red. The lucky bag fell at her feet, and the silk at the mouth of the bag loosened, exposing a part of the note inside.
Bai Zhi picked up the lucky bag and prepared to put the note back, tied the silk thread again and let Long Jiuyan throw it back.
She glanced at the note. Through the thin, almost transparent note, she found that the handwriting on the note was familiar.
Looking at it again, suddenly, her expression froze.
Her heart contracted tightly, resisting the suffocation, and fully expanded the note. Familiar feelings pave the way.
The dragon and phoenix dance on the note showed a strong force, four or two kilograms, one by one. In the change of one by one, she could even read that the master of the word had the ingenuity of swaying and extinguishing.
Bai Zhi didn't want to blame Lu Juefeng, but she couldn't figure it out, who else in this world would write her name in such flying handwriting.
She stared at the note in her hand, her hands trembling slightly, shocked, stunned, and filled her heart, the line in front of her gradually blurred.
Long Jiuyan watched Bai Zhi picking up the lucky bag and stood stupid, some unknown. So, "What's wrong?"
He had just come to see it, and Bai Zhi quickly put away the note and stuffed it in the small bag he was carrying. "It's nothing."
"Something still has to be hidden." Long Jiuyan stared at Bai Zhi displeasedly, and he would grab the bag when he reached out.
Bai Zhi left first, and almost ran into the female toilet not far away. That's faster than the scared rabbit.
Long Jiuyan frowned, if he had read right, Bai Zhi should be crying.
But just looking at a note, she actually got her tears out, and Long Jiuyan sullenly followed her stride.
Bai Zhi walked into the bathroom cubicle and locked the door with his backhand. She immediately turned the note out of her bag and saw the contents again, and her tears burst out of her eyes.
She covered her mouth, tears fell on her hands, and soon the back of her hand was full of tears.
"Bai Zhi:
From now on, the two places will be safe.
Lu Juefeng "
Her sight fell on the final payment, and she had no chance of deceiving herself.
When did Lu Juefeng come here, what was he thinking when he wrote this sentence? With almost greedy eyes searching the writing on the note, trying to decipher his state of mind.
The two characters of Bai Zhi, he wrote very heavily, almost to scratch the note. Her eyes fell on the last word peace.
No amount of blessings are as important as peace, and the tears she finally stopped bursting into the water again.
Thinking of his wedding today, Bai Zhi smiled bitterly.
God is really timely. On this special day, she is notified in such a wonderful way: You and Lu Juefeng will never be possible.

At the same time, the top-level Evian Hotel in Jiangcheng ushered in the grand wedding of the giant Lu.
The luxury car Chen Qun paired towards the Evian Hotel. The media stood at the door of the hotel and put the camera firmly.
From time to time, military, political, business, and other veteran figures from all walks of life appeared. The reporters carefully adjusted the flashlight, fearing that their equipment would accidentally shake the eyes of these people standing at the top of the food chain.
The soft red carpet was spread all the way to the inside of the hotel, and the concierge staff guided in time, everything was so organized.
The wedding scene is dominated by pale gold, the overall feeling is luxurious and bright but it will not be exaggerated.
There are dozens of dining tables in the large auditorium that can accommodate thousands of people. The dining tables are loosely arranged but do not appear to be scattered. From the perspective of placing flowers on the dishes, they are strictly controlled by professionals.
The waiters, both men and women, are tall and outstanding.
Lu Zhenglin stood in a black suit with a serious expression, but he could see that he had a smile in his eyes more than usual.
Xu Wanning stood next to him, wearing a fuchsia velvet cheongsam, his hair was picked up and fixed with pearl hair accessories, and his ears, neck, and hands also had matching Dongzhu jewelry. Although he was middle-aged, he raised his hands gracefully and gracefully, demonstrating the role of Mrs. Rich.
"Hello, Mrs. Li, welcome."
"Mrs. Chen, long time no see."
With a smile on her face, she accurately recognized the family to which every wealthy lady belonged, and gave cordial greetings.
Grandpa Lu wore a festive golden-red Chinese costume, his white beard was trimmed again, and the leading cane in his hand was taken care of again.
Almost all guests present came to report in front of him. He was sitting closest to the stage, smiling kindly, like a mascot. Reply to everyone who congratulates, "Thank you, please take a seat."
Although it is a cookie-cutter answer, everyone has the honor on his face. Mr. Lu has stayed out in recent years. If he is not a grandson, he will never show up. It is also an honour to say a word to the old man.
In fact, this wedding is a social event.
Lu Jueyun rarely wore a formal suit, although the right arm was still hanging in front of him, but still did not damage the handsome face.
At this time, he was taking steps to greet the younger generations of the rich family.
Cheng Yan came late and saw Lu Jueyun's disabled arm with a distressed look on his face, "Jue Yun, so decent, why did you lose your arm?"
Lu Jueyun's eyes were slanted, and he gritted his teeth, "Cheng fat, my brother's happy days, don't say these unlucky words."