Chapter 898: Wedding (five)

Because the wedding was very low-key, even when Gu Qizhen received the news, it was also on the morning of the wedding, and it was still Ayong’s inadvertent mention.
"Boss, I am afraid there will be many people there today. Do we want to go?"
A Yong asked for the meaning of Gu Qiyu on the phone.
At this time, Gu Qizhen was using breakfast at the table. When he heard Ah Yong’s words, he stopped his movements now and his eyes sank. After a while, he asked,
I can find out the words with Mu Ling. Married people?"
In the low voice of Gu Qizhen, there was an invisible pressure, and the hand holding the newspaper was suddenly pinched.
"Yes, boss, I have checked it by the way. The groom is called Mu Lingmo. It was a person who grew up with Mu Lingshi. Before the parents died, they were orphans. When they were very young, they were raised from the orphanage. Come back, fostered in the name of Mu Tangchuan, since childhood, the relationship with Mu Lingshi is very good. Mu Nan and Wang Hui are their default relationship, and long time ago, they have been together, now also It’s just a simple ceremony. It’s just called some friends and family, so outsiders don’t know.

A Yong reported some more detailed information to Gu Qizhen.
Gu Qizhen listened, and the cold face floated with some coldness. "So, isn't the South of Mu married to marry a mound to an orphan?"
"You can say that, but the boss, this Mu Ling Mo is not a simple character. He is the first right-hand man of Mu Xiaochen. In the past few years, many things that are not convenient for him to come out are mostly done by him. And his background on the road, I am afraid it is no worse than me. When I was in B city, I heard his name from many people. Everyone called him Mog, the most powerful minion. one."
A Yong did not dare to hide, silently dumped out Gu Qi, who knew what he knew.
"Even if it is, it still can't change. He is an orphan, isn't it?"
Ayong heard such a chill from the voice of Gu Qizhen, but he did not understand why this ancient Qiqi was angry, and it seems that the attention to Mu Ling’s poetry has also passed. This Mu Ling poem is married to Mu Ling Mo, that is her freedom, why is the boss not too happy?
However, I thought so in my heart, but Ayong did not dare to ask for a voice. He had to wait silently for the next step of Gu Qizhen.
"What happened to my wife over the past two days?"
Gu Qizhen was silent for a long time, only to suppress the chill in the voice, asked in a low voice.
"It's still the same as before, there is no movement, but yesterday she seemed to call Miss Lingsha a phone call. I didn't know what was going on behind. I was very angry with my wife. The housekeeper said that the lady behind me fell off the phone directly. I want to estimate that the lady asked Miss Lingsha why she didn't go home to see her."
A bra boldly guessed.
Gu Qi’s eyes were dark and dark, hesitated, and asked,
Qi Feng should have arrived in these two days?

"Yes, the boss, I should arrive in Z City this evening. They left home yesterday. Qi Qiming sent a lot of people to escort."
"Hey, Wang Qin is dead, what else do he worry about? This Qifeng is much lucky than Qi Lei. You arrange a few smart people, just stare at the side, don't let people find out."
When Gu Qizhen said such a few words, he hanged up the phone directly.
‘Hey! ’
After hanging up the phone, Gu Qiyu threw the mobile phone in his hand, his face was a bit gloomy. He took a paper towel and wiped it off. The square housekeeper who was waiting to see him was somewhat unhappy and hurriedly greeted him. "Boss, is it not? Breakfast is not appetizing?"
"Give me a car!"
Gu Qiyu left the sentence so indifferently and went straight to the building.
Today's weather is not as good as the previous days. The hot sun is hot, and it is a rare cloudy day.
Early in the morning, Amo and Mu Ling’s villa were already very lively.
Their wedding was held on the large lawn in the villa area, which was a simple manor-style wedding.
There are not many people who come over, that is, people who are more familiar with each other. Zhou Zimo is the best man. The bridesmaid is a classmate before Mu Ling’s poetry.
At this time, everyone sitting on the grass has been quiet, and the pastor is standing in front, waiting for the newcomers to enter.
Amo’s straight black groom’s dress, standing on the side of the red carpet, was looking towards it, with a faint smile on his handsome face and his eyes full of expectations.
"The bride is here!"
The sound of the host's full expectation came, and the familiar wedding march was also played. The crowd quickly turned to look behind him. As it was seen in front of the red carpet at the end of the red carpet, Mu Ling’s poem was beautiful. The wedding dress, under the traction of Mu Tangchuan, slowly walked over the red carpet and walked forward.
Everyone stood up very tacitly, and they all looked at the bride who was slowly coming over with a smile.
Mu Xiaochen stood next to Amo at the summer night. The husband and wife also exchanged a look and smiled. Only some expectation continued to look at the slowly coming Mu Ling poem.
Zhou Zimo pushed Amo, and Amo was a little silly to pick up the bouquet from the side of the tray and greeted him in front.
"dad!"
Amo was very respectful and grateful to look at Mu Tangchuan, and then looked at the line, only to look at the veil of Mu Ling poem.
Mu Tangchuan smiled and nodded, handing over Amo's hand, put Mu Ling's hand into his hand, gently patted, and then retreated to the side.
When Amo picked up the veil of Mu Ling’s poems, the crystal in the eyes of Mu Ling’s poems began to flood.
She rubbed her wet eyes and looked down at her Amo, until Amo lowered her head and gave a kiss on the back of her hand. She was so excited that she sucked her nose and hugged him tightly.
"Go!"
Amo smiled softly and looked at her before she took her to the pastor and walked away.
The priest had smiled and waited for them all at once. When they stopped, they quickly read a greeting to them before they announced it.
When Mu Ling’s poem said ‘I am willing’, there was a round of applause from the bottom of ‘哗啦啦’...
Mu Xiaochen has always buckled the fingertips of Xia night. Seeing that Amo and Mu Ling’s poems in front have been embraced by a large number of flowers and glittering colored paper, Qing Jun’s face has also passed a touch of light. The joy, the depths of the eyes, seems to have something, has been relieved.