Xie Lixuan was also very uncomfortable in his heart, frowning and said coldly: "The daughter of the dignified president, marrying someone to make a nouveau riche style is really unsightly!" ”

These words were a little sour and very ugly, but they strangely soothed Ning Yuewei's heart.

Yes, it's just a nouveau riche, and Mu Zi is just that!

"Maybe it's a local custom, I don't understand the rules of Jingling, I always have to show off my wealth to feel face." Ning Yuewei said calmly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Don't you usually say that, the more people who lack something, the more they love to show something." ”

The poorer you are, the more you want the world to recognize your financial resources, and you can't wait to throw out a lot of cash to show off, and the final result will only be laughable and generous.

Ning Yuewei was sure in her heart that Mu Zi married a vulgar nouveau riche, so she would deliberately show off so much at the wedding, she was psychologically balanced, but looking at the excitement over there, she still couldn't help but be pantothenic acid in her heart.

……

The convoy of wedding cars drove on the road for about 20 minutes.

For a full twenty minutes, the "rain of flowers" has not stopped. Situ Yan wanted to rush to the front to pull Murong Cheng down and ask him where he got so much money, but now Situ Yan couldn't take care of it.

He was on the phone all the way.

Call the head of the Emergency Preparedness Agency, the Ministry of Transportation, the Emergency Center, etc., and ask them to be prepared for any unexpected situation that may arise at any time.

There is no danger.

I don't know if God blesses, in the case of a large crowd of people gathered and frantically throwing money, there was no stampede, and there were no casualties, I was really lucky.

Situ Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally arrived at the place, he just got out of the car and was surrounded by reporters again!

The guards stopped the swarming media reporters a few meters away, but they couldn't stop the cameras and cameras from shooting wildly!

Countless microphones shoved.

"Your Excellency, did you conceal the identity of the groom out of some political consideration?!"

"Will your policy restrictions on the gambling industry be affected by this marriage?"

"How did Ling Qianjin meet the directors of the Mooshi Group? How long have they known each other? ……”

Situ Yan was puzzled at first, but he was stunned when he listened, and his brain seemed to suddenly knot, messed into mud, and he couldn't think.

What's going on?

What is the Mousse Group? …… That Murong Cheng, isn't his surname Murong?

Don't......

Situ Yan's face turned pale little by little.

If it's that M Group...... If it is the Mu Group that swallowed the gambling industry in Xianghai City, the Mu Group that actively bids in Parrot Bay, and the ...... The most illegal and undisciplined Mousse Group!

Can't think about it anymore!

There was only one thought left in Situ Yan's mind: how good it would be if he was just a little white face!

Compared with the stunned Situ Yan, Murong Cheng walked leisurely and looked relaxed.

Today is his wedding day, and no matter how much the reporters bombard, he is still in a very good mood.

"Today I will only talk about marriage, and I will not answer all other questions." Murong Cheng took Mu Zi's hand and said with a smile.

There was an exceptionally shrewd reporter in the crowd, who immediately asked in a loud voice, "Mr. Mu!" What led to the union between you and Miss Szeto? ”

"That's a very good question." Murong Cheng smiled, walked over with long legs, took the microphone, and looked back into Mu Zi's eyes, "There is only one reason for our union, and that is - I, love, you!" ”

The lights flickered, and all the cameras were focused on the newcomers who were looking at each other.

Reporters were so hungry and thirsty that they frantically pressed the shutter so they could snap pictures to use as headlines tomorrow.

Not far away, Ning Yuewei stood by the door like a stiff stone, staring at Murong Cheng's familiar face in disbelief, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

It's Huo Rong!

Mu Zi actually married the richest and most powerful man in the south, Huo Rong!

There was a crunch click.

Ning Yuewei's delicate nail art was broken, and she didn't know it, her face was snow-white.