Chapter 449 - Side By Side

Chapter 449 - Side By Side

On the other side of the shop, Lu Beixiao still cared about that guy's shameless confession. Even a kiss did not calm him down.
"It's a confession from that little punk. How do you feel about it? Tell me honestly!" he said seriously. He pulled her away from his arms and stood her in front of him.
This time, it was Ye Qiao's turn to be speechless!
Forget it, I'll just say what I have to say.
"I was shocked and surprised and I want to beat him up," she lowered her head and said honestly, "Brother Xiao! This is the truth! How could I have any feelings for him?"
Now that she thought about it carefully, she realized that cheap slut did seem to have such feelings for her in the past.
She said that he wanted to support her when she earned money.
His nickname on MSN was also suspicious. She used Queen while he used King.
When he heard that her aunt was in pain, he did something that touched her. When he arrived at the entrance of the military compound, he called her and asked her to go to the entrance to get medicine.
Cheap bastard, I really want to beat him up for this.
"Give him an invitation to the wedding banquet," Lu Beixiao's handsome face darkened as he said coldly.
???
Ye Qiao looked at him in surprise.
She instantly understood what the jealous man meant. He wanted to torture cheap bastard to death by watching them walk down the aisle.
"Please! Please!" Ye Qiao was very reluctant.
On the other side, Ye Cheng and Hua Rui were talking and laughing.
Although Young Master Ye was from a famous family, he was humble. He called Hua Rui, 'Little Hua' and 'little sister'. However, after the other two employees came, he didn't treat them as kindly. After all, Hua Rui had interacted with him when they were in Province Y.
"Our Young Master Ye is trying to take advantage of the situation!" Lu Beixiao got into the car and said to Ye Cheng, who was sitting in the back row after sending Ye Qiao to school.
He was still full of smiles.
"Young master Lu, what are you talking about?" Ye Cheng was confused.
"Shu Yu is gone but theres always Hua Rui," he mocked as he drove.
"What a joke! I love Hua Rui because I love my little sister. In the eyes of a hooligan, everything is dirty!" Ye Cheng retorted.
He treated Hua Rui as his sister.
The corners of Lu Beixiao's mouth curled up. He did not comment. He was waiting for Young Master Ye to be slapped in the face in the future!
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In the last few days of September, Ye Qiao had quite a lot of homework. She had no choice but to take two days off and she was also busy taking wedding photos.
Lu Beixiao hired a professional photography team to take two sets of photos in the room and then went out for outdoor photography. Ye Qiao wanted to have the feeling of someone from her pure white school days all the way to the wedding hall. She and Lu Beixiao wore white shirts, jeans and canvas shoes. They looked like energetic middle school students. They went to the campus and took a series of outdoor photos.
They also took photos of various scenes in the courtyard.
The enlarged picture frame was made on the eve of their wedding and hung on the headboard of their bed.
"Brother Xiao, how does it look? I really want to sneak home and take a look!" Ye Qiao held the cordless phone in her hand and talked on the phone, feeling lovesick.
She was in her grandmother's small house at the moment. She had been staying here for the past four or five days. Her grandmother said that this was called staying in the boudoir.
For a daughter who was about to get married, she had to stay in the boudoir until she got married. She would not meet the man and she would not stay in the man's house.
This was going to be a tough for the couple.
She had to make long phone calls every night.
"A handsome man and beautiful woman, what do you think?" Lu Beixiao stood at the end of the bed and looked at the wedding photo at the head of the bed. The corners of his mouth curled up as he said confidently. His gaze had always been on the bride who was wearing a white veil. Beside the bride was him who was dressed in a dashing suit.