Ouyang Fen, who was sitting next to Qin Guan, covered his unreliable cousin's mouth with his hand before the guests could gather around to watch them.
If he had the guts to kidnap the bride during the wedding, Ouyang would have praised him for being a real man.
However, Qin Guan was moaning and doing nothing, which made him feel disgusted.
Besides, the girl he liked had never even looked at him. His new clothing company was still in need of Qin Guan's help.
That was right. Ouyang was no longer as fearless as a newborn calf. He didn't have the courage to fight against Qin Guan, who was the same age as him.
Ever since Qin Guan had entered the film and television industry, Ouyang, who had struggled hard in the modeling circle, had discovered his own limitations.
This was his personal label, and it was also the reason why he couldn't become famous.
The trend of the fashion circle had taken a strange turn in the past few years.
Regardless of whether it was in the Chinese modeling industry or the top fashion industry abroad, the requirements for models were no longer round and round. Instead, fashion models with their own characteristics were more favored.
In the words of designers and critics, models were more high-end.
Although Ouyang had been an A-level model in the circle, he had realized that his path had become narrower and narrower after several years of hard work.
Male models, who were easily recognizable, had started to show their outstanding talents and become more popular with brands.
Therefore, this proud but not stupid man finally started his own business with so many years of accumulation.
For a model, the simplest business was the management of clothing and fashion products.
What better way to show the success of a senior model than managing his own fashion brand?
What else could make people feel happier physically and mentally than being their own boss and endorsing their own products?
As a result, Ouyang Fen had his own clothing company with his own trademark and brand. A new brand called O appeared in front of everyone.
For the sake of the brand, Ouyang had investigated the people around Qin Guan and his connections in the fashion circle. He had avoided J Clothing's casual chain stores and Qin Guan's high-end fashion stores.
Instead, it positioned itself as a niche, high-end alternative clothing design point, a bit like the Chinese-designed Hongying, or the gradually popular linen clothing independent stores in China.
O, on the other hand, was a trendy shop opened by punk, dark, and gothic youths who were more modern and unconventional in their pursuit of novelty.
Even if it wasn't for the wedding, Ouyang Fen would still have wanted to meet Qin Guan, who he hadn't seen for years and hadn't changed his contact number.
If not for anything else, it would be enough for her to show up at his brand launch or say something pertinent about his clothing design.
But what was the situation now? Ouyang Fen covered his cousin's mouth, which was still spitting saliva, and wanted to cry but had no tears.
When he turned around to look at Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei, who were trying hard to hold back their laughter, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.
"Oh my god! Why did you bite me? "
Ouyang Fen covered his palm, which had a few obvious bite marks, and saw the next scene that left him dumbfounded.
The newlyweds on the stage had finished exchanging rings. Xue Wanyi had heard Ou Qiang's cries.
As she walked down the stage, she couldn't care less about throwing the bouquet of flowers in the direction of the women to show her blessings.
She decided to teach this lawless man a lesson at her wedding.
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The bouquet of white roses was like a feather duster.
The pure white petals fell one after another, causing the surrounding people to be momentarily stunned. However, they burst into laughter amidst the indifferent greetings.
"My wife, leave it to me. Be careful of hurting your hand. This flower has thorns!"
The groom, Yin Changtao, took the bouquet that Xue Wanyi had only whipped once. With the fastest whipping speed of his life, he ended the bouquet of white roses, its final fate.
Clap, clap, clap!
On the shaking branches, only a few bare leaves were left. The petals on the leaves floated down and landed on the culprit, Ou Qiang.
Sister Xue didn't feel satisfied though. She gestured to Yin Changtao, who was now her official husband, and took the lonely stalk from him.
"Take it, Ou Qiang. I won't throw flowers to my best friend today. I'll make an exception for you, Ou Qiang. "
"You have been my good friend for so many years. I'll give this bouquet to you out of selfishness. "
"Take it and find a good man to marry."
Ou Qiang had been howling for so long, but Xue Wanyi didn't regard him as a man at all.
Ou Qiang, who had received countless points of damage, was covered in a shower of petals. He held the lone branch and watched the two people leave with smiles on their faces as they received everyone's blessings. His tears flowed uncontrollably.
You love someone, but that person is not necessarily the right person for you.
The person you once missed dearly, the person who broke your heart for her, in the blink of an eye, has already put on someone else's wedding dress.
Even the most heart-wrenching love in this world would have a moment when the song ends and the person disperses.
What isn't yours, in the end, can't be caught, can't be kept, can't be wrapped around.
It will only hurt your body and make you sad.
It's better to let go and let time and trifles heal everything. Love yourself more.
...
Ouyang Fen patted his cousin on the shoulder. In this silent tears, a wedding that belonged to another lucky man ended.
Under the supervision of his agent, Qin Guan started to read the scripts that had been piled up like a mountain.
Wang Liying knew that Qin Guan was reluctant to do the job, but he had to finish it. It was the task Sister Xue had given him before his honeymoon.
As a girl who had been promoted and given a raise, the job meant a lot to her, so she tried her best to dissuade him.
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