At this time, there are less than 24 hours left from the wedding. Unless qingmuchen flies directly to Sicily, it will be too late for the wedding ceremony.

Tong Xiyao stares at the time on her mobile phone and looks at it again and again. As time gets closer and closer, she is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Early in the morning of the wedding day, a news came from the airport that surprised all the family members.

Qingmuchen is flying to Sicily!

Like the original disappearance, he still didn't say hello to anyone, and no one knew why he suddenly changed his mind.

The Mohist on the 8th is very busy, and Mo Xi'er has been surrounded by a large group of servants since he came back.

The wedding dress that Qing Mu Chen prepares doesn't know when to send, row in her cloakroom to display, occupied most of the room space.

Her facial features are extremely delicate and ethereal. Girls like her usually don't need to be too complicated in modeling. They only need simple decoration, and the effect is even better.

From make-up to hairstyle, she didn't spend much time.

There are a lot of jewelry boxes on the dresser, from head to neck, and then to hand.

It's all prepared by qingmuchen.

I personally sent it to Mohism a few days ago.

Mo Xi'er sat in front of the dresser, opened a box, took out a necklace and looked at it.

Qingmuchen is very particular about what he chooses. Under his seemingly simple appearance, he often shows low-key luxury, which is the common feature of all his jewelry this time.

The bright diamond refracts a dazzling light under the light, which is dazzling.

Mo Xi'er quietly stares at the necklace for a long time, takes it out and wears it on his slender neck.

"All the things that young master Qing chose are very suitable for the style of young lady!" A maid who helped to take care of her hair sighed heartily.

Mo Xi'er is just staring at the time on the mobile phone, ignoring her words.

Nine hours before the wedding ceremony.

Nine long hours...

qingmuchen arrived a few minutes later.

The special plane flew all the way.

When we arrived, it was just dawn in Sicily.

Last night, no one seemed to sleep. The whole castle was brightly lit. Along the gate to the main house, all the lights turned on, as if waiting for his arrival.

Qingmuchen walked step by step in the quiet path of the garden, with long legs and staggered steps. At each step, the echo dragged on for a long time.

His figure just appeared in Mohist school, and the bodyguard at the door called Mohist Xi'er.

Mo Xi'er stands in front of the French window. His skirt is long. His clear back casts a hazy halo in the morning light. His face doesn't make waves because of his coming.

Qingmuchen strides toward this side, and the sound of footsteps reverberates in the big garden, which can be heard from a long distance.

Led by the servant, he went to the gate of Mo Xi'er. When he arrived, he slammed the door open.

In the room, a woman in white dress stands with her back to him in front of the transparent and clean glass window. The delicate lace outlines her delicate back. The wedding dress with bare back design reveals most of her flawless back. Her white skin seems to be shining in the sun, which is dazzling.

Her back curve is very soft, his carefully selected dress just right outlines her figure, as if it was tailor-made for her.

All her beauty, in the dress he chose to play to the extreme.

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