After getting the mobile phone and SIM card, Ouyang Hao’s first call was still to Lin Yixun, but the result was the same: Lin Yixun’s phone was always off. Then, he dialed Mu Chen’s number.
"Brother, your call is really timely. I have something to tell you. I’ve found out what you asked me to investigate last time, but..."
"The result may not be what you want. Are you sure you want to know the answer?"
"Just say it. My leg is injured, but my nerves aren’t weak."
"That’s good. According to the information I received, not long ago, Lin Yixun’s mother was transferred to Shengde Hospital, and during this period, Lin Yixun has been at Shengde Hospital almost every day. And every day at six in the afternoon, a black car picks her up from Shengde Hospital."
"Yes, a black car. Hao, do you know who owns that black car? It’s Leng Yixiu! Hello, Hao, are you still listening?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a long time, Mu Chen heard Ouyang Hao’s low voice, "Is the information reliable?"
"Brother, you should know how I do things. If it wasn’t reliable information, would I tell you? Besides, this is not just any information."
Ouyang Hao hung up the phone in a daze. If his brother was lying to him, then what about Mu Chen’s words?
No, he doesn’t believe it! Yixun wouldn’t do such a thing. Yixun would never do this!
Lin Yixun had a very long, long dream. In the dream, she held her father’s hand, stepping forward on the red carpet to the beautiful music. Opposite them, Ouyang Hao wore a black tailcoat, looking at her with a smile in his eyes.
His smile was extremely beautiful, like a spring breeze, warming her entire heart.
"Miss Lin Yixun, do you take Mr. Ouyang Hao to be your husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, to love, cherish, and respect, until death do you part?"
"Mr. Ouyang Hao, do you take Miss Lin Yixun to be your wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, to love, cherish, and respect, until death do you part?"
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"Now, the groom may kiss the bride."
The man’s body leaned forward, slowly approaching her. The warm breath hit Lin Yixun’s face. The corners of Lin Yixun’s lips slowly lifted. She slightly raised her chin and looked up at the man in front of her.
She wanted to remember this moment, this holy moment.
But just as she looked up, the man’s handsome face suddenly changed, replaced in an instant by a cold, indifferent face.
"Lin Yixun, Lin Yixun, if you want to be with him, shouldn’t you ask me first?"
The man had a smile on his lips, but it was extremely cold, like a devil from hell, as if he was about to tear her apart at the next moment.
The piercing sound of tearing fabric instantly echoed throughout the chapel.