SUPER RICH MAN'S
Wedding Day (2)

"Sickness.." - Shout Ariana with tears that almost dripped.

"Curtain!" Reykhel scorned as he threw away his gaze while releasing the clutches of his hands, "I, Reykhel Louis Wilson hate the crybaby woman who can only cry!"

It's not my wish to get married, are you also participating? If only you hadn't acquired papa's company shares, would this marriage still have taken place?

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At 08:35 local time, they arrived at the Bell-Swiss building where television reporters were waiting outside.

The flashes from camera flashes that capture their photos are very disturbing.

Jackson immediately went down to open the door of the young master's car, as well as the safety car, they were already prepared in a position to keep no reporters from barging in.

Papa and Sena had just gotten out of the car, they developed their elegant smiles. And, occasionally Sena tried to glance forward to see Reykhel's face.

But all he saw was his rear body, the man was sturdy and sturdy, tall, wearing a limited edition super luxury outfit and there was only one, specially made for young master Reykhel only.

The two brides entered hand in hand, it was not difficult for Reykhel to perform.

He can do it with plenitude.

"Miss, young master, look this way for a moment" exclaimed the female reporter who wanted to take their photo.

Reykhel stopped his footsteps, whispering to Ariana, "Give me your smile, don't make my image spoil with that disgusting look on your eyes!"

Ariana did what Reykhel had just said, she raised her gaze at the camera and posed with a smile so sweet.

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Inside the building, an Altar had greeted them, both of them standing before the invited guests.

"Now you are officially a husband and wife, wear your wedding ring," exclaimed the slightly fat middle-aged man.

In the lower seat, Sena stared in disbelief at Reykhel, he was a man with a very handsome figure and full of charisma.

His eyes are sharp, his jaw is firm, his nose is sharp, and his lips are red.

Isn't that the ideal type of every woman?

His hands clenched tightly with indignation, he felt regret for having had sex with Andreas.

Now, his mind was filled with Reykhel's face.

"You can kiss" cried the middle-aged man again.

Ariana's heart was pounding, her hands were already very cold and she was also nervous.

Reykhel suddenly grabbed his wife's slender waist, and made Ariana almost lose her breath.

Gently, Reykhel kissed her lips, then bit her lower lip to leave a red mark.

The kiss was released, Reykhel smirked when he found Ariana's face blushing a faint red.

This is the first kiss for both.

Then Reykhel put his lips close to Ariana's ears, as if hugging her, "You must like her, right? Have gotten a kiss from me and made you instantly feel like a mistress of Louis! It's disgusting!"

Again Ariana got a severe insult from her husband, "Be aware of your limits! Don't be big-headed, I don't like women like that, especially you!"

Ariana chose to be quiet, not argue or deny, essentially she just wants today's events to end faster without adding new problems.