Love at First Kiss: Surrendering to my Devil Husband

Thirty limousines drove mightily to the Mid-Levels villa, and Ye Yan took the four most powerful entourages to the front silver-gray extended limited edition Rolls Royce.

It takes about forty minutes to drive from the restaurant on the sea to the villa in the middle of the mountain. In this short forty minutes, Ye Yan is unprecedentedly nervous, and sweat oozes from his palm.

He has never been so nervous before. Before, he felt that marriage was a form and responsibility for him. Now he realized that he would also have expectations. To be more precise, he cares about this wedding very much, for fear that the happiness of the hand will be lost. Fall, so he will be uneasy.

"Master, wine." Zhao Jun handed Ye Yan a glass of fierce vogat.

Ye Yan took the wine and took a sip: "Open the window."

Zhao Jun opened the car window, and the breeze outside the window was blowing on his face. Ye Yan's mood gradually calmed down. He looked at the scenery outside the window and felt that all of this was real, not a dream, and his lips raised a slightly relieved smile. I was about to regain my gaze, but suddenly found that his wedding was broadcast live on the huge LCD TV in the department store building next to the street. In the camera, the old lady Ye was announcing the marriage of Ye Yan and Lan Qianyu to the world, and also introduced the wedding arrangement to reporters. Scenes.

"Drive slowly." Ye Yan said immediately.

Zhao Jun immediately conveyed the order, the convoy slowed down, and Ye Yan stared at the huge TV screen and muttered to herself: "Grandpa has even summoned reporters from well-known media from various countries and broadcast it live?"

Zhao Jun smiled and said: "Haha, Master, it seems that today's wedding will be seen by people all over the world. The old man should be afraid that you will run away again. He is really well-intentioned."

Ye Yan retracted his gaze and closed the window to let the driver speed up.

Zhao Jun found that Ye Yan was very thoughtful and thoughtful. Zhao Jun couldn't help but wondered: "Master, what are you worried about? The wedding is about to take place. Isn't it good for people all over the world to see it?"

Ye Yan lowered his eyes and was silent for a few seconds before decisively commanding: "Pass the order, let everyone be more vigilant and watch Xiao Han and Lei Lie carefully. As long as they have any abnormal behavior, report it to me immediately."

"Yes!" Zhao Jun immediately conveyed the order, but he still felt that Ye Yan was too worried. This is the United States. How dare Xiao Han and Lei Lie make a mistake? What's more, Ye Yan has already arranged well. Why worry so much? This is probably a mess if you care.

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The road went smoothly. It was only 9:30 when I arrived at the Villa in the Mid-Levels. Many media reporters gathered around the greenway of the villa.

Ye Yan's convoy drove into the Mid-Levels Villa area, and the reporters immediately took pictures frantically, but although they were very urgent, they were very orderly. They all stood outside the yellow line and did not cross the border for half a step.

When he got out of the car, Ye Yan wore brown sunglasses, and a tailor-made white suit set off his slender and straight body. He had an inherent noble temperament and an unstoppable domineering. Don't dare to offend.

Zhao Jun and more than two hundred waiters stood in two rows, respectfully welcoming his arrival.

The reporters kept taking pictures and asking questions outside the cordon. Ye Yan ignored it and walked straight into the villa courtyard and ordered Zhao Jun: "Check the identities of those reporters and don't let any suspicious elements come in."

"Yes, master." Zhao Jun immediately called to arrange for someone to check.

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Ye Yan walked into the villa and went straight to the room on the second floor. Lan Qianyu had changed her wedding dress and sat in front of the dressing table. The famous makeup artist was doing makeup for her. He looked at her from the mirror as breathtakingly beautiful. Face, heartbeat, slamming speed...