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Chapter six hundred and thirtieth back to him

This is Fang Chiyu.

Walking at the front was King Shanta. Although she had never seen King Shanta, his majestic aura was impossible to ignore.

Probably because it was his daughter's engagement ceremony, he had a smile on his face and looked very good.

Follow him three steps away.

Fang Chiyu and Maureen walked over hand in hand. Maureen's appearance was familiar to her, but Fang Chiyu felt very strange.

His face was still the same, but his expression was unsmiling, with a hint of calmness that made people afraid to approach him.

He is no longer the obedient little brother she remembered.

Suddenly, Fang Chiyu didn't know if he felt something, but his eyes suddenly looked over.

When their eyes met, Jiang Nuo's body moved slightly. At this moment, her waist suddenly tightened, and a strong hand held her tightly to his side. The force was so strong that her waist tightened.

Her attention was instantly withdrawn, and she raised her eyes to glance at the man next to her, her eyes a little dissatisfied.

She was dissatisfied, and Suleiman was even more dissatisfied.

In front of him, I went to see if other men cared about him.

He snorted coldly, his expression very ugly.

Jiang Nuo couldn't care less about him being jealous here. She was just worried about Fang Chiyu and turned her head back.

But Fang Chiyu had already looked away and didn't look at her again.

Yang Yiyi stood sadly, looking at Fang Chiyu and then Jiang Nuo, knowing that she had no hope at all, and she didn't even get a look.

"Don't get involved." Suleiman's deep warning suddenly sounded in his ears.

Jiang Nuo twisted his body, a little angry.

She could ignore others, but those were the friends she had grown up with, so how could she be indifferent?

As soon as her body moved, Suleiman increased the strength of his palms. With a little force, he held her firmly in his arms, unable to move at all.

Jiang Nuo had no choice but to cling to him and look worriedly in Fang Chiyu's direction.

But she felt helpless for a while. At this time and on this occasion, she could do nothing, and her expression instantly turned gloomy.

Suleiman saw her feeling sad for another man, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't do anything at this time.

At this moment, King Shanta began to speak.

Then a royal master of ceremonies began to guide the two people. These scenes were all broadcast live. There was no joy like ordinary people's engagement, but there was solemnity everywhere.

After the exchange of rings, Maureen and Fang Chiyu began to toast one by one.

As Maureen's elder, Suleiman soon had his turn.

"Thank you Uncle Lyman for coming to my engagement party. I'd like to propose a toast to you." Maureen said with a happy smile on her face, without any abnormalities.

Suleiman glanced at her and didn't take it seriously. The royal family was accustomed to making appearances.

"It should be." Suleiman turned around and accepted the glass of wine handed over by Anthony.

He clinked Maureen's cup, then put it to his lips and took a sip.

After Maureen finished her toast, it was Fang Chiyu's turn.

But Fang Chiyu was absent-minded for a moment. Jiang Nuo was standing next to Suleiman. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on her.

There was sadness and pain in his eyes, but there was also firm determination.

Everything he does will be rewarded, and Jiang Nuo will definitely be rescued from Suleiman's clutches.

Jiang Nuo opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but before she could say anything, she felt a pain in her waist and was pinched hard by Suleiman. She then closed her mouth obediently.

Before Jiang Nuo could say anything, disappointment flashed across Fang Chiyu's face.

Seeing that Fang Chiyu was not in the right state, Maureen chuckled and handed a glass of red wine to him in person. She chuckled and said, "What are you thinking about? Why don't you toast to Uncle Lyman quickly?"

Fang Chiyu could only calm down and slowly took the glass of wine.

But it weighed heavily on his heart.

He raised his eyes to look at Suleiman, with irrepressible resentment in his eyes. He almost tried his best to allow himself to speak calmly.

"Uncle Lyman, let me toast you."

Nono, just wait, I will set you free one day and come back to me.

Suleiman glanced at him condescendingly, touched the cup to him gently, put it to his lips meaningfully, but did not drink.

Fang Chiyu saw it and felt angry. He hated someone so much, but the other person didn't take him seriously at all. Only those who have experienced this kind of frustration can understand what it feels like.

The wine in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he didn't want to drink it at all.

There was a stalemate for a while, and Maureen was afraid of making a joke, so she had to remind her in a low voice: "Chiyu, are everyone in the country of Greece looking at us now?"

Every word and deed represents the face of the royal family and cannot be wrong.

Fang Chiyu understood, but he still felt aggrieved, so he drank the wine in one gulp obediently.

After the two of them finished drinking, they went to toast other people, and the dignitaries from other countries also came over one by one.

After Fang Chiyu left, Jiang Nuo's whole mood seemed to be depressed.

Suleiman snorted coldly, with a very unhappy tone.

Jiang Nuo couldn't care less after hearing this. He continued to lower his head and said nothing, but he was thinking in his heart that judging from Fang Chiyu's expression just now, he must be willing.

If it was because of feelings, it would be fine, but if it was because of what she had done, she would never be able to face it calmly.

But she had a faint feeling in her heart that he was doing it for her.

The scene was solemn and solemn, but Jiang Nuo felt that the air was heavy, which made her heart feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, she thought of something and turned around to look. Yang Yiyi had tears in her eyes, looking at the direction where Fang Chiyu was going, with a look of death on her face.

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Her heart moved. Compared to her, Yang Yiyi was the one who suffered the most.

Her feelings for Fang Chiyu are real.

Just when she felt very uncomfortable, a line of sight suddenly fell on her.

She raised her eyes sensitively and met a pair of blue eyes. These blue eyes were different from others. They were not pure blue, but tinged with blue-green.

Blue eyes are a symbol of the Greek royal family, and he is also a man in his forties.

I saw her looking over and smiling friendly, then I looked away.

She turned around in confusion, pulled Suleiman's sleeve, and asked quietly: "Suleiman, who was that person just now?"

Although Suleiman was angry, he still looked after her. Hearing this, he followed her line of sight and stared at the other person. A dangerous light flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "That's Prince Lauren."

A person he had never seen through.
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