Sweet Wife, be Good!

Thousand Island Lake Villa.

Designers shuttled back and forth, measuring sizes and trying on dresses for Shen Muhan and his fiancée.

The whole villa is very lively.

However, Shen Muhan's face did not see any joy.

After a while, in the designer team, a female designer stood in front of Shen Muhan.

He was lowering his eyes, and the designer arranged his collar and cufflinks for him.

He has lost a lot of weight, but he is better than shoulder-width and long-legs, and he can still hold up the dress very well, which is extremely appropriate and powerful.

Every inch of clothing wraps his body line just right, showing his unparalleled aura.

Xia Jiu's hand was stagnant, and Shen Muhan raised his eyes and saw her pale face.

"It's you." Shen Muhan frowned suspiciously.

He had been wondering what was on his mind just now, and he didn't care who the designer was.

Xia Jiu's complexion was whiter than usual, almost transparent, without any blemishes, and the pink at the end of her eyes appeared to be extra heavy.

Xia Jiu whispered: "I told myself before that as long as you are alive, your wedding gown will be designed and made by myself.... No matter who you are married to."

She clenched the button slightly with her fingers, and then released it again: "Do you think there is anything wrong with Young Master Han?"

In the mirror, he has a long body and a well-groomed appearance, and there is nothing wrong with him.

Probably the only impropriety is the choice of his bride.

"Sure," he said quietly.

Xia Jiu opened his mouth and finally plucked up the courage to ask: "So... how long have you been together?"

"Is this important?" he asked rhetorically.

Xia Jiu bit her lip: "So when you usually see me, is the joy you show fake?"

"Miss Xia, you are my old love after all. I don't seem surprised to see that you still have feelings left behind?"

The man's voice was particularly deserted, and now there was only an endless sense of alienation in his ears.

Xia Jiu lowered her eyes, her long hair fell, and she reached out her hand and stroked it back, "Why didn't you reject me the night of the movie?"

She was full of hope at the time, and she explained to him the causes and consequences of Gu's father and mother's incident.

But he didn't hear a word, did he?

Or does he use her as a dispensable spare tire a long time ago?

She looked at Shen Muhan, wanting to find a clear answer.

Shen Muhan was so busy, sorting out his cufflinks: "I'm not Liu Xiahui. It's normal that I don't have any immunity to actively throwing arms and hugs."

"In that case, do you feel worthy of your fiancée?"

"I told you that I have a wife, and you entangled me."

Xia Jiu's blood surged, his face flushed.

Thinking back to seeing him all sorts of times, it was indeed my own wishful thinking.

And he just cooperated passively.

He originally refused to tell himself his true identity.

Maybe everything, on his side, has been buried three years ago.

Only oneself still clings to those past emotions.

His love is intense and hot, like a flame, when it burns, it is all stinging and burning, and everything passes, only ashes remain.

Only she was still looking forward to the long flow of water until she died.

Xia Jiu gritted his teeth to hold back the crystal clear eyes, and Shen Muhan said indifferently: "Does this button need to be dealt with?"

It seems that the communication between the two people just now is just a discussion about the product between the customer and the designer.

Xia Jiu lowered his eyes to look at the button.

A woman walked in, and Xia Jiu subconsciously raised her eyes to look at her. She was indifferent, and smiled slightly.

It's the woman in the wedding photo. It's not very beautiful, but it has no charm.

Xia Jiu felt shameless, so she did such a thing, seduce her fiancé, and face her directly.

Even today he ran to find Shen Muhan.

In fact, she had thought that this was a situation that Shen Muhan had arranged to humiliate herself for a while with resentment. As long as she said two good words, he would be fine.

But when the living fiancee stood in front of her, Xia Jiu could no longer deceive herself.

Everything is true, and I have too much wishful thinking.

"Isn't it okay?" the girl asked.

"Go to the room and wait for me first." Shen Muhan said softly, his voice is not so gentle, but it is definitely gentler than talking to Xia Jiu just now.

She turned and walked towards Shen Muhan's bedroom.

Xia Jiu held her mind and her fingers steady, but the needle still poked her fingertips several times, and finally dealt with the flaw of the last button.

With red eyes, she packed up and left.

She couldn't help turning around again. She glanced at Shen Muhan. He was tall and lonely, but Xia Jiu really wanted to go up and give him a hug. Thinking of his fiancee, Xia Jiu knew that everything was over. .

"and many more."

When Xia Jiu turned his head and left, Shen Muhan stopped her.

Xia Jiu paused and tried to keep his back straight.

At this time, she naturally wouldn't expect him to change his mind.

She also didn't want to see a half-hearted performance by a man.

But she... really wanted to stay with him so much that her thoughts were mixed and she couldn't figure it out for a while.

"this is for you."

When she heard a sound behind her, she turned around and first saw her four-leaf clover earrings, which were the things she accidentally left behind with him that night.

Then, under the earrings, there was a check for 20 million.

When he gave her, the gestures and gestures were the same as when he gave her a check for the first time.

Even the amount has not changed.

The thoughts in Xia Jiuman's mind suddenly became smooth.

The surging blood also turned cold.

The things he gave were extremely humiliating and humiliating, and people who knew each other best knew how to hurt each other's hearts.

Her eyes were sparkling, the corners of her lips were smiling, and she took it with her hands: "Thank you, Master Han."

After speaking, she turned and strode away, this time without looking back.

Until I met Xiaoshi Xiaoxi in the yard.

They hugged Xia Jiu's legs.

"We have to leave with Mommy too!" Xiao eleven said cryingly, "We don't live with bad dad!"

"Well, we will all follow you!"

Xia Jiu's heart was so soft and painful, she didn't know what to say for a while.

She won't look for Shen Muhan again, but she really can't let go of these two children.

She looked at Feng Ying on the side: "Please tell your young master that the child belongs to me. Since he is about to get married, it is better to let them be raised by me."

Feng Ying looked at them for a while, then went upstairs, and then came to pass a message: "Young Master said, since they want to leave, don't come back if they leave."

These words were passed to Xiao Shi Xiao eleven.