Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 87 Xiaobie wins the newlyweds

After more than two minutes, Shen Zhiliang hung up the phone, got up and seemed to be leaving.

He looked at Yu Xia who was dozing off, and his voice was as gentle as usual when he coaxed her, "Listen to the doctor, take good care of your illness, and go back to the set when you have a cold."

Yu Xia opened his eyes, and the man was standing in front of the hospital bed. His peach blossom eyes were deep and bright, and he was handsome. Yu Xia opened his mouth and said softly, "Shen Zhiliang, let's go back to the starting point."

"What?" Shen Zhiliang frowned.

"Back to the very beginning, I was just an artist under your banner, and you don't have to come see me anymore."

"Yu Xia, do you know what you're talking about?" The man's voice was cold and threatening.

Yu Xia smiled at him, his gloomy eyes gradually cleared up, as if he had figured something out, "I know, we don't want to have other relationships in the future, I found out that Mr. Shen's male and female games, I can't afford to play."

Shen Zhiliang's black eyes sank, it was rare for Yu Xia to see him being so serious and calm.

The two of them were together in private, and Shen Zhiliang was a mess, often bullying and molesting her.

But it's really rare for Yu Xia to look serious at the moment.

The man said in a deep, indifferent tone, "Say what you just said again."

Yu Xia looked at him calmly, and after two seconds of silence, she said something decent to herself, "Shen Zhiliang, let's break up."

"Okay!" The man nodded coldly, his black eyes ignored her, and he walked towards the door.

"Mr. Shen..." As soon as he reached the door, Shen Zhiliang heard Yu Xia's voice again, he stopped subconsciously, but did not turn his head.

"Xiao Song and Zhou Hao are going to have their wedding at the end of December. She invited me to be a bridesmaid. Can I take a week off?"

"Let Liu Rufeng report to the manager for approval."

Watching the man's back disappear at the door, Yu Xia's eyes gradually became gloomy, covered with a layer of mist.

When Song Yanchu returned to the ward, only Yu Xia was left in the room, half lying on the bed and looking at his phone.

Song Yanchu walked in and put the fruits he bought on the table, "Mr. Shen is gone?"

Yu Xia didn't look up, but continued to look at the phone, and replied in a low voice, "Well, I've been walking for a while."

Song Yanchu took a small orange and peeled it open, and fed it to Yu Xia's mouth, "Eat some fruit and supplement vitamins."

When she got closer, Song Yanchu saw Yu Xia looking at the wedding photos she had sent her.

Yu Xia zoomed in on the picture, "Xiao Song, your wedding dress doesn't look cheap, is it studded with diamonds?"

Song Yanchu also leaned over and nodded happily, "Well, the wedding dress designer designed it, and the setting is very firm and won't fall off."

"Zhou Hao is too kind, isn't it?" Yu Xia's face was full of envy, seeing the bright smile on Song Yanchu's face, she also curled the corners of her mouth, her mood was not so gloomy.

Two days later, Yu Xia's fever subsided, and she returned to the crew to film.

Qin Miao was still complacent on the set, the director planned to bow to her.Yu Xia only focused on her own script and performance, even if provoked by Qin Miao, she would not respond.

On the weekend, Yu Xia asked the director for leave, and accompanied Song Yanchu to try on the revised wedding dress, and also tried on three sets of bridesmaid dresses designed by the designer.

One set of bridesmaid dresses corresponds to the bride's main yarn, and the other two sets are more elegant and simple. The light pink is beautiful and pleasant, and it will not steal the bride's limelight.

After Yu Xia tried them on, she was very satisfied with all three sets.

As the wedding day approached, Zhou Hao's company's affairs became less and he paid more attention to the preparations for the wedding. For this reason, he even booked a ticket to fly to the Philippines once.

Song Yanchu's studio was a bit busy, so he couldn't go there together.

The night before leaving, the two of them took a shower and lay on the bed looking at the pictures sent by the wedding company.

Song Yanchu put her arms around his waist and rested her head on the man's chest, "I also want to go and see the scene."

Zhou Hao coaxed softly with a chuckle, "Who keeps Mr. Song's studio so busy?"

"It's not fully arranged yet, and it's not the most perfect look. What you see on the wedding day is the wedding I want to give you the most."

The pictures on the PPT were already pretty enough, Song Yanchu couldn't imagine how happy she would be as a bride that day.

"Okay then, you have to come back early."

"Come back when things are settled, and our wedding will be in half a month." Zhou Hao responded gently, taking the computer on his lap with one hand and putting it on the bedside table.Calmly, the man's muscular figure was secretly pressing on Song Yanchu.

The two were covered with a thick silk quilt, they didn't know what happened under the quilt, they only heard Song Yanchu's coquettish laughter.

"Little Bie is better than a newlywed..."

"Nonsense, this is about the couple who came back after a short-term separation."

"But Xiao Song, I just want to possess you."

Song Yanchu's coquettish anger was completely sealed by the man's kiss.

The cold wind burst outside the window, rustling the hanging treetops, and the ice and snow on the branches rustled and fell on the window sill, as if it was about to be melted by the gentleness of the room.

After washing, it was hot and quiet.

Song Yanchu was extremely tired, she rubbed against Zhou Hao's chest, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Hao was refreshed, looked down at the soft and beautiful profile of the person in his arms, and kissed for a while.

In the dream, Song Yanchu murmured don't make trouble, the man gave up, took him into his arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Secretary Zhang booked the plane ticket at seven o'clock in the morning. When Song Yanchu woke up, the room was brightly lit, and there was no trace of Zhou Hao beside him.

Song Yanchu yelled twice, but there was no response.

Looking at the phone, he knew that Zhou Hao was already on the plane. He pursed his mouth, a little unhappy, and sent a voice, "Why didn't you call me, did you have breakfast?"

After sending the message, Song Yanchu played with her phone for a while before getting up.

Throwing the dirty clothes that the two of them changed in the bathroom into the washing machine, after Song Yanchu finished washing, he looked at the snow and ice outside the window, even if he was indoors, it was a bit chilly.

Zhou Hao’s eating habits are like those of Song Kang’s generation. They don’t eat junk food and think that what they cook at home is clean and healthy.

Looking at the bleak weather outside the window, Song Yanchu shivered slightly, sent a message to her aunt that she didn't come over at noon, and ordered a spicy Xinjiang fried rice noodle.

Before the takeaway arrived, Song Yanchu received Jiang Ruqin's WeChat video.

Jiang Ruqin knew that Zhou Hao was going to the Philippines today, so she asked Song Yanchu, "Do you want to go home for half a month?"

"Go home?" Song Yanchu was suspicious, and asked cautiously, "Did you quarrel with my dad?"

Jiang Ruqin scolded her with a smile, "According to Jiangcheng's wedding customs, newlyweds cannot meet at least half a month before the wedding."

Song Yanchu seldom attended weddings, and was full of doubts about this matter, "Why, Zhou Hao and I have both obtained certificates, and we have to be separated for half a month to make up the wedding?"

Song Yanchu was reluctant, because her feet were cold in winter, and she didn't like to have a hot water bottle attached to it, so it was just right on Zhou Hao's body.

"It's all custom and good intentions. You can move back today."

Song Yanchu thought about it, and had good intentions, "I'll come back at night and tidy up the apartment in the afternoon. Zhou Hao may not be back until two days later."

"Do you want me to come and help?"

Song Yanchu smiled, "I just took two sets of clothes. I don't have anything at home, so I have to take it back?"

Jiang Ruqin looked at her daughter lovingly, "I always think that you are still young and can't do anything well, but now you are married and married."

The mother and daughter were warm for a while, Song Yanchu's mobile phone was connected to the takeaway number, and she hung up with Jiang Ruqin first.

Jiang Ruqin also objected to her eating takeaway food.

(End of this chapter)