How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1078 Xia Huanxi Business Chapter 266 I don't want to get married anymore.

Xia Huan didn't notice their eye contact, her head was in a mess, the closer the wedding day was, the more confused she became, her heart was empty, she didn't know whether to move forward or back.

That President Xi...just treats you as his personal thing...

Personal... stuff.

thing.

She closed her eyes and exhaled lightly, as if even breathing was cold.

She used to like a shoulder bag very much, which was worth six figures. After looking at it and thinking about it many times, she finally gritted her teeth and bought it.

But about half a year later, when I saw the bag in the cloakroom again, my mood was already very calm, and I didn't even bother to touch it.

It's called a personal thing.

Once you get it, you don't cherish it so much.

……

The day before the big wedding, Xishang finally rushed back to Liangcheng from New York.

According to the customs of Liangcheng, the groom cannot meet the bride before marriage.

Xia Huan didn't sleep that night, many people gathered around, including friends, colleagues, makeup artist, and assistants.

She wore a white wedding dress, simple style, fit the curve of the figure, with beautiful crow's feet. Qing Xiaomo helped her choose it. She said that this style was popular recently.

But she actually likes cumbersome and gorgeous wedding dresses, like those worn by princesses in fairy tales, as if every corner is engraved with the magnificent and dreamy colors of fairy tales.

Words of praise filled his ears.

Said the bride is so young and beautiful.

She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

Is very young, just in his early 20s.

She is very beautiful, after all, she is still so young.

Maybe it's too young, and I still can't tell what kind of marriage exists.

It would be great if mom and dad were here, they would definitely tell her whether Xishang was a husband worth entrusting her life to.

"Huaner."

The man's voice came vaguely into the air, and she blinked in confusion, only to realize who she was talking to on the phone in the mirror.

"Xia Huan." On the other end of the phone, he called her name softly.

Xia Huan's lips moved, and she heard that she was trying hard to make a sound in her throat.

She wants to say 'I'm listening'.

But for some reason, the words reached the tip of the tongue and turned into a slightly crying...

—I don't want to get married.

she says.

Even the voice is trembling.

There was a dead silence at that end.

The sudden silence was like the last straw, crushing her increasingly tense nerves these days.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, she thought that she was already mature and stable, and she would not be surprised by changes.

But still like an impulsive child, she tore off the veil that the stylist had carefully pinned behind her head, as if tore off the rope that had been binding her all along.

Don't care what the next wedding will be like, don't care what the media will do, don't care what the fans will do.

She doesn't want to get married anymore, she wants to leave this hotel!

She hates those pink balloons, those pink bouquets, and even the heavy makeup on her face today!

The hem of the skirt stepped on her feet, and almost tripped her several times. She stopped panting, and simply took off the pair of small and ugly shoes on her feet and threw them to the stairs.

Never knew I could run so fast.

It seems that if you go faster, you can step on the clouds passing by the sky at the moment you open the door, and leave here far, far away.

She was breathing quickly, and just as she stretched out her fingers, before she could touch the door, it opened automatically.

(End of this chapter)