The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 320 If we meet again...

In the silent wedding hall, Fu Xian was still wearing a red dress.

He was addicted to wearing scarlet color on weekdays, but now he was more and more flamboyant in this outfit, but the smile on the corner of his lips gradually faded with Ye Feiwan's words.

He looked at the woman in front of him, and she said: I am very happy to be his wife.

However, there was no trace of happiness in her expression.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Xian suddenly smiled again, raised his brows slightly, and covered up the redundant emotions in his eyes: "Ye Feiwan, you finally know that my son is okay? Now, this happiness belongs to you, so you are secretly happy... ..."

"Fuxian." Ye Feiwan interrupted him, he clearly understood what she meant.

Fu Xian's smile tightened, and he gently stretched out his hand to gather the somewhat messy hair around her ears behind her ears, and said in a slightly quieter voice, "It's a pity, I didn't lift your happy handkerchief for you."

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his nose suddenly felt sour.

The Xipa was opened by Feng Qing.

"What's the matter? Could it be that you feel sorry for me?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows.

"What's so distressing about you? You look good, you have a good background, and you have countless friends..." Ye Feiwan pursed her lips, but for some reason, the more she spoke, the more sour her heart became. In the end, she couldn't speak anymore. Yu said very softly, "...I'm sorry."

Fu Xian's brows did not change, he was still looking at the woman standing in front of him.

He is not surprised by any choices she makes, she always looks like she doesn't care about anything, but she is so paranoid that people are helpless.

"My son has said it countless times, and I hate you saying I'm sorry the most. Have you forgotten?" Fu Xian looked at her, "I just asked if you feel sorry for me, what kind of answer is 'I'm sorry'?" His voice gradually dropped , "Tell a lie."

What he wants is never much, even... just a word of distress.

However, this woman, who looks soft and weak, has the coldest and narrowest heart.

Ye Feiwan looked at him, her throat slightly sore: "I'm sorry." She still said these three words firmly.

It seems...the only thing that can respond is these three words.

Fu Xian looked at her, and suddenly lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Ye Feiwan, you've made a choice in your heart, haven't you?" He asked in a low voice.

Ye Feiwan's eyes were lightly dazed.

But Fu Xian said again: "Today, I don't have a chance to tell you my life experience, did I?"

On the eve of their marriage, he told her that if the marriage goes smoothly, he will definitely tell her everything about him.

Now, there is no chance.

Ye Feiwan thought of what he had said before, his eyes tightened slightly, and he remained silent at last.

"Should have known earlier, my son is bound to have a grudge against that Feng Qing, and he will always disturb him every time something happens." Fu Xian snorted softly.

"..." Ye Feiwan remained silent.

But Fu Xian suddenly raised his tone, and approached her: "Ye Feiwan, I'm going to tell you something."

Ye Feiwan raised her eyes and looked straight at him, her voice hoarse: "What's the matter?"

Fu Xian froze for a moment, then frowned slightly, her eyes were quiet and clear, very bright: "I really don't like you staring at me like this," he murmured, but the next moment his voice calmed down, "Will you marry me? It's not just because you and I are acquaintances, it's also false to say that you are ugly..."

"Fuxian..." Ye Feiwan murmured his name.

Fu Xian chuckled, and stretched out his hand to lightly stroke her eyebrows and eyes: "Back then, in the capital, I nearly ran into you with my horse, but when you threw a bunch of green onions at my face, your eyes were always full of life, which made me feel so happy." One can't take one's eyes away. So..."

He paused for a moment, his smile faded a little, his hand still fell on her face, and then he said in a low voice: "Let's void the marriage."

Ye Feiwan looked pale, and stared at him in a daze: "What?"

He was obviously smiling, but she felt sore in her heart.

"What? I am unparalleled in the world, if you divorced me, wouldn't I be laughed at by others?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows, and said recklessly, "So, it is I who don't want you, not you who don't want me!"

"You..." Ye Feiwan was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly became hot.

"Why are you crying?" Fu Xian looked at her red eyes, and Ben raised his eyebrows, "That's right, you should cry after letting go of someone as good as me."

Ye Feiwan opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was "narcissistic" as usual, but he couldn't say it, only felt his nose sore.

Fu Xian's expression froze for a moment, and his voice sounded like a sigh: "Don't cry," he whispered, and added, "And don't blame yourself."

"Fuxian, you are really nice..." Ye Feiwan's voice was a little hoarse.

"I naturally know that I am very good." Fu Xian smiled, looking at her red eyes, her voice tightened slightly, "It would be uneasy for you to let me leave, wouldn't you?"

Ye Feiwan froze: "...what?" She looked at him, "You want to leave?"

Fu Xian looked at her eyebrows, "I planned to take you away together if things went well today, but..." He paused for a moment, "Actually, thinking about it carefully, Ye Feiwan, I didn't do everything I could to take you away." Forcing to stay by my side, I never changed the pace of leaving because of you, probably because I didn't love enough.

He never did everything for one person,

But what Feng Qing just said just now is clearly pointless to give up his life.

"Princess," but at this moment, a high wind voice came from outside the door, "It's time for a stick of incense."

Ye Feiwan's fingers trembled slightly as she looked at the man in front of her.

But Fu Xian only raised his eyes and glanced at the door: "It's really not bad." There was really only an incense stick of time, he looked at Ye Feiwan, "Let's go."

Ye Feiwan's body trembled slightly. She looked at him and whispered, "What about you?"

"What about me?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows, "I'm just going back to Dachen, and I'm not going to die, and besides... if I want to come back in the future, I will come back again." He said with a smile on his lips. As charming and calm as first sight.

"I don't know who you are," Ye Feiwan paused, "But Fuxian, you are the warmest person in the world." The warmth is scorching.

Fu Xian was startled, is it warm?
It was the first time someone said that to him.

Ye Feiwan smiled: "In the future, you will definitely meet someone who makes you willing to tell your life experience..."

Fu Xian looked at her: "I've been away for a long time, maybe I want to be a matchmaker."

Ye Feiwan paused, and finally waved her hand: "Let's go." She said quietly, turned and walked towards the door.

"Ye Feiwan." Behind him, a person suddenly called her in a low voice.

Ye Feiwan froze, but when she turned her head, she saw a red shadow flashing in front of her eyes, and Fu Xian had already embraced her in his arms, holding her very tightly.

In the ears, there is his voice that is not the same as before: "If we meet again, you are not married and I am not married, I will never let you go."

With a "squeak" sound, the door was slowly opened.

One of them was dressed in white clothes Shengxue, and his footsteps were hurried, but he stopped when he saw the two people embracing each other, his face was expressionless.

(End of this chapter)