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Chapter 267 You look as good-looking in a wedding dress as I imagined

If a person is dead, then the living person is destined to remember him for the rest of his life...

Shen Zhao sat on the sofa, his mind drifted far away for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, the curtain in front of him was slowly opened.

Zheng Qingwei stood in front of him, wearing a white wedding dress, with a clean face.

Those eyes looked at him, foggy.

Shen Zhao felt that there was something in his heart, and he was hit hard.

His eyes were soft, he got up and walked towards her step by step.

He said: "Ah Qing, I didn't know before that women can look so good-looking in wedding dresses."

Zheng gently pinched the complicated skirt, hearing the words, his expression didn't fluctuate at all: "Shen Zhao, you promised me, I'm wearing it now, you go to testify to Xicheng."

The softness in Shen Zhao's eyes was wiped away by this sentence.

He narrowed his eyes, hugged her waist, and forced her to approach him: "Ah Qing, don't make me angry all the time, huh?"

Zheng Weiwei only felt that her waist was about to break, she felt dizzy for a while, and some fragmented tones came out of her throat.

Her eyes were red, and her nails were embedded in Shen Zhao's arm.

Shen Zhao's eyes became darker and darker, he smiled, his smile was cold: "Ah Qing, you hate me so much? We used to be in G City, you were obviously very happy, didn't you? Why did it change? Why?"

When he spoke to the back, he was emotional and shook her slightly.

Zheng gently closed his eyes, with tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

She opened her mouth and said two words almost silently: "Xicheng."

As if being burned by something, Shen Zhao took a few steps back in a panic.

There was embarrassment on his face, and that embarrassment was deep, as if engraved on his face.

He opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, and said with a dark complexion, "Before I can control myself and don't strangle you to death, get out!"

That look, with a biting ruthlessness.

Zheng pursed his lips lightly, and ran out without hesitation.

She was wearing a complicated and bulky wedding dress, but she ran very fast without stopping at all.

Shen Zhao looked at her back that was drifting away, there was never a moment when she was as powerless as she is now.

In the evening of this day, many people saw a woman in a wedding dress and without shoes standing at a busy intersection.

The tears on the woman's face were still wet, and she was helpless.

She didn't know how long she stood there before she walked slowly and got onto the bus beside her.

Zheng Weiwei went to find Lu Xicheng.

At the gate of the detention center, the staff in the detention center saw her with surprise in their eyes.

Zheng Qingqing said: "I am Dr. Lu's fiancée, and I will come to see him."

There was more sympathy on the listener's face.

Zheng Weiwei met Lu Xicheng very smoothly, and he sat in front of her, separated by a layer of glass, with a gentle face and exquisite eyebrows and eyes.He seemed to still look gentle. That night, the man with his hands covered in blood couldn't overlap with the man in front of him at all.

He stared at her for a long time, and then said softly: "Gentle, you look as beautiful in the wedding dress as I imagined."

Zheng smiled softly, and stretched his hand in through the window under the glass. Lu Xicheng took her hand and squeezed it slightly in the palm of his hand.

Zheng gently sniffed and said with a smile, "Xicheng, I'll wait for you to come out."

She pretended to be brisk, not wanting him to notice her uneasiness.

But Lu Xicheng shook his head very slightly, and said, "Qingan, you go to Jia Che. Do you remember him? It's the one you saw during the Chinese New Year."

(End of this chapter)