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Chapter 230 She Is Not Her Anymore (2)
A suspicious sound came from a distance: "Hey, didn't you just leave with your shoes in your arms?"

In this world, there are many confusing things.

"Jiang Xiachu." A loud roar came from far and near.

Bang—the door was pushed open hard.

The two who hugged and kissed separated immediately, Zuo Chengjun's face was dark, Jiang Xiachu's pretty face was shy.

"If you don't remember to knock on the door next time, don't come in." Zuo Cheng's voice.

Guan Ai was stunned for a moment, and slowly returned to the cage: "Sorry for the delay, I have something to say, you will continue later."

Jiang Xiachu, if you can continue after listening, I will convince you.Guan Ai thought so.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Xiachu's cheeks were like clouds at dusk, red in the white, shame hidden in the red, a pair of eyes lying with a very gentle watery light.

This Jiang Xiachu was like all the brides in the world, Guan Ai suddenly found it hard to talk about it.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Guan Ai didn't speak, Jiang Xiachu asked again.

After thinking about it, Guan Ai resumed his normal work, and the reception went smoothly: "The time is coming, the groom can't stay here anymore." After speaking, he rolled his eyes and dodged quickly.

Zuo Cheng frowned, but got up anyway.

"I'll go out first."

"Ah."

Zuo Cheng seemed reluctant, but also worried, kissed the bride: "Don't be nervous, I'm here."

Jiang Xiachu shook his head, then nodded again.

Zuo Cheng understood the meaning: I'm not nervous, I know you're here.

"If you don't go out, it's going to be late." Guan Ai urged ignorantly.

Only then did Zuo Cheng turn around.

Watching the door close, Guan Ai took a deep breath: "Jiang Xiachu, please be a bride once, it's only once in a woman's life."

"Thank you." Jiang Xiachu's eyes were dim.

Guan Ai turned his eyes away: "I'll get you a bouquet."

After leaving the door, Guan Ai wiped away his tears. It was rare to be hypocritical, and sighed: "What a fateful life."

"Is it right for me to do this?" Guan Ai asked himself, scratched his hair, turned and left without an answer.

A moment later, the door clicked open.

Jiang Xiachu slightly raised his head, took a look in the mirror, and then frowned: "Guan Ai, where are the flowers?"

"Jiang Xiachu." The man approached and only said three words, his eyes were so bright that they were blurred and terrifying.

Jiang Xiachu stood up abruptly, turned her head: "It's you." After a pause, he uttered two words: "Guan Yu."

On December [-]th, if Cheng Chuying hadn't come, if Uncle Jin hadn't identified the wrong person, if Guan Ai's cell phone hadn't received a call, if Guan Yu hadn't picked up the phone, if Guan Ai hadn't left before the wedding.

There are so many ifs, as long as one happens, on December [-]th, how brilliant would that grand wedding be.

Even if the love is deep, it's just that the fate is not fulfilled, so many ifs, all happened on December [-]th, and then the trajectory of all reservations was reversed.

There were no flowers, no red carpet, and no wedding march. On that day, the bride ran out of the gate with her long skirt. The skirt of the wedding dress caught the nine hundred and ninety-nine diamond roses and smashed them into pieces. The diamonds on the ground reflected out all the light.

And the groom, standing under the blurred light, turned pale.

"Chu Xia." The man whispered, "Why?"

The figure of the bride disappeared at the door, and then, a white figure flashed by, and the figure of the groom disappeared in the auditorium.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the guests were almost scattered.

Guan Ai was standing on the left side of the door, and Ye Zaixi was on the right side with a stern face.

"I'm sure, Yao Mozi appeared today." Ye Zaixi sighed.

"Yeah, God didn't open his eyes today, this day is terrible." Guan Ai's face was sluggish.

"I really don't know what evil Jiang Xiachu did." Ye Zaixi looked up at Guan Ai, "Do you know?"

"Qi Yichen, do you know?" Guan Ai smiled bitterly, "He is Jiang Xiachu's sin."

"Hehehe." Ye Zaixi smiled lightly, the shadows in her peach blossom eyes were deep, like ridicule and sarcasm, "Who will be punished."

The two smiled bitterly, sighed the same, looked at the sky in the same way, lamenting that retribution is too sinful.

The sunlight dimmed a few layers, and the photos of the newlyweds on the left and right dimmed.

The originally quiet airport was aroused by the appearance of two familiar faces one after another, holding my breath.

The woman in the crowd was wearing a wedding dress that swept the floor, her long coiled hair was slightly messy.

"Zuo Cheng, I'm going to see him." She looked at the man, her eyes quietly and recklessly surging.

The man's handsome eyes were so messed up that he panicked: "Don't leave, I won't—"

"If you don't allow it, between us—" The woman paused, her voice suddenly cut off, "It's a clean break."

The man just chuckled, then took the woman's hand and approached the entrance of the airport.

The electronic screen in the middle of the airport also played a grand wedding.

On this day, all planes at Shanghai Changnan Airport were delayed, and only one flight was launched, heading to the capital of the United States.

That night, all the media were talking about the same topic: Zuo's bride ran away from marriage without any reason, and the prosperous wedding ended dismal.

All of a sudden, the news rolled over like a snowball in Shanghai, a city that is not too big or too small, and everyone from old people in their seventies to children as young as five years old was unaware of the escaped marriage.

After one night, all the news suddenly disappeared, only such a conversation was circulated in the alley: "Jiang Xiachu actually escaped marriage."

"Why do you think she ran away from marriage?"

"I heard that it is difficult to break the previous relationship."

"I really don't know good from bad."

"Yeah, it's a pity that there are more than 99 diamond roses."

"It's even more of a pity for that superb man, it's really not worth it for him."

"But they still chased him abroad."

"What do you think will happen to Jiang Xiachu if Zuo Cheng catches up with him? Kill him? I heard that the Zuo family is bloody?"

"Who knows?"

"It's good to kill and scrape. You don't know the blessing when you are in the blessing."

"..."

Rumors have been going on for a long time, passed through this winter, this season.

Winter goes to spring, swallows come and go, and time runs through the annual rings one by one. Unknowingly, the sunflower on the window sill of the left house bloomed for two seasons.

Two years later, Shanghai remains the same, but things have changed.

Speaking of the past two years in Shanghai, there are three things that are worth talking about after dinner.

One: Summer has monopolized the entire real estate industry and service industry in just two years.

Two: Two years ago, a prosperous wedding ended disastrously, and the two parties have not heard from each other since then.

Three: The Yangtze River in the entertainment industry continues to push forward, but the king of heaven, Ye Zaixi, occupies a corner and is so popular.

(End of this chapter)