warm marriage sweet love

Chapter 79 Isn't it coming back?
On the first day, she decided that as long as he came back, she would make his favorite stewed yellow beef with white radish every day.

The next day, she told herself that he could laugh at her and tease her in the future, and she wouldn't be angry.

On the third day, she sighed in dismay. He would be unhappy in the future, and she was willing to be a punching bag, a trash can, and let him vent to his heart's content.

However, three days have passed, and Rong Zhenye has never appeared.

Life without him is boring.

Eating alone, watching TV alone, shopping alone... It seemed that she was the only one left in the whole world.

Time is like a snail, going so slowly, so slowly.

A day seems as long as a century.

Lying on the sofa, she was in a daze except for being in a daze, and she couldn't get excited even when she connected to the order.

Where has he gone?
Is your hand okay?Has the anger subsided?
Why don't you come back?

The house belonged to him, so she should be the one who should leave.

Here she really feels like a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

But he didn't bring the key, and she was leaving, so he couldn't get in.

She sighed heavily, picked up the phone and wanted to call him, but when she thought that he might have nothing to do, just being with Qin Xuelu, flirting with her, lingering so hard that she didn't want to come back, she retracted her fingers.

Fourth day.

Xia Yuhan was discharged from the hospital.

He seemed to be greedy for tenderness, and he didn't go to the company right away. He stayed with her all day long, filling up her lonely time.

For several days, they watched the sunrise and sunset together, discussed the latest fashion trends, and had romantic candlelight dinners together.

Yi Youxia's melancholy heart soared, and as for Rong Zhenye, she didn't think about it for the time being.

He belongs to another woman, and Xia Yuhan belongs to her.

Today, he will take her out to sea to watch the sunset.

Entering the yacht, he held out a gift box.

"It's for you, open it and have a look, do you like it?"

She was slightly taken aback, and opened it, revealing a very beautiful long dress inside.

"Yuhan, did you design it yourself?" She opened her eyes wide, and a cluster of small flames ignited in her pupils.

He nodded with a smile, and she bloomed like a peony flower.Her beautiful little face was smudged with a faint rosy glow, and the corner of her lightly raised mouth was filled with a joyful smile. She was like a shining little star, bright, dazzling and brilliant.

To be able to wear the clothes designed by this talented designer and the youngest winner of the MANGO Fashion Award in the world is a dream she has prayed for for many years, and now it has finally come true.

She almost jumped into the room and put on this long skirt.

The light see-through cloak is like a dream, setting off her charming fragrant shoulders hazyly; the bamboo leaf flower case full of oriental mystery is like a poem and picturesque, which is most in line with her pure and pure temperament, and it is his one-of-a-kind It was embroidered by hand with needles and threads; the flowing skirt was like rippling lake water, hiding her slender legs inside, but they were faintly visible when walking, as if holding a pipa half-hidden, extremely seductive.

When Yi Youxia stepped onto the deck, she looked like a mermaid princess walking out of the sea, so beautiful that it was shocking.

Xia Yuhan's gaze froze for a long time, and he said in a hoarse voice: "The day after tomorrow is the opening ceremony of Oriental Fashion Week, you are wearing this dress, come with me!"

She was slightly startled: "Can I?" After all, he and Yang Xiaorui still have a marriage contract, and bringing another woman to attend will definitely attract gossip.

"She's in France, don't worry, it's just that I'm going to wrong you a little bit, so I can only be my junior." The corner of his charming mouth curled into a consoling smile.After dancing Little Apple in Century Square, Yang Xiaorui hid in France, lest Mai Wenyan would trouble her again.

Yi Youxia relaxed, she could understand his difficulties, no matter what his identity was.

He gently kissed her forehead, and stretched out his hand gracefully: "Beautiful princess, can I ask you to dance?"

She smiled and put her hand on the back of his.

The music reminds them of their light dancing on the deck.

The sun shines on the sea, like countless golden butterflies spreading their wings.

The sea breeze blew gently, and her black hair and long flowing skirt flew together.

When a familiar piece of music appeared, she couldn't help thinking of the scene of Tong Rong Zhenye dancing on the rooftop.His strong desire for control and domineering and arrogant temperament can be expressed even in dance.His dancing steps are like a night wind blowing across the wilderness, silently, but where he passes, sand and rocks are flying, and the fallen leaves are colorful.

And Xia Yuhan's dance steps are gentle and elegant, soft and lingering, full of romantic atmosphere.

However, she couldn't tell which one she liked better.

It was night when I came back.

He walks her downstairs to the apartment.

After getting out of the car, he was a little reluctant to part with him. He watched her walk into the apartment building, and suddenly rushed forward, held her hand, and pulled her into his arms.

"Yuhan!" She whispered, her voice soft like the night wind blowing through her hair.His heart was throbbing, with burning flames in his eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

In the distance, under the ancient banyan tree, there is a tall figure hidden.

He didn't know how long he stood there, motionless, as if he had merged with the night.

The dense branches and leaves of the banyan tree left ferocious shadows on his handsome face. His eyes were deeper than the night, like an ancient deep pool frozen by the cold current of the Arctic, only hopeless and cold.

She had a good life, nourished, comfortable and sweet.

She really didn't have any place for him in her heart, not at all.

It's time for him to calm down too.

For more than two months, regardless of emotional investment or sugar-coated cannonballs, his goal is actually to make her willingly go back and help him block the marriage.

However, the situation seemed to be out of his control, and he couldn't tell whether he was acting or putting his heart into it.His emotions will always be affected by her uncontrollably, influenced by her, fluctuating with her emotions.

He hated this passive feeling very much, but he couldn't help it, and couldn't stop the car.

He had to face Xu Wanling's matter, and it was impossible to deal with it negatively all the time. Since he couldn't make this confused fool willing, he didn't mind using coercive means.

If she wants to be free, she can block the marriage for him first and get rid of Xu Wanling.

Downstairs in the apartment, Xia Yuhan reluctantly let go of the person in his arms: "The opening ceremony of the fashion week the day after tomorrow, I will pick you up."

Yi Youxia smiled and nodded, and walked in.

Xia Yuhan got into the car and was about to start the engine when he received a call from the hospital.

Fang Yu suffered a heart attack and needed surgery.

He was so anxious that he rushed to the hospital.

Fang Yu was lying on the hospital bed, waiting for her son. In the past few days, he and Yi Youxia were tired of being together. She knew very well that she could not let him go on like this. Duan Nie Yuan.

(End of this chapter)