flashy wedding

Chapter 915 What's the situation? (1)
He said this very quietly.

Lu Jixiang opened his mouth wide.

"You, are you crazy?!"

"Crazy?"

The boy raised his eyebrows.

He smiled slowly, his face that is so beautiful that it is dazzling.

"This is my sincere words, Jixiang, you should really think about it."

Lu Jixiang was still in a daze, just looking at her so stupidly, there was a buzzing sound in his head, and it exploded immediately.

what's the situation?
She was actually confessed by a popular idol!

Oh Maika, shouldn't she faint from excitement now?
"auspicious?"

The boy called out.

Lu Jixiang came back to his senses and shook his head in fear: "Impossible, are you crazy? I, I'm already married, you, you"

"But you're not doing well." The young man interrupted her, curling his lips and said, "If he cared about you, he wouldn't let you visit your parents in the cemetery alone. Have you ever thought that your parents In the spirit of the sky, what would they think when they saw you crying so miserably by yourself? It hurts enough for me just looking at it, let alone the parents who gave birth to you and raised you, huh?"

Lu Jixiang was silent.

The young man leaned over, stroked her long hair, and continued: "Think about it carefully, if you want to divorce, I will help you."

"no!"

Lu Jixiang suddenly raised his head.

She looked at the boy with both shock and surprise in her eyes.

"Tang, I admit that I was arguing with Song Jincheng, but I never thought of divorcing him. We still have feelings between us, let alone children. How can you instigate me to divorce?"

Facing her questioning, the boy looked extremely calm.

"People are selfish, auspicious, I like you, and of course I want to marry you!"

Lu Jixiang gasped.

"You really……"

"Tell me, what happened to you?"

The boy took her hand.

At first, Lu Jixiang was reluctant to speak, but after a while, she began to speak slowly again.

It is said that when people are sad, they are the most insecure.

She has no sense of security and has been wronged. When she has a confidant by her side, she will naturally speak out her thoughts unconsciously.

She wanted to say that she was really sad about Song Jincheng's concealment.

She didn't understand, what kind of truth was it that caused Song Jincheng to quarrel with her rather than tell her?
"Oh, so it's because of this..."

After the young man quietly listened to the ins and outs of the whole matter, he suddenly laughed.

Lu Jixiang was startled.

"you know?"

The boy looked at her.

His eyes were dark, like the endless black night sky.

He bent his lips, and his voice was very slow: "Of course he doesn't want to tell you, auspicious, if you know all this, maybe it will be worse than divorce!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Lu Jixiang's eyes widened.

The boy was silent.

He seemed to be weighing something.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "I shouldn't have said all this, but, apart from me, you probably will never know the truth about it for the rest of your life."

"what?"

Lu Jixiang didn't understand.

The boy suddenly leaned over and solemnly kissed her on the forehead: "I am actually Xiao Ning's friend!"

When I opened the door and entered the house, I was greeted by a gust of cold wind.

Lu Jixiang raised his head, looked around, and found that nothing here had changed, even the remote control was placed on the coffee table, as if yesterday, their family was still happily sitting in front of the TV.

Snapped!
She turned on the lights in the house.

"Come in, you're welcome."

While talking, Lu Jixiang brought slippers for the boy at the door, and half-jokingly said: "Tang, I took you here today, will it be on the news tomorrow?"

"Probably."

The boy smiled, changed his shoes and entered the house.

He was quietly looking at the furnishings in this room.

Lu Jixiang closed the door, walked in behind him, and said, "This is my natal family, hehe, isn't it very warm?"

"Very deserted!"

the boy replied.

Lu Jixiang couldn't help rolling his eyes, and said straightly: "I haven't been back for almost a year, of course it's cold here, oh, be careful, there may be mice in my house."

juvenile:"……"

"Do you want some water?" Lu Jixiang asked, and walked towards the kitchen on his own.

"it is good."

The young man nodded.

After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something, and then stepped into the kitchen.

Lu Jixiang was lying beside the sink, with the faucet turned on, washing the pot with a cloth in his hand, with his head down, looking quite serious.

"What are you doing?"

The boy was puzzled.

While cleaning the pot, Lu Jixiang replied, "Can't you see? I'm washing the pot, and then boil water for you!"

The boy raised his eyebrows.

"Is there no water at home?"

"Oh, I've told you. I haven't been back for almost a year. How can there be water at home? Even if there is, I can't drink it." When he said this, Lu Jixiang suddenly raised his head again, He waved at the young man: "Hey, go out and sit down first, and I'll bring the water out for you after I boil the water."

"Do you need help?"

Juvenile Road.

"get out!"

Lu Jixiang firmly refused.

"Oh……"

In this way, the boy complied with her wishes, turned and left the kitchen.

About ten minutes later, the water in the pot boiled, Lu Jixiang washed the glass, poured hot water into it, and walked out with both hands carefully.

However, there was no boy in the living room.

She let out a 'huh', put the glass on the tea table, turned around and walked towards the other side.

As a result, she found that the man was sitting by her bed, watching with something in his hand.

"What are you doing?"

She walked into the room, stared at her eyes, and looked very unhappy: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want in my house because you are Tang Xiaoning's friend. I can tell you very clearly that even if Tang Xiaoning comes, he will You must also listen to me, hey, you are laughing, is this funny?"

"Tang Xiaoning told me, you were very stupid when you were young, weren't you?"

The boy said, turning over the photo album in his hand, pointing to a short-haired tomboy on it: "Is this you?"

(End of this chapter)