Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

Jiang Meng stretched out his hand, drank the coffee milk tea in front of him, and finally put the cup on the table, reaching out and pressing the hat on his head.

"Actually, I think it is not important to restore the memory or not..." Jiang Meng paused, and continued: "Love is actually a matter of two people..."

Jiang Meng stood up, leaned over, crossed the table and kissed Doudou on the cheek.

"Goodbye!"

Mu Chuqing did not understand what Jiang Meng had said before, but in her last two words she heard the meaning of farewell.

"Where are you going?"

Jiang Meng smiled, "I suddenly discovered that love is a very magical and wonderful thing. Sheng Yuchen can't give it to me, so I'm going to find out, my life is not terrible, it's just beginning..."

"……Wait!"

Mu Chuqing suddenly got up and stopped Jiang Meng. Jiang Meng did not turn around, but turned his head slightly.

"……Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

Jiang Meng spit out these three words faintly, and finally turned and left.

She understood that Mu Chuqing's thanks were not to thank her for her fulfillment.

What qualifications did she have to perfect others, from beginning to end, she was destined to not enter his heart.

What she understood from the beginning, but insisted by mistake for two years, was that she was too arrogant and paranoid.

Love is never a matter of one person.

Wishful thinking, sad, can only be one person.

"I haven't recovered the memory? Huh..." Jiang Meng sat in the car, took off his hat, and his beautiful face was already full of tears.

She was a little unacceptable at the beginning. Knowing all this today, I thought she would feel better in her heart, but in the end, she would only make herself more sad.

Did not restore memory?

A woman who changes her face can make him fall in love again without losing her memory?

The thing of love is magical and terrifying.

Those words, what he said in the hospital yesterday, are really hateful.

At the same time, Sheng Yuchen was sitting on the black sofa in the attic of Xishanju, looking at the front motionlessly.

The sunny side of the attic is still a full glass, with white tulle curtains inside, shaking gently, sweeping the ground.

On both sides are two thick dark yellow curtains, which are hung by a rope at the moment, with a beautiful arc, very impressive.

In front of Sheng Yuchen was a model prop with an elegant and quiet posture.

And her body is a very beautiful wedding dress.

Layers of light gauze permeate, the soft satin of the skirt is studded with rose flowers kneaded with white gauze, the center of the flower is dazzling finely divided diamonds, and there are floating petals that walk irregularly on the skirt. ,very beautiful.

Why this wedding dress appeared here, he didn't know, he had discovered it accidentally before, but he didn't care about it subconsciously.

But when he met that woman recently, he suddenly remembered.

This dress...this wedding dress.

Those who can wear it, those who are qualified to wear it, and those who can maximize its beauty, seem to be just that woman.

Thinking of her appearance in a wedding dress, Sheng Yuchen's eyes and brows slowly raised a few smiles at this moment.

His—the bride.

This identity made his heart feel a little urgent.

Li, who didn't want to admit it, was impatient, because he felt like a brat.

After a moment, turning his eyes, the dark eyes are fixed on a small table next to the wedding dress, everything feels incredible and fresh.

What did you think? Why is there a Guanyin next to the wedding dress?