Ex-wife, please remarry me

On this night, too many people are looking forward to tomorrow's news conference.

However, time is still slow to turn tomorrow into today.

Because of his work habits and worry, the first thing song churan did in the morning was to go to the hotel garden.

In front of the stage, the gardener will finish the last part with flowers, and the corresponding main products will be put on the ready exhibition platform.

Less than three hours from the press conference, song churan was a little nervous.

However, seeing that everything was going on in an orderly way, song churan was a little relieved.

Turning to return to the guest room, song churan just saw Cao Zijian.

Song churan walked toward Cao Zijian, and then explained some things to him. Then he turned around and went upstairs in a hurry.

Whether today's press conference can be a complete success is crucial for song churan.

Therefore, she is not allowed to make any mistakes.

When Lu Juncheng arrived at the hotel, he was quickly blocked by the media reporters who surrounded the door of the hotel.

It took a lot of effort to get out.

On the eve of the press conference, Lu Juncheng wants to say a few words to song churan.

Standing in the elevator, thinking of what happened last night, Lu Juncheng had mixed feelings.

Last night, because of the impulse, coupled with the atmosphere at that time, he did not control himself.

But on the way back afterwards, when Lu Juncheng woke up, he regretted that he didn't take any measures last night and had a relationship with song churan.

Song churan doesn't remember the past, but he can't.

Although it has been more than three years since the last miscarriage of song churan, from the perspective of physical recovery, song churan is indeed the best age for conception.

But, her blood type, let him dare not risk again.

In case of any accident, he could not imagine how painful song churan would be.

Lu Juncheng put his hand in his trouser pocket and held the small rectangular box tightly.

He bought this when he passed a drugstore on his way here just now.

He asked the doctor to give him an emergency contraceptive that would do him the least harm.

However, he had no way to forget what the woman doctor said when he finished the bill and took things to leave.

"These days, men only care about their own comfort, and don't think about the woman's body at all!"

Thinking of this, Lu Juncheng's hand is even tighter.

Although he knew that this kind of thing would have a great side effect on his body, Lu Juncheng felt that he had to do so rather than let song churan have the risk of miscarriage.

There are two floors left. Lu Juncheng takes a deep breath and goes to the elevator door to get out of the elevator.

However, when the elevator door was opened, Lu Juncheng saw Quan Shaoxiang coming in from the outside of the elevator, and his brow twisted, he immediately felt very uncomfortable.

"Why are you here?"

The voice of Lu Juncheng's questioning made Quan Shaoxiang feel funny. He put his hands in his trouser pockets. Facing Lu Juncheng's questioning, he said with a smile: "although this hotel belongs to your Lu Group's industry, as a customer, I don't seem to need your permission to appear here, do I?"

It is clear that he has been defeated by his subordinates, but he is still so arrogant.

Lu Juncheng breathed in his heart and said: "although I hope my hotel is full of customers all the year round, I will tell the manager that I will refuse you to stay if you have such a bad intention as Mr. Quan."

Seeing that Lu Juncheng's face was tight, Quan Shaoxiang laughed, raised his hand and looked at the time. Then he turned to Lu Juncheng and asked, "it's still early. How about it? Are you interested in chatting with me? I'm sure song churan doesn't want to know the fact that you still have contact with Tang Xin for so many years. "

Quan Shaoxiang's words are like tightening a string on Lu Juncheng's heart.

He turned his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole body was full of annoyance.

"What are you talking about?"

"Am I bullshit?" Right Shaoxiang turned to look at Lu Juncheng, his face is serious, let Lu Juncheng's heart a little uneasy.

He couldn't figure out what the man was thinking!

However, no matter what he is thinking, if he dares to disturb song churan, he will never let him look good.

"Come on, don't be forced. I can see that you don't want to talk to me. In that case, won't you go out?"

I've seen people who can be irritated, but Lu Juncheng has never seen anyone more irritating than Quan Shaoxiang.

Although he didn't want to pay attention to each other at all, he didn't want to be held by others.

"What do you want?"

I want to hang the fish is finally hooked!

Quan Shaoxiang chuckled. He didn't say anything. He just pressed the key on the floor, and the elevator door slowly separated the inside from the outside.

In the guest room of the hotel, song churan took a bath and sat on a chair in a bathrobe.

In order to advertise his products, song churan's products are produced by his own company.

No matter make-up, or jewelry, are produced by ER.

In order to get the biggest response from the press conference, song churan even asked people to take a wedding dress from the counter in Paris overnight and come by plane overnight.

In fact, there are many dresses to choose from, and song churan doesn't know why he chose wedding dress.

After making up and hairstyle, the stylist took out the wedding dress from the wardrobe.

As soon as she appeared, she surprised the stylist and her assistant.

The style of one shoulder and self-cultivation can perfectly present the graceful curve and dignified posture of the bride.

This wedding dress is full of pure hand-made lace and embroidery. In addition to the jewel ribbon on the shoulder, it is also inlaid with 1314 rhinestones. It twinkles in action.

The whole wedding dress design has only one theme, that is, it is bound to present the most perfect side of the bride in front of the groom.

Such a wedding dress, such workmanship, such a design, the value of the geometry in the end, a few people can't help thinking about it.

However, for song and Chu, it was just a wedding dress designed by her.

From the day she knew that she and Lu Juncheng were husband and wife, song churan knew that she probably would not have the chance to wear this wedding dress in her life.

But today, in order to satisfy a little wish in her heart, she wants to wear this wedding dress, walk through a large area of grass, hold flowers, and walk towards the landing Jun City, and then give herself to him, hoping to start again.

Think of that kind of happy picture, song churan's face can't help climbing on a shy.

Display items and professional product commentators have also been in place. Half an hour before the start of the press conference, those reporters who had been waiting outside were allowed to enter.

Then came the agents who wanted to cooperate in the industry, as well as Lu Juncheng's friends who came to support.

Because the time has not yet arrived, so after song churan changed his clothes, he waited in the guest room for the time to pass slowly.

But standing in front of the balcony, looking at more and more people in front of the stage, song churan's heart is still a little nervous.

For others, maybe today's conference is just a product cooperation conference.

But for song churan, it was like the most important day of his life.

The time from the press conference is getting closer and closer, but Lu Juncheng's phone can't get through.

Cao Zijian can't be anxious in the infield.

Seeing that the press conference is about to start, Lu Juncheng's phone can't get through all the time. In desperation, Cao Zijian can only call song churan.

Hearing that Cao Zijian could not contact Lu Juncheng, song churan was a little worried.

Last night, she didn't wait for Lu Juncheng to send her a message, so she went to sleep. Maybe something went wrong last night?

The more he thought about it, the more worried song churan was.

She opened wechat, and there was no unread message from Lu Juncheng.

No SMS.

Song churan nervously makes a phone call to the front desk. After inquiring, the front desk also says that he has not noticed Lu Juncheng.

This time, song churan's heart is really hanging up.

Where is Lu Juncheng?

Didn't he promise to attend the press conference today?

Song churan doesn't want to be nervous, but when the object of the matter becomes Lu Juncheng, she has no way not to be nervous.

Standing in front of the sofa, song churan makes several calls to Lu Juncheng, but the other party's mobile phone is still in the off state, unable to contact.

He raised his hand and looked at the time. Song churan didn't care so much. He opened the door and was about to go out.

Because of the speed, she hit someone directly.

Strange breath kept pouring into her nose.

Before she could adjust her mood, there was a voice above her head that made her feel particularly annoying.

"The press conference hasn't started yet. What are you in such a hurry to do?"

On hearing this voice, song churan knew who the other party was.

She quickly jumped out of Quan Shaoxiang's arms, stepped back a few steps, kept alert, looked at Quan Shaoxiang and asked, "what are you doing here? What can I do for you

Song churan's estranged attitude makes Quan Shaoxiang feel uncomfortable, but he doesn't care about anything with her.

Quan Shaoxiang didn't say anything. He took out a mobile phone from his trousers pocket and handed it over.

"I'm here to return things!"

I've been with Lu Juncheng for some time, so naturally she knows his mobile phone.

Song churan was stunned for a moment. Then he took the mobile phone and looked at it. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he looked up at Quan Shaoxiang and asked, "how can his mobile phone be in your hand?"

"Just now I had dinner with him in the restaurant downstairs and talked about things by the way. He left in a hurry, so he left this behind. I'll be relieved if the things are returned to you. I have something else to do. Let's go first! "

After that, Quan Shaoxiang turned and left.

Looking at his back, song churan always feels that there seems to be something strange.