Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

After the memorial service, it was the day when Yang Xiao was buried.

That day, it began to rain.

Cheng Yi holds an umbrella and stands on the fine grass in the cemetery, hugging aunt Wan who is crying.

She whispered, "Yang Xiao, I've chosen a good place for you. You like quiet. There are old men and women around here."

With that, I didn't want to speak anymore.

She never believed that Yang Xiao was dead.

Therefore, it has always been this irrelevant expression.

In dealing with the aftermath of Yang Xiao these days, Cheng Yi is puzzled that there is a person who should have appeared and has not appeared.

Where is Li mi.

She should have come.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yi pulls out her mobile phone and opens Li Mi's circle of friends.

This Bai Fumei is on vacation in Southeast Asia.

Cheng Yi opens the wechat dialogue window. She thinks about it and deletes the typed words.

Forget it, if you don't know, you don't know.

She thought so.

It was getting dark, and aunt Wan still refused to leave the cemetery.

It seems that if you stay here for one more hour, you can spend one more hour with your son.

Cheng Yi walked over, squatted down, clenched her hand and said, "if you sit here again, you'll freeze to death. Let's go."

Aunt Wan's hands were frozen like ice.

Cheng Yi takes out the warm baby from the pocket of her coat and covers it for her.

When she did this, she thought of Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao always warms her hands like this, but with his own temperature.

When I was about to leave, I met Mu Ni army who came to worship.

He waited until it was late and everyone left before he came.

He thought he couldn't touch aunt Wan.

I didn't expect to hit it.

Mu nijun was very painful. He had already regarded Yang Xiao as his son. When he heard about it, he had just finished chemotherapy and almost fainted to the ground.

At the moment, musfan pushed him over.

Mu nijun was sitting in a wheelchair and was too old.

"Ah wan..." he shouted softly.

Aunt Wan hasn't done much yet. Mu nijun tears first.

His throat was stuck and he didn't know what to say.

"Ah Wan, come here," he said.

When Aunt Wan saw him, she finally couldn't hold her tension. Like a child, she squatted in front of him, buried her head on the blanket on his knee and burst into tears.

Mu nijun raised his hand and wiped his tears.

The whole cemetery was silent, full of cold blue fog because of rain and fog.

Cheng Yi, holding a black umbrella, stands there quietly, raises her eyes and looks at mu sifan.

He is wearing a black suit, a black tie, a black coat, black gloves and a black umbrella in one hand.

The cold light made his expression look gloomy.

Like a devil coming out of the night.

He handed the umbrella to Secretary Ning and walked towards Cheng Yi alone.

"The wedding is scheduled for the seventh day of December. I ask the master to choose the day," musfan said coldly.

It seems to be intentional. I have to say this here.

Even if you are dead, you should let Yang Xiao's ghost hear the same.

"I see," Cheng Yi said.

She stared at him with a complicated expression.

There is a flame of hatred burning in my heart.

"I invited a famous wedding designer from New York to customize your wedding dress and make an appointment to measure you tomorrow," musfan said.

Rain and fog fell on his hair. He rarely combed such a big back. His forehead was all exposed. There was a small beauty tip with full momentum.

Are you dressed up to show off in front of your rival?

"You are so mean," Cheng Yi said.

"No matter how mean it is, it's your husband," musfan replied coldly, with a disgusting smile.

"About the wedding, do you think the church wedding is better, or the island..." he asked.

"I don't want to discuss the wedding with you, especially here," Cheng said.

Mu sifan turns around. The rain is cold on his face. Cheng Yi's umbrella still refuses to move an inch to him.

Whether you want to discuss it or not, it's a fact. You're going to be my bride.

He is going to send flowers to Yang Xiao.

Looking at his straight back, Cheng Yi made a noise and shouted to him, "I have promised you and got your certificate with you. Do you have to shoot him?"

Mu sifan turned around, smiled bleakly and said, "if I tell you, I don't know at all. I was knocked unconscious. Do you believe it?"

So many days.

He always wants to find a good opportunity to tell Cheng Yi about it.

But they didn't find it.

Seeing Cheng Yi shed tears for others is worse than killing him.

And

Obviously, she is her own woman, but she has to try her best to make such an explanation.

It made him feel ashamed.

Cheng Yi asked, "why didn't you say it earlier?"

"There's nothing to say." Mu sifan said, "you're so smart. Don't you understand? If I kill him, why should I shoot you? I know you're wearing a bulletproof vest. I'm not looking for trouble myself. Do you think it's reasonable?"

Cheng Yi has already figured it out.

Therefore, after returning home, she was unusually calm.

No more tears.

There are too many suspicious places.

"Maybe you're just trying to confuse me." Cheng Yi said, "in this way, you can make sense, and I won't hate you anymore."

Mu sifan sneered. He said, "if I were you, I would give him two shots. I wish you could see him die with your own eyes. In that way, you would completely give up your heart. You wouldn't feel like he's not dead. He's still alive and hiding in that corner. I don't know when and where he came out again!"

He walked forward a few steps, stared into Cheng Yi's eyes and said, "what's good for me? Why should I do this? Am I making trouble myself? Now he's hiding deeper in your heart. It's like a poisonous thorn. I can't pull it out."

Cheng Yi retreated and said, "is it you who asked Li Yan to send Yang Xiao?"

"Yes." Mu sifan said, "but I just asked Li Yan to transfer him from city A. believe it or not, I don't want to say more. Tomorrow morning, someone will pick you up to see the designer. It's too cold. What's your opinion about our wedding in Bali?"

In fact, he was distressed that she would be frozen in her wedding dress.

The original good words, I don't know how to say, they changed their taste.

Bali

Blue sea, white beach, golden sunshine

It was a beautiful thing, but because of the object of marriage, it was like performing a task.

At this moment, someone brushed his circle of friends and said with a smile: "really? Southeast Asia? It's too far away..."

This man is Li mi.

Looking at his circle of friends, he exclaimed, "when did I go to Southeast Asia? Why don't I know? Do I need to do this?"

"No, she'll doubt it," said Joanna. "According to the time, it's time for the funeral. It's unreasonable that you don't show up from beginning to end."

Li mi replied to her family's wechat and immediately turned off her mobile phone.

She looked out the window at the blue sea.

This is a small country near the Mediterranean. The blue sea and white buildings are as beautiful as fairy tales.

She stopped Joanna in the kitchen and whispered, "when can I see him?"