Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Marriage is a big event in life!

I can't go to knot so haggard.

That's a lifetime of face.

At the other end of the phone, Ling Yushen didn't answer for a long time. Lu Mian stroked his face with one hand. His voice was soft like an elongated sheep voice, "OK?"

"Forget it."

Ling Yushen's tone is indifferent. It seems that marriage is not an important thing for him.

Go anywhere and change it at will.

Knot or not.

If she doesn't get married, she'll get married.

Lu Mian's eyes suddenly widened. What do you mean, forget it?

It's not easy to think of himself. He broke his mouth before he agreed to get married. How can he give up?

Can't count!

"Well, you wait for me."

"How long?"

Lu Mian takes a deep breath. Is the time accurate to minutes?

What a gentleman!

"I haven't got up yet. I have to wash and make up. It takes two hours anyway."

"Forget it."

"An hour and a half!"

"Forget it."

"An hour!" Lu Mian clenched his teeth and said, "don't push an inch when Ling meets deep! One hour is my limit! "

"Yes."

Ling Yushen hung up the phone, took his certificate and hurried out.

Mrs. Ling stopped him. "Yushen, where are you going?"

"Something."

"Come back first. Mom has something to ask you."

Mrs. Ling's tone was serious, but Ling Yushen didn't stop, but left on business grounds.

As soon as he got on the bus, he received a call from Lu Mian.

Patiently answered, "what's the matter?"

Lu Mian just remembered that he had to take photos for a while. The photos on the marriage certificate can't be lost to others.

She asked reluctantly, "what color are you wearing?"

"Huh?"

"Don't get me wrong. I just want to take pictures later, so I'll ask you what color you're wearing first. Then I can match it with you. It's just the color of the clothes. "

"I didn't misunderstand." Ling Yushen's tone was faint. He hit the steering wheel with one hand and turned the car head, "white, shirt."

"Oh." Lu Mian proudly hummed, "I see."

White shirt, that's easy!

In an hour.

At the gate of lujiazhuang garden, Ling Yushen's Bentley stopped there quietly.

Lu Mian appeared at the door on time. Seeing Ling Yushen's car, his eyes lit up at first, and then he walked calmly.

She was wearing an apricot coat, which was as long as her calf. She wrapped herself tightly and couldn't see what she was wearing inside.

Open the door and get on the bus. Lu Mian pretends to be calm, "let's go."

"Seat belt." Ling Yushen reminded.

Lu Mian: "

Angry fall!

Inside the carriage, it was so quiet that I could hear my deliberately depressed breathing.

Lu Mian feels inexplicably upset. Does this atmosphere look like someone going to get married?

Why does she feel like going to mourning?

Reach out and turn on the music. The tracks are all strange to her. When the prelude to the first song sounded, Lu Mian pressed a song annoyingly.

Before, all the music in his car was what she liked to listen to.

Now... It's all gone.

After listening to the prelude of more than a dozen songs, Lu Mian finally believed that this was not her favorite song. Finally, she simply turned off the music.

I don't listen.

The cleanliness of the province.

Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, she has a light makeup, vitality and lovely, like a cup of summer grapefruit lemon honey, fresh and pleasant.

She leaned heavily against the back of the chair, her head did not turn aside, and looking out of the window, her angry face could be seen faintly.