Marry To True Love!

The farther you run, the better!

The cold wind is blowing in my ears, but also with scattered snowflakes, blowing on the red and swollen face, heartache, jingling sound coming from behind, Santa Claus drives the carriage full of gifts from her side, and in this time full of enjoyment and relaxation carnival, it seems that she is the only one, with a look of panic, running in the street under the night Head, nervous, confused, fleeing

Bang -

looking back to see if anyone was chasing after her, she didn't know what she was kicking. She let out a loud "bang" sound. She let out a low cry, and suddenly stopped her steps and turned her head suddenly.

She kicked the guitar box of a man who was singing in the street. The box was kicked out a long way, and the money in it was kicked everywhere.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... "

She quickly squatted down to pick up the money from the crowd, gasping and apologizing: "I I didn't see I'm really sorry... "

Around the crowd noisy discussion of what, are surprised to see this dress and dress with Christmas Eve incompatible woman, money is too much, the wind is too big, was blown away a lot, Bai Xi two hands holding full money back to the guitar box, the guitar box back to the original place, anxious apology: "sorry, I'm not..."

The moment I looked up and met the sight of the owner of the guitar, the guitar box in my hand "bang" fell to the ground again, and the money that had just been put back flew out again, and it was carried away by the cold wind.

She looked at him stupidly and mechanically said the words that had not been finished: "so Meaning Of... "

The man sitting on the steps, wearing a black windbreaker and holding a white wooden guitar in his arms, was looking at her with a smile on his cheek. He was not angry because she kicked away the money he had earned through hard work all night.

In the cold wind and soft night, the outline of a man's face comes into view, and gradually overlaps with a very familiar face in my memory

Flax short hair, slanting into the temples of thick eyebrows, high nose, cold thin lips, and that pair of bright black eyes like stars

It's just like

It's like that!

This man, no matter in shape or appearance, is strikingly similar to Su Shaoqian. For instance, when she looked up to see him, she mistakenly thought that he had found her

Yes, he thought she was dead. How could he find France

How can we find France

She slowly bent down, her brain empty nothing, just mechanical to pick up a few pieces of money left on the ground, picked up, saw the diamond ring on the ring finger of her left hand, tears suddenly fell down without warning.

Suddenly I miss him.

In this exotic street, in this happy day of relatives and friends, in this moment of enjoying love and family affection, she is alone, here, here, madly missing him

The man didn't know when he squatted down beside her. He still held his guitar in his arms. He looked at her cheek swollen and crying with curiosity and said in Chinese: "are you ok?"

Deep and gentle voice, mixed with gentle night, pleasant to hear incredible.

Bai Xi shakes his head and holds several banknotes in his hand. His tears are falling: "not good..."

Not at all

"What can I do for you?" The man continued to ask with good temper.

Bai Xi sobbed and looked up at him with a pair of tearful eyes: "you What is it called Name? "

The man's thin lips are hooked with a shallow smile: "jiloan."

Bai Xi choked and looked at the handsome face close at hand. The tears that had just stopped surged out again, and the broken beads rolled down from his face and wet the banknotes in his hands.

Why?

Why not call him Su Shaoqian?

Her sad cry made the man smile helplessly, revealing eight neat white teeth, took out a square fold of neat handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped her tears: "what are you crying for? It's Christmas day. I'll give you a present. Don't cry, will you

He is gentle smile, a pair of dark eyes in the twinkle of a little star.

Bai Xi Ning eyebrows, but tears fall more and more fierce.

Su Shaoqian often asked her what she was crying for, her voice was very impatient, and her eyebrows were always upside down. After asking, she always tried to make her happy

Just thinking, the man who left did not know when he came back again. He had a box of beautiful gift box in his hand: "well, I'll give you a box of chocolate."

Bai Xi sobbed. He looked at him and the gift box in his hand. After a while, he handed over the paper money he was holding in his hand. He reached for the box and said in a hoarse voice, "thank you..."

"When you're not happy, eat some chocolate." He raised his hand and rubbed her untidy hair.Bai Xi held the chocolate box and looked at him pitifully with a pair of watery eyes: "why You want me a present? "

After a sentence, he sobbed.

The man continued to smile, eyebrows with a touch of mild: "because today is Christmas ah, happy a little bit, eh?"

In front of her eyes, she became a little misty again. The blurred man's face looked more like Su Shaoqian. Bai Xi's eyebrows coagulated, sobbing and nodding.

"Miss White." Behind him, suddenly came a woman's flat voice.

Bai Xi was stunned. After two seconds, she suddenly got up and was about to run. In the blink of an eye, the blonde girl stood in front of her eyes. In the curious eyes of the people around her, she calmly looked at her: "Mr. Qian is waiting for you."

"Sandra..."

Bai Xi bit his lips and asked her in a hoarse voice: "you Let me go How about that? "

The woman looked at her eyes, still calm as a pool of stagnant water: "Mr. Qian is waiting for you."

“……”

On the street, a long black sedan was parked quietly.

Bai Xi closed his eyes in despair.

Qian Xiaochong ran out because she was angry. Looking at the panic of the whole villa at that time, you can guess the seriousness of this matter

This time, I'm afraid, the chance that she can survive will be small and small

"You..."

She took a deep breath and said, "wait a minute..."

Turning back, the man has been hanging his head to put his guitar into the guitar box, she squatted down in front of him, tilted her head and looked at him carefully.

Man did not look up at her, thin lips but habitually hook a smile: "see what?"