Mr General doted on his sweet wife

Thousand Island Lake Villa.

Designers shuttle back and forth to measure Shen and his fiancee and try on their dresses.

The whole villa looks lively.

However, Shen Muhan's face did not show any joy.

A moment later, in the designer team, a female designer stood in front of Shen Muhan.

He is drooping his eyes. The designer has finished his collar and cufflinks.

He is much thinner, but he is better at shoulder width and leg length. He can still hold up the dress very well, which is very appropriate and imposing.

Every inch of clothing is just right to wrap his body lines, showing his incomparable aura.

Xia Jiu's hand is stagnant, Shen Mu Han raises eyes, then sees her to show a trace of pale face.

"It's you." Shen Muhan frowned in doubt.

Just now, he had been thinking about his mind, and he didn't care who the designer was.

Xia Jiu's face is whiter than usual, transparent to almost transparent, without any blemish, it also appears that the pink of her eye tail is particularly heavy.

Xia Jiu said softly, "I told myself before that as long as you live, your wedding dress will be designed and made by me No matter who you are married to. "

Her fingers slightly clenched the button, and then released: "does Han Shao feel that there is something wrong with it?"

In the mirror, he had a long body and a proper appearance, and there was nothing wrong with him.

Probably the only thing that's not appropriate is his bride choice.

"Yes." He said in a low voice.

Xia Jiuzhang opened his mouth and finally summoned up the courage to ask: "so How long have you been together? "

"Is this important?" He asked.

Xia Jiu bit his lip: "so when you usually see me, is the joy you show is false?"

"Miss Xia, you are my old love after all. It seems that I am not surprised to see that you still have residual feelings?"

Men's voice is particularly cold, now listening to the ears, only endless sense of alienation.

Xia Jiu drooped her eyes and her long hair fell down. She held out her hand and stroked it back. "Why didn't you refuse me that night when I saw the movie?"

She was full of hope at that time and explained to him the causes and consequences of Gu's father's and mother's affairs.

But he didn't hear a word, did he?

Or did he treat her as an optional spare tire?

She looked at Shen Muhan, looking for a clear answer.

Shen Muhan, however, had his spare time and arranged his cufflinks: "I am not Liu Xiahui. It is normal that I have no immunity to the initiative to throw myself into arms."

"In that case, do you think you are worthy of your fiancee?"

"I told you I had a wife, and you pestered me with it."

Xia Jiu's blood is surging up and his face is flushed.

When I think back to myself, I see all kinds of things in him. It's really my wishful thinking.

And he was just passive.

He didn't even want to tell himself his real identity.

Maybe everything, on his side, had been buried three years ago.

Only myself still cling to those past emotions.

His love is strong and blazing, just like a flame. When it burns, it's all stinging and burning, and everything in the past is only ashes.

She was the only one who was still looking forward to the end of her life.

Xia Jiu grits teeth to hold back the crystal of Mou bottom, Shen Mu Han says faintly: "this button still wants to deal with?"

It seems that the communication between two people just now is just a discussion about commodities between the guests and designers.

Xia Jiu droops her eyes to see the buttons.

A woman came in, summer nine subconsciously raised eyes to see her, she light and alienated, a smile.

It's the woman on the wedding photo. It's not very beautiful, but it has a special charm.

Xia Jiu feels that he is very shameless. He even makes such a thing. He leads his fiance and faces her directly.

He even came to find Shen Muhan today.

In fact, she did not think that this was the bureau that Shen Muhan arranged to humiliate herself for a moment of resentment. As long as she said two obedient words, he would be fine.

But when the living fiancee stands in front of him, Xia Jiu can no longer deceive himself.

Everything is real. I have too much wishful thinking.

"Not yet, all right?" Asked the girl.

"Wait for me in my room first." Shen Muhan whispered, the voice is not much gentle, but absolutely more gentle than just talking with Xia Jiu.

She turned and walked to Shen Muhan's bedroom.

Xia Jiu steadied his mind and his fingers, but the tip of the needle still poked several times on the tip of his finger. It was not easy to deal with the flaw of the last button.

She flushed her eyes and packed up and left.

She can't help turning back again. She looks at Shen Muhan. He is tall but lonely. Xia Jiu really wants to go up and give him a hug. When she thinks of his fiancee, Xia Jiu finally knows that everything is over."Wait a minute."

When Xia Jiu turns to leave, Shen Muhan stops her.

Xia jiudun stopped and tried to keep his back straight.

At such a time, she would not expect him to change his mind.

She didn't want to see a man's half hearted performance.

But she I really want to stay with him so much that I can't make sense of it.

"Here you are."

When she heard a voice behind her, she turned around and saw her own clover Earrings first. That was what she left carelessly when she was with him that night.

Then, under the earrings, there was a check for 20 million.

He gave her the same gestures and gestures as when he first gave her a check.

Even the amount has not changed.

Xia Jiu is full of thoughts, all of a sudden all smooth up.

The hot blood turned cold.

What he gave him was humiliating and indignant. People who knew each other best knew how to hurt each other's hearts.

Her eyes were crystal clear and her lips were smiling. Her hands took over: "thank you, Han Shao."

With that, she turned and strode away, this time without looking back.

Until I met little ten little eleven in the yard.

They hugged Xia Jiu's legs.

"We're going to leave with mommy too!" Xiao eleven cried and hawed, "we don't live with bad dad!"

"Well, we'll all follow you!"

Xia Jiu's heart is soft and painful. He doesn't know what to say.

She won't look for Shen Muhan again, but she can't let go of these two children.

She looked to one side of the wind: "please tell your little Lord that the children are mine. Since he is going to get married, it is better to let them be raised by me."

Fengying looked at them for a while, then went upstairs, and then came to pass a message after a moment: "the little Lord said that since they want to leave, they can't come back after leaving."

This was passed on to little ten and eleven.