Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Fu zhengci closed his eyes and his deep breath was full of pain. Xiaoyu, I really let go this time. You must be happy, otherwise I won't be at ease in my life.

Fu zhengci turned around, opened the door and went in. The ward was very quiet. He walked slowly to the bedside table, put the heat preservation bucket on the bedside table and looked at Lu Xiaomei sleeping with her eyes closed on the bed.

Her face was pale, but she still had picturesque eyebrows. Her thin willow eyebrows, small and straight nose and round face were a little baby fat, but now she has become a melon seed face.

It seems that he has never seen her so seriously. She broke into his life. He was not happy when she came, nor sad when she left. But why is her heart heavy and sad at the moment?

He sat down by the bed and gently held her hand. "Little sister, get better quickly. Even if you surround me all day and twitter annoys me, I will recognize it. Just don't lie on the hospital bed so fragile."

It's like, if you don't pay attention, you'll disappear without a trace.

Lu Xiaomei's dream is full of sadness and pain. Her obsession brings her pain. She really can't bear it anymore.

In the high-end club, Lu Feng sat on the Royal Blue Velvet sofa and casually flipped through the magazine. This club gathered the wedding dresses customized by the world's most famous wedding dress designers.

Tomorrow is his engagement ceremony, but he doesn't care at all. The dress came back long ago and didn't try until today.

At this time, he was wearing an iron gray suit with clean cutting and perfect lines, but he had no joy of becoming a prospective groom on his face.

One end of the clubhouse was surrounded by a curtain. At this time, the curtain was opened. The woman in a big red dress stood there. The quiet facial features, coupled with the festive big red, were a little more charming and enchanting.

It's a pity that no matter how beautiful she is, she can't get into the man's eyes.

"Lu sanshao, look at your bride. This dress is tailored for her. It's the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."

Lu Feng raised his head and looked at tenderness dispassionately. He didn't agree with the waiter. Tenderness is beautiful, but it's less than one tenth of Eden's.

But no matter how much he likes it, he still has to compromise after all.

Gently and nervously, she grabbed the skirt and looked at Lu Feng in shame. "Brother Lu, do I look good?"

Lu Feng took a look, then took back his eyes and said faintly, "it's OK."

The gentle expectation on her face was frozen. She looked down at the dress. She thought it was very beautiful, but in Lu Feng's eyes, it was just ok?

She knows that she can't compare with that woman's gorgeous crown, but she has that kind of self-confidence. She is very beautiful, but in the end, can't she get into the man's eyes?

She bit her lip. "I think it's OK, too. Then this one doesn't need to be changed."

Lu Feng was noncommittal. He gently looked at his cold eyebrows and eyes. A hot heart completely cooled down. She thought that as long as they were engaged, his heart would be on her sooner or later.

However, he was indifferent to her from beginning to end, even if she made such humiliating concessions.

At this moment, her heart is inevitably impetuous and difficult to be peaceful.

The curtain was pulled up again. The waiter looked at her and said, "Miss Wen, this skirt really suits you. In fact, sometimes men's aesthetics is different from ours, as long as we like it."