As the New Year approaches, the company is very busy, and she and Tang Jingze have their own thoughts, which makes the way they get along a little bit "strange".

There seems to be a sign of a storm coming.

On the villa window, two red lanterns hung on Xiaoyuan, and a couplet was posted on the door.

Song Nanqiao sat on the sofa, looking at Xiaoyuan's busy figure, remembering that she was going back to her hometown for the New Year today.

She paid Xiaoyuan's salary, gave her another big red envelope, and asked her to finish it in advance and go home.

Xiaoyuan's eyes were shining with tears, and she left with great gratitude.

The living room suddenly became quiet, and when she looked upstairs, Song Nanqiao hesitated for a while, and still pushed open the door of the study.

When Tang Jingze saw her coming in, he couldn't help but smile, "Is there anything wrong?"

She walked over, and he put his arm around her waist and let her sit on his lap.

"The New Year is coming, let's go out to buy some New Year's goods."

Tang Jingze smiled, closed the computer, and nodded.

The two of them walked out together.

The New Year is coming soon, and Bincheng has been in full swing. The car cannot drive in, so they have to walk to the mall.

Tang Jingze held Song Nanqiao's hand, as if he was afraid that she would get lost.

After passing a wedding shop, Tang Jingze's eyes stopped and suddenly stopped.

Song Nanqiao stepped forward first and was pulled back by his right hand.

She followed his gaze in.

"Nan Qiao, have we not taken wedding photos?"

The man seemed to have fallen into some thought. He stared at him in a daze, raised his hand and pointed to a wedding dress inside.

"That wedding dress must look good if you wear it."

Song Nanqiao felt a strange feeling in her heart. Their marriage was arranged by their parents, and she had nothing to do with the ceremony that others had.

Tang Jingze looked at her deeply, "Let's go take pictures another day?"

Without waiting for her to answer, he led her into the store.

The cell phone in his pocket rang, but he didn't answer.

The waiter beside him recognized them with sharp eyes.

"General Tang, General Song."

Tang Jingze ignored it and walked straight to the wedding dress, "Just this one, Nan Qiao, wear it for me."

His vision has always been unique, and Song Nanqiao saw that he was very excited, but he did not refuse.

She nodded and, led by the waiter, took the wedding dress to the locker room.

Tang Jingze was sitting in the lounge waiting, and there was a text message on his phone: Do you really care about me? Don’t you even have a word of comforting me?

It's Ji Mengya.

He frowned, deleted the text message and put the phone back.

In less than a minute, the phone rang wildly.

Tang Jingze felt annoyed, so he picked it up, "Hey?"

There was a whimpering cry in the earpiece.

"Aze, you are completely fascinated by that vixen now, are you? In your eyes, I am nothing now, right?"

"Mengya, if you feel uncomfortable, you can let Dr. Lin come over. I have something to do, so don't make trouble." He responded lightly, with fatigue vaguely hidden between his eyebrows.

But she cried and shouted, "I don't want a doctor. I feel really uncomfortable. I don't know why you suddenly feel like a different person. Compared to Song Nanqiao, how bad is I? Aze, you are just temporarily fascinated by her. I can understand. After all, you are under the same roof. It doesn't matter. I can wait. When you feel tired of it, you will still return to me. You know, we are the ones that fit the most."

"I'm not playing, I'm serious. Mengya, listen well, I love her very much, I can't separate from her."

"Do you love her? What do you love her? Love has conditions. I met you first. She is the third party. Why do you still talk to her if she makes me like this now?"

Tang Jingze was a little bored, "I still have something to do, I'm dead."

"No hang up, I want you to come and accompany me. If you hang up, I will kill myself by cutting my wrist..."

The man's face suddenly changed. He stood up and faced the figure walking towards her, lowered his voice, "Don't threaten me, your life is yours, you should be responsible for yourself."

He hung up the phone with a "snap". After half a second, it rang again, as if competing with him. Tang Jingze picked up his phone and was about to turn it off.

Song Nanqiao was already standing in front of him. He looked up and simply put his phone back into his pants pocket.

"Does it look good?"

The gauze she mopped the floor was open to both sides, and the corners of her mouth were shining like flowing light.

Tang Jingze pulled her to the fitting mirror and wrapped her in his arms from behind, "It's so beautiful! Nan Qiao, can we make a date and take wedding photos?"

Song Nanqiao paused, his slightly drooping eyes curled away all emotions. She nodded, and hot tears surged out of her eyes.

But he smiled lightly, "Okay."

Tang Jingze raised his hand and wiped away the wetness on her face, "Don't cry, you know I can't stand you crying now."

They clasped their fingers tightly, and Song Nanqiao turned around and faced him, "I am moved."

Tang Jingze smiled, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "It's not even possible to be moved."

He took her hand and put it on his lips to kiss, "Nan Qiao, I still owe you a wedding, a honeymoon, a..."

She pressed his lips lightly, signaling him not to say anything more.

"Enough, you just need to remember that I want to work with you to live my life, and I can ignore anything else."

Tang Jingze tightened her, feeling an indescribable comfort and satisfaction in his heart. The curve of his mouth became more and more widespread, "I hope to be a person who is dedicated to you and never leave you together for a long time."

Song Nanqiao bit his lip flesh lightly, and the truth of what he said was right in his ears. Although it was just a few words, it was a great touch to her.

The phone rang out inappropriately. He frowned and took it out with a cold face to press it off, but he never thought that he could touch the answer button.

"Aze, I really cut my wrist. It turns out that the god of death has never left. I experienced it again, it hurts so much..."

Ji Mengya's weak shouting came from the phone.

He was stunned. Song Nanqiao was beside him. Even if he didn't turn on the speakerphone, she could hear it clearly.

The next moment, Tang Jingze opened the store in panic and rushed out.

Song Nanqiao stood there, looking at his anxious back.

The wetness in his eyes blurred his vision, but he still cared.

Tang Jingze kicked the accelerator, and the sports car was like a wild horse running wildly.

When he arrived, the door was empty and the curtains in the room were tightly pulled. He felt like he was in darkness, and his breathing was not smooth.

"Mengya?"

His heart was already hanging in his throat, and he hurriedly reached out to turn on the light.

The purpose of the game is Ji Mengya, who is lying motionless on the big bed.

Her face was terrible pale and she watched him come in calmly with her eyes open, and a bright red dripping down her wrists onto the bed sheets.

The smile gradually expanded on her face.

"Aze, look, you can't let me go after all, so you're still here."

He walked over and owed his body, "You are so crazy!"

Tang Jingze gritted his teeth, turned around and found a towel to wrap her wrist. He wrapped around her neck and picked her up.

There were a few footsteps in the corridor outside, and a few people passed by and looked inside curiously.
Chapter completed!