Qian Lianxia leaned back in astonishment and kept a certain distance from his face, "Brother Shang Xuan, you have become glib. This is not like you!" She testified seriously about his behavior.
Situ Shangxuan smiled bitterly. His deep green eyes had a distant color. Thousands of star lanterns were hung on the giant Christmas tree in the center of the first floor of the building. They flickered and seemed to burn people's eyes. Some people were surprised and some were excited.
There were people surrounding it constantly taking pictures, and the snowflakes outside the window were filled with the sadness of a season.
Across a shop window, he looked like a person standing outside a shop window in a world of ice and snow, and the Christmas tree surrounded by people was a part of the scenery that he could not reach with his hands.
"If I could be like Ye Shengge, be more proactive, smooth-tongued, and cheeky, would you be mine now?"
Qian Lianxia's heartstrings trembled. There was a kind of magic in his deep green eyes, which seemed to suck her soul into them.
She deliberately looked away from him and walked in front. There was a cute mini bear in the window. Qian Lianxia pointed at the little bear and said: "Brother Shang Xuan, do you know that I have raised such a cute puppy before, but
Then he died, and I never had a dog again, even though there were so many dogs that were very similar to the one that died.”
Situ Shangxuan waited for her next words, "What do you want to say, Congee?"
"Do you know why I don't keep a dog anymore?" Qian Lianxia looked back at him playfully. In the scene of snowflakes, her black hair was stained with bits of dust, but it melted into the middle of the hair. Situ Shang
Xuan naturally stretched out his hand to brush it off for her.
"Because even though there are so many dogs that are similar to the one that died, there is no one dog that is the same dog that died."
His hand stopped stiffly in mid-air, and she was still smiling, with a smile filled with deep sadness in winter. Situ Shangxuan was also laughing, but his smile was in his heart, like a film.
Snowflakes fall, no matter how beautiful they fall, they will eventually take away the warmth of his whole body.
He was like falling into an ice cellar.
In this way, she was telling him that even if the opportunity comes again, even if he chooses to imitate Ye Shengge, he will not be Ye Shengge. Because in the heart of the woman he loves, no one else except Ye Shengge.
There's no way to replace it.
The snow is still falling, and the city's prosperity and decadence are hidden under the winter snow, just like her thoughts, which remain and can no longer be fulfilled.
What would Ye Shengge be doing at this time? No need to ask, she already knew the answer.
As soon as the call came from Las Vegas, Situ Shangxuan didn't even have time to go home and pack his luggage, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Qian Lianxia and left.
She went home alone, and the snow boots on her feet hit the ground and formed a small puddle of water on the toes.
When she arrived at an almost deserted place, she said to the empty person behind her: "Come out, I know you are behind me."
Hao Lianfeng suddenly appeared like a ghost, with a look of frustration on his expressionless face, "When did you find out?"
"I discovered it early in the morning, but I just didn't want to expose you. Anyway—"
Qian Lianxia walked in front and looked down at the tips of her shoes, "You know what he meant without asking."
"No, actually I," Hao Lianfeng seemed to have something to say, but swallowed it back.
The wooden man behind him actually showed fluctuating emotions. Qian Lianxia was very curious. She turned around and stopped, jokingly saying: "Maybe you still want to kill me again like the previous two times. But this time your chance of succeeding is very high.
, because no one will appear to stop you from killing me."
Qian Lianxia finished speaking in an understatement, Hao Lianfeng's handsome face had turned red, "You are still because of what happened in the past——,"
He turned away his head and did not dare to look at her. His usually expressionless handsome face was as embarrassed as an indifferent big boy, "You can forget about the past, because I will never have that thought again."
"Oh, that's good," Qian Lianxia patted her chest, "To be honest, I'm really afraid of death, so you must abide by your promise. Girl, I still have sixty or seventy years to live, and I don't want to die early.
I was born early, and I ask myself that I have never done anything to feel sorry for you!"
Qian Lianxia turned around and left, not forgetting to wave to Hao Lianfeng behind her, "No need to follow me anymore, I don't like having a big man behind me to affect my mood!"
Her figure walked away gracefully, her black hair on the temples was blowing, and a wisp of fragrance was far away.
Hao Lianfeng just stood there in a daze, his tight black coat blending with the white surrounding him, as abrupt as the deep secret in his black eyes.
From the time Qian Lianxia turned around and left until her figure disappeared, he had been standing there like a straight wooden stake, staring in her direction with his deep eyes, until Qian Lianxia's shadow disappeared from his sight, never to be seen again.
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Christmas Eve, another day, the snow has stopped.
I am afraid that people who have heard too much gossip before must also understand that today is also the day when the crown prince of the Long family, Ye Shengge, married Gong Ziji.
Miyako-hime is sitting in front of the dressing table, her strapless floor-length wedding dress leaking to the ground. Her bare round shoulders are fair and beautiful. Her forehead is being put on blush, and her long eyelashes are curled, making her watery almond eyes
Bigger and more divine.
It is undeniable that Miyako Hime is a woman with traditional beauty, with an oval face, delicate skin, and the most important thing is that her eyes are big enough, which fully meets the aesthetic standards of modern people.
At this moment, all the sharp edges on her body were put away. The woman in the mirror had her long hair pulled up and tied into a bun at the back of her head. Her attendant Yi Zhu was holding her belongings, and standing behind her was a member of the Long family.
A bunch of servants.
The stylist and makeup artist assistant started preparing as early as five o'clock this morning.
There was a happy smile on her lips, she looked at herself in the glasses with satisfaction, and said to Yi Zhu behind her: "Let's go."
She held up the hem of the floor-length wedding dress with both hands. Yi Zhu hurriedly handed her belongings to a maid behind her and stepped forward to hold up the back hem of the wedding dress to prevent Miyako-hime from stepping on it.
Miyako Ji still insisted on holding up her skirt and walked out of the room. After the snow fell, the sky became dark as if a heavy rain was coming. She suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart, but she still clenched her fists and gritted her teeth and told herself that she had finally married Ye Shengge.
, her dream for many years finally came true.
At this moment, there must be no problem, no, she won't allow it!
Gong Ziji got into the wedding car at the front, and Yi Zhu and others were in the wedding cars behind them.
The car was driving smoothly on the road. The driver glanced at Miyako Hime in the rearview mirror. Suddenly, he turned the steering wheel and the car drove towards another winding road.
The scenery along the road was no longer familiar to her. Miyako-hime noticed it and immediately said to the driver in front of her in a panic: "Did you drive the wrong way? This road is not the route to the auditorium!"
"correct!"
The driver took off his sunglasses and smiled coldly in the rearview mirror, "Miss Gong, our boss has been waiting for you for a long time."