"Ms. Wen, you look extremely beautiful in this wedding dress!" The clerk looked at Wen Xihe who was wearing a wedding dress with envy on his face and sincerely praised him. The clerk's eyes fell on Lan Lingzhou behind him.
"I'm so happy. Mr. Lan specially asked a famous designer from Milan to design this. It's unique in the world!"
Wen Xihe pursed her lips and smiled. Through the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of her, Lan Lingzhou was standing less than two meters away from her, staring directly at her with a pair of burning eyes. Her cheeks were a little hot. Lan Lingzhou
Zhou's hot gaze made her very uncomfortable. Thinking that it would relieve her embarrassment, she turned around and asked softly.
"Can...is it okay?"
Lan Lingzhou's eyes became more and more radiant. He leaned against the wall and raised the corners of his mouth in an upward arc, "Turn around!"
Wen Xihe lifted the skirt of her wedding dress with both hands and slowly spun it in place under Lan Lingzhou's gaze.
The surroundings rotated slightly in her sight. She saw the skirt of the wedding dress flying slightly, and saw Lan Lingzhou's eager gaze.
Also, a man's gloomy and dim eyes.
"ah--"
She almost pulled at the hem of her skirt, her body staggered, and she fell heavily, falling into the soft cushion of the wedding dress.
Lan Lingzhou rushed over, picked her up, pulled up her skirt for her, frowned, "Is everything okay?"
Wen Xihe's face turned slightly pale, and Lan Lingzhou was a little confused. He followed her gaze and became silent for a moment.
He Mingjue was leaning against a wall, and because of the distance, she couldn't see his expression clearly. But she could just see his eyes, which were filled with inexplicable gloom and a trace of suppressed anger.
He was leaning against the wall, his face looking bad.
Wen Xihe stood there, looking at him silently. She wanted to ask him if the wound was healed and if he had recovered. She opened her mouth and finally swallowed everything.
He Mingjue came over and looked down at the beautiful face in his sight. Even without rouge and gouache, this face was still so radiant. The man's slender fingers wrapped around her delicate cheeks, touching her gently little by little.
The man's familiar breath and body temperature were close at hand, with a slight chill on his fingertips, creeping up her face little by little.
Wen Xihe suddenly felt like she had been hit in the head with a stick. When she realized that Lan Lingzhou was still around, she subconsciously took a step back. The look on her face was like a frightened little rabbit.
.The temperature of He Mingjue's eyes suddenly became a little cooler.
"He... He Mingjue!" Wen Xihe took a breath. After experiencing that night of wanton entanglement, she always dared not look into this man's eyes. It seemed that she just wanted to look into his eyes.
, the secrets hidden in her heart would be revealed at a glance. She mustered up her courage and stood firm.
"I'm getting married, please bless me!"
You bless me...
It's not that you married me, it's not that we got married, it's not that I came back. It's that you blessed me.
He Mingjue's eyes were fixed on the girl in front of him, whose eyes were evasive but still firmly on the spot asking him to bless him. There was a slow coldness flowing in the air. She seemed a little cold and couldn't help but shivered. She stood silently next to her.
The lying man immediately put his coat on her shoulders automatically. The man's hand went up to her shoulder, and her body only stiffened for a moment, but she did not move away.
He Mingjue's eyes became colder and colder, but he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. He looked at the two people standing side by side and slowly approached her step by step, as if he was deliberately torturing her. After a long time, he finally looked at her.
Stop in front of.
The man's breath was hot, but the words he spoke when he leaned close to her were cold and warm.
"Xixi, I will not bless you. Never," he was clearly smiling, but a huge cool storm was silently swirling in his eyes, "unless that person is me!"
After saying that, he didn't even wait for her answer, turned around, walked calmly, put his hands in his pockets, and disappeared behind the door like a winner.
Wen Xihe's footsteps moved, but he did not catch up.
What are you going to do after him? Want a blessing from him?
With a wry smile, she smiled and turned around to hold Lan Lingzhou's arm, with a hint of joyful relaxation in her voice.
"Okay - let's continue!"
ps: Those who have tickets hold a ticket hall, those who have flowers hold a flower field, and those who have nothing, hold a personal field, a human field! Keep your claws, keep your claws, scratch the ground, scratch the ground!!!o(>_<