Chu Huandong looked at the newspaper in front of him, his heart was beating fast, and all the blood in his body rushed to his brain. His whole body was as blank and dizzy as if he was deprived of oxygen. He squeezed the newspaper tightly and his joints turned white because of the exertion.
He stood there as if in trance, unable to move.
He just maintained this posture, like a solidified statue. He didn't know how long it took before he slowly recovered. He only felt that his limbs were weak, and he slowly sat on the sofa in the small secluded room, his eyes filled with tears.
It's an unspeakable heartbreak.
In fact, from the day he left Wang Zhangzhu, he vaguely knew that their separation this time would be an eternal separation. From then on, the marriage of men and women would have nothing to do with each other. However, seeing Wang Zhangzhu get married was so painful that he couldn't help it.
Speech.
Chu Huandong used his fingertips to slide over Wang Zhangzhu's eyes, nose, and mouth on the newspaper bit by bit... Her charming voice seemed to ring in his ears, her lingering whispers, and the tenderness on the pillow in the morning, all seemed to be there.
In front of me, "Brother Huandong...Brother Huandong..."
But now, everything has become a bubble phantom.
Chu Huandong didn't know how long he had been sitting on the sofa. He didn't come back to his senses until the phone rang suddenly. The call was from Ding Lingyue, saying that he was busy with work and under great pressure these days and wanted to take advantage of this weekend to organize everyone to go overseas.
Go have some fun and relax.
Ding Lingyue must have also known about Wang Zhangzhu's upcoming marriage and was trying his best to distract himself.
Chu Huandong smiled bitterly and agreed in a calm voice. Then he stood up, took a deep breath, and put the newspaper back into Xiaoyou's drawer, as if he had never read it before.
He collected his emotions, walked out of Xiaoyou's room as if nothing had happened, and told the servant not to mention his return to Xiaoyou.
Chu Huandong didn't want to be a hypocritical person, let alone the sympathy and pity of others. Since the death was like this, he had to learn to face it calmly, even if he was pretending, he had to pretend to be like it.
Song Liangyu was more concerned about the wedding than Wang Zhangzhu. Taking the design list sent by the etiquette company, he asked Wang Zhangzhu's opinions one by one, "Zhangzhu, do you prefer a Chinese-style wedding or a Western-style wedding?
Zhangzhu, should you go to Milan or Paris to book your wedding dress? Zhangzhu, should we book the hotel at Dihao or Junrui..."
Wang Zhangzhu originally had no interest in these things, but when he saw that Song Liangyu was very interested, he couldn't put off his interest, so he could only deal with it with strong energy. Fortunately, Song Liangyu later saw that she was mentally weak and kindly let her go.
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Lying on the bed, Wang Zhangzhu once again thought of that cold but gentle face, those soft words, those good times, when she acted coquettishly with him, and she was so cute in his arms...
She stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears that fell from the corner of her eyes, and choked with bitter sobs. If it was not a last resort, if it was not to save the child, how could she use such a stupid method as a fake marriage again.
Wang Zhangzhu touched his belly and murmured to himself: Baby, you will be the one to accompany your mother in the stormy life in the future!
The wedding date of Song Liangyu and Wang Zhangzhu is getting closer and closer. The Wang family mansion is decorated with joy and is filled with an unusual and fanatical atmosphere.
In order to take care of Wang Chengcheng, Wang Zhangzhu and Song Liangyu agreed to live here after getting married.
Wang Zhangzhu looked at the red new house prepared by the servants for herself and Song Liangyu. The large wedding photos of her and Song Liangyu were hung in the room. She felt shocked.
There are too many memories of herself and Chu Huandong in this house. If it weren't for her father, she would never have chosen this place for her new house.
One week before the wedding, Wang Zhangzhu fell ill for no apparent reason. It was a cold. However, because she was pregnant, she could not take injections or medicine. She could only drink ginger water and stay in bed.
Song Liangyu carefully and considerately took care of the sick Wang Zhangzhu and told her not to worry. If her illness worsened, the wedding could be postponed.
Wang Zhangzhu smiled apologetically at Song Liangyu, "There is no need to postpone the wedding. I will definitely be fine by then."
During the preparations for this grand, complicated and solemn wedding, Song Liangyu played the leading role from beginning to end. He always maintained a joyful smile, was extremely patient, and concealed his danger and aggression in a gentle and harmless way.
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So much so that Wang Zhangzhu often thought that if Song Liangyu was willing to be good to herself, her father, and her children all her life, it would be okay if she really married him. Since she would never get the happiness she pursued in this life, she could get peace.
It's also good.
Hearing that Wang Zhangzhu was getting married, Ge Chengwei and Xu Yiming hurriedly ended their honeymoon trip and rushed back to attend her wedding.
The three of them were sitting in the large living room of Wang Zhangzhu's house. Ge Chengwei handed Wang Zhangzhu the gift he bought abroad as if it were a treasure. Xu Yiming asked bluntly and bluntly: "Zhangzhu, do you really love Song Liangyu?"
Why did you decide to marry him so quickly?"
Xu Yiming's side face had a hazy golden color in the midday sun, and its faint outline blended into the light and shadow, making Wang Zhangzhu seem to see the high-spirited young man many years ago. She saw his clenched fists and subtle movements.
Revealing his inner tension.
Wang Zhangzhu was moved, blinked and smiled, "The word love is too heavy, but I promise that I like him, and I will marry him voluntarily."
Xu Yiming closed his eyes, his long eyelashes covered with a layer of golden powder-like brilliance, and then solemnly said: "Zhangzhu, no matter what you do, I will support you. You always remember that no matter what happens, I and I
Cheng Wei is always by your side."
Wang Zhangzhu laughed at him, went out for a honeymoon, and learned to be poetic and artistic. In fact, he was deeply moved.
Whether she was looking forward to it or fearing it, the wedding day came. Ge Chengwei and the makeup artist put Wang Zhangzhu in a wedding dress. The wedding dress was designed by Song Liangyu and paid a large sum of money to an international master in Milan. The silk satin fabric was dotted with genuine small diamonds.
"Zhangzhu, you are so beautiful today!" Ge Chengwei looked at the dazzling Wangzhangzhu and admired her heartily.
Wang Zhangzhu looked at herself in the mirror. Her beautiful face and gorgeous wedding dress were indeed worthy of the word "flowers and beautiful marriage". She suddenly felt a sense of sadness, an indescribable sadness, and she gently closed her eyes.
, I have been married three times, real and fake, but this time is the most grand, and I have received the blessings of my close relatives and friends, but the person I want to marry is not the person I love most.
The wedding of Song Liangyu and Wang Zhangzhu was held in the private garden of the Wang family. Everyone who came to attend the wedding had to go through the security check. Those who came to the wedding banquet were all black and white heavyweights, and some
He is still a very powerful person, so security measures must be strengthened.
Several well-dressed men, wearing top hats and sunglasses, walked towards the security personnel with gold-plated invitations in their hands.
The dozen or so security guards were not surprised at all by their dark and face-covering attire, because almost all the bosses who came today were dressed like this. The security guards checked the names on the invitations and the ID cards of the visitors, and then looked at the people who came.
His appearance matched all three, so the security guards let him go as usual.
The corridors of the auditorium were lined with white lilies flown in by air, red roses were made into a curved flower door, a wedding march floated in the hall, and the red carpet in the aisle was strewn with petals.
Seeing celebrities, gentlemen, politicians and wealthy businessmen, Wang Zhangzhu took Wang Chengzhu's arm and walked towards Song Liangyu in front of the altar as the sound of salutes filled the sky.
Song Liangyu was wearing a handmade Italian suit, and his excited face was charming and handsome. When Wang Zhangzhu followed Wang Dacheng to the steps of the ceremony stage, he couldn't wait to run down a few steps and stretched out his hand to Wang Zhangzhu.
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The girl he had dreamed of for many years finally confirmed her new identity to her relatives and friends - Song Liangyu's wife, under the blessing eyes of her relatives and friends.
After making an oath, Song Liangyu and Wang Zhangzhu began to exchange rings, and then Wang Zhangzhu threw the bouquet in his hand.
While everyone was applauding and cheering, a smile like a silver bell sounded particularly harsh. Although it was not particularly loud, it still caught Wang Zhangzhu's attention. She slowly turned around and faced the softly walking girl.
Lin Yurou walked out of the crowd with swaying steps.
Wang Zhangzhu looked at Lin Yurou, who shouldn't be here. She had obviously dressed up carefully today, with no trace of makeup and a high-end, sexy dress. She was no worse than herself in a white gauze.
Lin Yurou's posture was clearly meant to provoke.
"Miss Wang, Mr. Song, I wish you a sweet wedding." Lin Yurou faced the two newlyweds with a bright smile.
Song Liangyu glared at Lin Yurou with sharp eyes. Originally, they had agreed that Lin Yurou would not come to his wedding today, but this damn bitch actually came!
In front of Wang Zhangzhu and the guests, Song Liangyu couldn't show his resentment too obviously, so he could only smile perfunctorily and said, "Thank you, Miss Lin, for the compliment."
Lin Yurou's main target today was Wang Zhangzhu. Looking at Wang Zhangzhu who was wearing a white wedding dress, she was about to say something when she heard a majestic and deep voice behind her, "Who invited you here? You are not welcome here. Get out."
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Just hearing this voice, Lin Yurou felt a chill in her heart. She quickly turned her head and met a sinister and fierce look in horror. This person was none other than her former brother-in-law, Wang Dacheng.
Wang Dacheng looked at the gorgeous Lin Yurou with disgust. No matter why she came today, he would not welcome her. If he hadn't seen that this woman had helped Song Liangyu deal with Chu Huandong, he would have hurt her when she came back this time.
The killer is here.
Lin Yurou twisted her face uncontrollably, and whispered fearfully: "Mr. Wang, I'm here to congratulate you and Miss Wang." She was so blinded by jealousy that she even forgot that there was another person beside Wang Zhangzhu.
The powerful protector, the cruel and ruthless Wang Dacheng.
"Hurry up, no one welcomes you here." Wang Da's voice was not loud. After all, today is a good day for Wang Zhangzhu, and he, the master, cannot be too stingy.