The clothes are very simple and beautiful. Wedding clothes are more of the most romantic interpretation of marriage. Facing herself in the mirror, Tong Xiaoye understands why girls must want a romantic wedding. What they want is just a kind of wedding.
A true interpretation of inner dreams.
"It's so beautiful." The waiter who followed said with a smile, "Your fiancé has really good taste. He can choose this one among so many clothes, and this one is so suitable for you. You will definitely be a good one."
A very beautiful bride.”
Tong Xiaoye was stunned for a moment, looking at herself in the large floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite, a little strange, "He is not my fiancé, he is just a male friend of mine."
The waiter was stunned, smiled and said, "You guys look like a couple."
"Really?" Tong Xiaoye smiled and arranged her clothes carelessly, "Maybe it looks more like it just because it's not."
The waiter was a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions and changed the topic to clothes.
"I want to see it again." Tong Xiaoye looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was quite beautiful, but the person who chose it was not herself or the man she was going to marry, but a man who had nothing to do with her future.
Is this unfair to Xuan Jinmo?
"Of course." The waiter said with a smile, "We have the latest and most beautiful wedding dresses in the city. You can choose any of them and become the most beautiful bride."
Tong Xiaoye nodded, hesitated, and looked at the waiter, "I want to make a call, can you avoid it?"
The waiter hesitated, smiled politely and said, "Of course, but we don't allow photography here, so please don't-"
"I know." Tong Xiaoye frowned slightly and said indifferently, "If you are worried, you can stand aside. I just want to call and ask my fiancé if he has finished what he is doing, and I want him to come over and help me.
Please give me some advice."
The waiter withdrew in embarrassment. When Tong Xiaoye frowned slightly, there was a kind of intimidation that made people subconsciously quiet.
Tong Xiaoye paused for a moment. She knew that she was in a bad mood and would inevitably have some ups and downs in her words. However, she could not keep her words gentle and fair in this mood.
Listening to the voice on the other side of the phone that was so stereotyped that she wanted to get angry: Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please call again later. Tong Xiaoye felt that she was really going to get angry.
"Xiaoye." Su Guohao, who was waiting outside, saw Tong Xiaoye coming out of the house after changing into his own clothes, with a bit of annoyance on his face, and immediately stood up, "What happened?"
"It's nothing." Tong Xiaoye frowned slightly, "There's something going on in the bureau. I'm in a hurry to get back. Sorry, I have to take a step first."
Su Guohao didn't think much and nodded, "It's okay. You go and do your work. I'll go check on the store. When you're done, you can contact me at any time if you need my help."
Tong Xiaoye nodded, left the wedding dress shop, got in the car, drove, and went straight to the little boss's shop without even thinking about it. In her impression, Xuan Jinmo seemed to have only the so-called sister, but the only one she kept in contact with was the little boss.
This time is not the time to eat. The shop of the little boss is quite quiet. The little boss is half lying on the rocking chair, rocking, listening to the radio, drinking tea, and enjoying himself.
"It's really comfortable." Tong Xiaoye said jokingly, and then sat down on the chair in front of the table opposite, "Baking in the sun, listening to the radio, and drinking tea."
The little boss was startled and thought: This girl is really good at skills. She walked so lightly when she came in. He didn't notice because he was thinking about the old address.
"Tong Xiaoye, I'm old, I don't need to be scared." The little boss caressed his chest, "I'm scared to death, be careful of your godmother settling accounts with you."
Tong Xiaoye curled her lips, "Where is Xuan Jinmo?"
The young boss raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "He's not with you? Didn't he say that you two are going to get married in the next few days?"
"I can't find him." Tong Xiaoye said with some frustration, "I don't know him at all. With him hiding, I don't know where to start. I can't use my position to find out his details.
Well, I don’t want to know his details yet.”
"He didn't come to my place." The little boss said with a serious expression. "I have been busy with some things these days, so I didn't meet him. Is he at home? His health is not very good. Maybe he is at home.
rest."
"Is he not in good health?" Tong Xiaoye was a little surprised.
"Yes." The little boss thought for a while, "If you go to his home again and look for him, he has nowhere else to go. Apart from home, I am the only one here. He has never interacted with other relatives."
Tong Xiaoye pursed her lips and nodded, "Okay, thank you."
Watching Tong Xiaoye leave, the little boss frowned. A Sima had already made him anxious. Not only did he come here, he also added content to the city out of thin air. He wanted to build a delicious restaurant in a short time without causing any trouble.
Anyone's weird.
Coupled with this is the willful and paranoid Xuan Jinmo, who is completely indifferent and breaks all the promises he made to himself before, but the breach of contract makes him unable to say a word. Anyway, in one sentence: If you don't like it, you can always do it.
Send me away.
He stood in front of him so stubbornly, desperately talking about missing her and wanting to go back.
If he doesn't show up, is he really unwilling to face Tong Xiaoye in this time and space?
However, the little boss sighed, Tong Xiaoye seemed to have fallen in love with Xuan Jinmo.
Also, Su Guohao, who was related to Xiaoye, a young boy of this generation, married Xiao Dan.
Two people who clearly could not meet again met again, and Tong Xiaoye, who had sworn not to fall in love with Xuan Jinmo, still fell in love with Xuan Jinmo.
What is this?
It’s messy, it’s messy, it’s all messy! The little boss sat back in the rocking chair dejectedly.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with it being messy! The little boss thought quietly.
Returning to the building where Xuan Jinmo lived, his door was still closed and the doorbell still didn't ring. Tong Xiaoye almost opened the door. Leaning against the door, Tong Xiaoye bit her lip and said, Xuan Jinmo, you are too much.
They were about to get married, but as the groom, he disappeared!
Tong Xiaoye looked around. Most of the residents on this floor were probably at work. It was very quiet. As a police officer, the locked door couldn't bother her at all. Although it was a little bit like this - she thought, she couldn't care less at this time.
More, let’s open the door first. After all, she is also the mistress of this house, and she will soon.
The door lock clicked open, and Tong Xiaoye pushed the door open gently. The light in the room was extremely dark, the curtains were hung, and there was a smell of tobacco and wine mixed together.