What does she want to do now? To be angry with him? To take revenge on him? Or is she really completely disappointed with him? Has she given up?
Bai Yanbing began to feel at a loss. He did not expect that the day he had expected would come so quickly.
Jiang Zimo never wanted to see Bai Yanbing again. She would hang up all the calls he made. During the day, she and Murong Qingyi stayed in the hospital together, but at night, she preferred to sleep in the hospital.
Either on the special cot used by the escort in the VIP ward of the hospital, or back to the villa in the south of the city. In short, I never returned to my apartment in the city again.
She knew that that place left too many memories about Bai Yanbing and herself.
She seemed to really make up her mind to say goodbye to everything in the past.
And while Murong Qingzhen was working hard to find a way to detoxify Jiang's father, their marriage was also going on with high profile.
This marriage has almost become one of the hottest topics in the city recently. It just so happened that Jiang Zimo and Chen Feiyan, close friends, chose to hold their wedding on February 14th, a romantic day.
It is said that in order to host these two eye-catching luxury weddings, the wedding company has urgently placed an order for over one million flowers to the flower garden. For red and white roses alone, the number required exceeds tens of thousands.
It is said that at Jiang Zimo’s wedding venue, there will be a sea of flowers.
But Jiang Zimo didn't seem to pay much attention to all this. Even though Murong Qingzhen repeatedly urged her to take the time to go abroad to buy some jewelry and clothes for the wedding, she entrusted it to Yang Yang and Ying Bailu.
manage.
"How can there be a bride like you? You even have to ask your friends to buy your wedding dress and jewelry. I really wonder if you are going to let them be the bride on your behalf." In this regard, Murong Qingyi
There is nothing you can do.
Jiang Zimo concentrated on staying in the hospital to take care of her father. She smiled calmly: "It's not like you don't know that Bai Lu and Yang Yang are my best friends. Maybe they know my preferences and tastes better than I do.
Leave these things to the two of them, and apart from costing you a little more money, you shouldn't be dissatisfied with anything else."
Murong Qingzhen could only shake his head and smile: "You know I don't care about that. Forget it, I know you just can't worry about your father's illness. Ah Zi, as long as you like it, I will do whatever you want."
Jiang Zimo smiled slightly and leaned into his arms gently.
In fact, if those factors were put aside, she sometimes felt that Murong Qingzhen was really a good candidate for her husband.
Isn't it? He is young, handsome, gentle, meticulous, and possesses almost all the advantages that can be cited.
Especially when Jiang Zimo saw him worrying about his father's illness every day, in addition to being moved, she also felt a thin layer of guilt.
But ----- what can she do? In life, how much love can be repeated?
It has been half a month since I returned from Qingchuan Island. During this half month, many things have changed quietly and dramatically.
When she rushed into the bathroom for the first time in the early morning and started vomiting, when she looked at the two red lines on the pregnancy test stick in disbelief, she went from the initial shock to having to believe that there was really something in her belly.
When a little life came quietly, Jiang Zimo felt clearly that he had changed.