Even if the pain is like poison struggling in the blood, you must smile calmly.
But the muscles were stiffening and the eyes were sore.
"Did you have a lot of fun in this game? I think you must, otherwise, I'm afraid you wouldn't have such patience a long time ago, right?"
"If my guess is correct, there is a real antidote to the poison my father was poisoned with, but you don't want him to wake up at all. You don't want him to have the opportunity to say anything to me again, right?!!
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The stinging and bloody taste on the tip of her tongue made her beautiful eyes flash with evil intent.
This kind of Jiang Zimo is her true nature.
Cold-blooded, pungent, smart, and beautiful!
She was born with many different sides.
It can be an angel or a devil.
Which side she will show depends entirely on whether she is facing good or evil.
But now, in such a chaotic situation, it seems that good and evil are hard to distinguish, and right and wrong are unclear.
Therefore, she can only choose to be a little witch wearing a black coat and sacrifice her soul to the evil God of Darkness.
"Murong Qingzhen, Bai Yanbing, I, Jiang Zimo, will use my skills as a woman to let you know what regret is..."
In the boundless cold, she hugged her shoulders tightly and stood in front of the gradually whitening window. A pair of beautiful bright eyes reflected a dark cold light.
The wedding invitation was specially designed by a famous artist, with a light pink background, silver ribbons, and delicate dark foxtail lily patterns.
Passing it into Jiang Zimo's hand, she felt that the faint pink color was like blood diluted by rain, which made her heart tremble.
The inner pages of the wedding invitation were naturally blank. After looking at them, she put the thin piece of paper back. The envelope was also light pink, very simple and elegant, without any fancy decorations, except for a flower on the seal.
The small silver foxtail lily means "Hundred Years of Love".
"Next month's wedding date, after you decide on the list this week, you can arrange for someone to write it."
Jiang Zimo responded, and was not in a hurry to get dressed. He picked it up and read it. In addition to the usual words to respectfully invite someone to a certain hotel on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, there was also a line of small words printed on the signature: "Rugu"
It is said that she asked a famous artist she knew well to write it, and gave her a lot of money to polish the pen. She had studied calligraphy since she was a child, so she knew it was extraordinary at a glance, but when she read the names of two people together,
But I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart - "Murong Qingzhen's purple ink on the river is like a drum, harp and harp, making a promise with a white head."
Like the bones of a harp, a promise can be made with a dead head? -----Haha, with whom can she go to the day of a dead head in this life?
With a sneer in his heart, he quickened his movements and threw the wedding card hastily in front of the dressing table.
A servant came and knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Madam, the makeup artist and stylist are all here, shall we start now?"
Jiang Zimo nodded and followed the servant to the large suite next door.
After an hour, she asked someone to come over and ask Murong Qingzhen to come over.
Murong Qingzhen looked at her wearing the wedding dress with a smile, leaned close to her ear, and said dotingly: "Why do you suddenly think of trying on a wedding dress?"
She smiled brightly, and her face, which had been carefully painted by the makeup artist, was even more bright and beautiful. "It's been a while since I got this wedding dress. I suddenly thought about it this morning, and I thought I hadn't tried it on yet!"