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!"
After saying that, she pulled the mop that was about three meters long and turned her slender waist, which was less than a handhold, and asked: "Why don't you praise me for wearing this wedding dress?"
Murong Qingzhen stood a few steps away, looked at her with gentle eyes, nodded and said: "It is indeed beautiful, Bai Lu and the others know your taste very well."
Of course, a woman wears a wedding dress once in her life, and it is custom-made from abroad at such an expensive price. With such a beautiful face and figure, it is strange that the dress can not only captivate the country with its beauty.
The ivory wedding dress is simple and elegant but shows meticulous elegance and nobility. It is worthy of being the wedding dress designer of the British royal family. This design can definitely be said to apply beauty and simplicity to the ultimate pinnacle of aesthetics.
The beautiful princess crown inlaid with twenty-three carats of beautiful diamonds, coupled with a set of Tahitian natural pearl jewelry, today's Jiang Zimo is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away.
When Murong Qingzhen saw her in her wedding dress, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Jiang Zimo turned his head and said to him: "Qingzhen, I want to go home and stay for a few days."
Her request was reasonable and reasonable. After all, Jiangzhai was the wedding home they had agreed upon before, and it was also the place where she grew up.
Murong Qingzhen did not agree immediately, but came closer and slowly hugged her waist.
"Azi, I love you." He said those three words so forcefully that he could clearly hear the voice in his heart.
At this moment, he felt that he was happy. Although this happiness had some shortcomings, it was still happiness after all.
"Qingzhen, you once promised to kill him for me before getting married." She stretched out her hand and climbed onto his neck, and the faint orchid-like fragrance drifted through his breath.
"Well, I will do what I say, don't worry."
"So, when did you...".
"Just tonight, my father has made an appointment with him to exchange the antidote for the antidote. Azi, after tonight, everything in the past will no longer exist. You belong to me, and I belong to you. The two of us.
, we will grow old together.”
"Qingzhen, thank you."
Her lips pressed against his cheek with trembling and suppressed sobs.
"Fool, why are you thanking me?"
"It will be very dangerous here tonight. You might as well go home for the time being. I have made arrangements and they will ensure your absolute safety."
Jiang Zimo pursed her lips in disbelief, shook her head and said, "Aren't you going to be with me?"
Murong Qingzhen patiently comforted her and said: "Be good, at such an important moment, I'm afraid something will go wrong. Don't worry, I will go find you as soon as the matter is over."
"Well."
She was silent and obeyed. Her arms climbed onto his shoulders, and her soft body pressed against his so softly. Her lips no longer escaped, and love spread between her lips and tongue.
Her acceptance slowly calmed down his intensely aching heart, and her breathing and body temperature slowly calmed down his struggling nerves.
Tonight will be a dangerous battle of life and death. He fights for the survival and honor of his family, and even more for the woman he loves. Even if it means death, everything is worth it.