In the early summer of May, the weather had begun to get warmer. In the dusk, Murong Qingzhen watched Jiang Zimo leave Fengshan Villa under the escort of bodyguards. Behind her, there were several people who went to wait on her.
maid.
Five cars drove off the private road around the mountain. He stood in front of the window and stared for a while before walking to the safe hidden in the closet in the bedroom.
He opened the safe casually, and the next second, a clear smile appeared on his lips.
However, although this smile looks gentle, it actually makes people feel cold.
She, after all, took away the snake-shaped bracelet... So, she hasn't forgotten it yet, right?
It doesn't matter, he will make her forget it.
"Azi, if it doesn't work, I would rather do it myself and squeeze him out of your beautiful head bit by bit."
After slamming the door of the safe, he suddenly couldn't control the anger in his heart and slammed the single sofa beside the bed against the dressing table not far away.
Turning around, he stood up and vented all his anger and grief on everything he could see. The antique vase next to the bed, the coffee table and the footstool all became cannon fodder in his anger.
The glazed table lamp smashed against the European-style stove stand opposite, and the only light in the room went out.
The sound of heavy breathing spread wantonly in the darkness, shattering the ground and causing heartache in the room.
At this moment, Murong Qingzhen could not help but resent the teasing and ruthlessness of fate. She was the woman he loved with all his heart, and she was the woman he loved with his life.
Why? Why? Why should he bear such a haggard love?
Jiang Zimo, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, stared blankly at the beautiful mountain scenery passing by outside the window. When the car made a sharp turn and finally exited the mountainous road, she turned back absentmindedly and took one last look at Murong's Feng.
Mountain villa.
The house was built less than ten years ago, but it is built in the Gothic European castle style on the west bank of the lake.
In the weather in May, it was the time when the mountain scenery was lush and green. Jiang Zimo thought in a trance about the dream he had had when he was a child, as if his wedding should be like this.
Green summer lawn, luxurious but elegant gauze curtains, melodious music played by the band, crystal clear and mellow rose champagne, sweet and exquisite giant wedding cake, solemn and romantic vows and a handsome and outstanding man in a pure white suit
, beaming and well-dressed guests, waiters in suits and bow ties.
With all these dreamlike accompaniments, she held her husband's hand and walked slowly into the auditorium. Countless bright red petals fell from the sky. The witnesses gave speeches, exchanged rings, drank glasses of wine together, and lit candles together. Everything was like a prince.
The most dizzying scene in White Horse's Dream.
That was the most magnificent dream of any girl in the world. She had also had such a fantasy.
It's just that today, when she put on a beautiful wedding dress that looked like one in a movie scene for the first time, she couldn't taste the slightest bit of sweetness and joy in her heart. When Murong Qingzhen kissed her, his eyes were slightly gloomy and hot.
It made her heart feel as painful as being burned. She knew exactly what he was thinking and worrying about.
He should be full of regrets like her, right?
Jiang Zimo finally knew that fairy tales were just fairy tales, and what was in front of her was real life.