1242. Chapter 1242 The wedding in the nightmare 20
The attitudes of the two police officers were completely different.
"If you can't finish it, that's because you are incompetent as a policeman. We pay taxes to support you, and we still need to help you work? Then what does the police station want you to do?" Tian Yuan responded coldly, then took Li Shufen and gave it to Tian Jiabao.
One look made him leave with the two old men.
Tian Biao was nowhere to be seen, so it was useless for her to make trouble. She could only wait to get married to Luo Chengjun as soon as possible, and then she could take her father out.
Three days, so fast, so fast that it seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. It was so fast that I didn't even have time to mentally prepare to put on a wedding dress for such a scumbag for the second time.
However, it seems to be going very slowly. Every night is a sleepless night. When I close my eyes, all I can think of is the face full of tears when I last saw my father. He is old, tired and weak. When I think of these things,
, she especially hopes that three days can be turned into one second, and she can flip through it like a book.
Outside the window, there are stars, indicating that tomorrow will be another sunny day.
Tian Yuan stood barefoot on the cold floor tiles, gathered up the blanket on her body, raised her head, and looked at the endless night sky. At this moment, the time seemed a bit lonely.
The beeping sound of the mobile phone was a bit harsh in this quiet late night. Tian Yuan didn't know what it was like in Italy at the moment, dawn? Or was it an evening with the morning glow dyeing half the sky red?
The phone was connected, but the other party was silent, with only shallow breathing reaching each other's ears through the phone.
"Shang Rong."
After a while, Tian Yuan broke the silence and spoke first, asking softly, "How is the weather in Italy?" Her tone was as gentle as a greeting between old friends.
How are you? I'm fine. How's your weather? It's also fine.
Shang Rong's breathing stagnated, and then he sneered inexplicably and whispered a favor.
"It's night here, and there are many stars in the sky. I think it will be a sunny day tomorrow." Tian Yuan always raised her head and looked at the sky, as if she didn't know that her neck would be sore. "But, even if tomorrow is the best day of the year,
One hot day is to me the next day, and tomorrow is the dream of a storm."
Tian Yuan waited for three seconds but Shang Rong didn't respond. He only breathed lightly to tell her that he had been listening.
"Shang Rong, I'm thinking, should I thank you? Thank you for letting me become someone else's bride so quickly, put on the wedding dress of the person I hate the most, and will soon become the bride of the person I hate the most, and become someone else's bride.
Mrs. Luo in her mouth."
"Shang Rong, I'm getting married tomorrow. Should you say congratulations to me? Or wish me and Luo Chengjun a happy marriage and a baby soon? Isn't it ironic? Shang Rong, you have loved me for twelve years, but I
In the end, I didn’t marry you, nor did I marry the person I loved, but I married a man who neither really loves me nor I love either.”
"Say it again." Shang Rong's voice was very low, as low as a ghostly voice coming from the depths of hell, and as light as a gust of wind.
"I said, I want to get married. Thank you for what you have done, allowing me to accept the reality little by little, and letting me lose my most precious thing little by little. Shang Rong, your love is really ironic."
The call was hung up at this point, and the beeping busy tone made the sarcastic smile on Tian Yuan's mouth amplify little by little, until the whole heart was filled with ridicule.