Ye Wanwan didn't know that she had a fever. She stretched out her hand and touched it. It was a little hot, but it didn't matter. She waved her hand and said, "No, you are getting married today and you must be busy with a lot of things. Go ahead and do it!"
I will take care of myself."
After saying that, Ye Wanwan stretched out her hand to close the door, but the big palm still pushed open her door a little domineeringly. In Jian Zhipei's heart, between the wedding and her fever, her fever was more important.
"Follow me."
Although Ye Wanwan felt uncomfortable, she really didn't want to affect his wedding. She took a step back and said, "No, thank you. I will ask the servant to take me there later."
At this moment, a servant hurried up the stairs, "Master, the old lady is still waiting for you to have breakfast! We are running out of time, you have to go to the auditorium."
Jian Zhipei did not respond, but locked his eyes tightly on the stubborn girl in front of him.
"Are you leaving?" he threatened.
When Ye Wanwan heard that Mrs. Jian was waiting for him downstairs, she became even more determined to leave him alone. She shook her head, "If you don't want to go, you can go!"
Jian Zhipei took a deep breath and pressed his tongue against his cheek. This action showed that his patience was limited and he was even a little annoyed.
"Okay, I don't care about you." Jian Zhipei has always been arrogant, how can he have time to coax people in a low voice?
This girl just let it be her own fault!
Jian Zhipei turned around and left. Ye Wanwan watched his back, holding back tears, and silently closed the door.
She stood in front of the window, the early morning sunlight hitting her body, making her feel broken.
In the hall downstairs, Jian Zhipei had breakfast with his grandma. The old lady asked several questions in succession, but found that the grandson opposite did not answer at all. His eyes fell on one place, holding a spoon in his hand, but he did not answer for a long time.
When I put it in my mouth, I felt like I was in a trance.
"Apei, what are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing, grandma." Jian Zhipei replied.
"Then hurry up and eat something! We are running out of time, we should go there." Old Mrs. Jian persuaded.
Jian Zhipei put down his spoon and said, "I'm full, let's go!"
Everyone walked through the lobby and came to the direction of the parking lot, where dozens of black luxury cars were neatly placed. An extended Rolls-Royce was the main wedding car. Jian Zhipei was now going to Qiao's house to pick up Qiao Xuemei.
"Ah Pei, grandma is waiting for you over there in the auditorium. Hurry over and pick up Xuemei."
"Yeah." Jian Zhipei nodded in agreement.
The old lady got in the car. Jian Zhipei watched her car drive away. His bodyguard next to him also asked him to get in the car, "Master, get in the car!"
Jian Zhipei held the car door and did not get in the car immediately. Instead, he looked in the direction of a window. After a few seconds of contemplation, he said to the bodyguard, "Wait for me here."
After saying that, Jian Zhipei strode towards the hall.
Ye Wanwan curled up on the sofa, feeling that her body was cold and hot at times, which was really uncomfortable. She was in a bad mood last night, and after sitting alone all night, her mental state was poor during this period. It was normal to be sick.
of.
Ye Wanwan was a little dizzy from the fever. At this moment, she heard someone coming in from the other side of the door. Soon, she heard a deep male voice calling her.
"Ye Wanwan."
Ye Wanwan opened her eyes slightly. Was it an illusion? She actually saw Jian Zhipei squatting next to her. At this time, shouldn't he be going to his wedding?
