The second marriage is not faint, only love the famous young grandmother

In Room 1404 of Rentai Funeral Home, a beautiful and young female corpse lay quietly in a wooden coffin. Under the careful embellishment of the mortician, her beautiful face seemed to be alive again. This is a woman who died of stomach cancer The dead woman, the cries of her family came from outside the door intermittently.

"Xiao Tong, are you ready? It's almost time." The one-year-old colleague pushed open the door and asked routinely.

Xiao Tong held his breath, used lipstick to touch up the deceased's lips, stood up, and gently brushed off the remaining powder on his body, "She is so beautiful, she is still so young, what a pity."

She couldn't help but sigh at the fragility of life, and then quietly watched the staff send the coffin out of the room. This was her daily work for the past two years. It was indescribably boring, but it gradually became a habit.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to get off work, and Xiao Tong was planning to go home to take a good rest, when an unsigned text message was sent, "At nine o'clock in the evening, I will wait for you in Room 1868 of the Marriott Hotel, remember to be on time."

Although this number has never been saved, Xiao Tong recognized it at a glance. This is her husband's mobile phone number. Why did He Zhenan meet for no reason?By the way, today is the third wedding anniversary, has he changed his mind?
No matter how He Zhenan treated her at the beginning, Xiao Tong couldn't help being excited when she received his text message at this moment. She rushed into the bathroom and used disinfectant to get rid of the special smell on her body. Picking out a decent dress, I arrived at the hotel half an hour early, and carefully put on light makeup. With a heart full of anxiety, I knocked on the door of the 1868 Presidential Suite.

"Dong dong dong." Tap carefully.

The door opened, and there was that handsome face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. He Zhenan was wearing a snow-white bathrobe, revealing more than half of his strong chest. Yes, you even sprayed on perfume?"

There was a hint of disgust in his eyes, but he still stretched out his hand and pulled the woman in.

Xiao Tong was at a loss, she knew that He Zhenan didn't like women who used perfume indiscriminately, but in order to cover up her professional taste, she had no choice but to do so, a trace of nervousness arose spontaneously, and her little hands clenched into fists unconsciously.

He Zhe went straight to the tea bar and poured two glasses of red wine himself, "I just brought this back from a French winery, try it."

Xiao Tong was extremely thirsty due to nervousness, so he drank the red wine in one gulp, the acrid taste rushed into his nose, his cheeks flushed all of a sudden, he lowered his head and covered his mouth and coughed.

He Zhenan glanced at the woman with disdain, but smiled and hugged her into his arms, "Xiao Tong, I just like your stupidity, it's so cute."

The man's kiss landed on his forehead, as if he was receiving an electric shock. He should be looking forward to it, but at this moment, he felt a heart of resistance.

He Zhenan, her husband, is the most eye-catching man in Qingcheng, rich, handsome, and wise!And she admired his kindness and bravery when he was young most.

Three years ago, she was forced to marry He Zhenan by her father and stepmother on the grounds that the company's turnover was not working.This marriage is of course unfortunate. He Zhenan would rather bring an unpopular model to attend important occasions than admit her wife's identity, and even tacitly allow the He family to bully her arbitrarily. Can stay, and finally reduced to secretly working in funeral parlors to make a living.

Tonight, she will become He Zhenan's real woman.

But, why is he suddenly gentle with himself?
And how many strange women have he kissed with his fickle lips?