99 degrees of favor

When Su Xiaoxiao returned to the shared apartment, Fang Xiaoyu was still working overtime. She sent a message to Xiaoxiao about her work situation, saying that she might come back very late.

In the bedroom, Su Xiaoxiao took off her defenses and camouflage. She took the glass back to the kitchen, took out a fresh lemon from the refrigerator, cut four or five slices with a fruit knife, and put the cut lemon into the water glass. I poured some cold water into it and went back to the bedroom.

The windows were not floor-to-ceiling, and the apartment was a bit worn out. She sat in a chair and stared out of the window.

The soft warm wind blew in, and she took a sip of lemonade, which was sour, which was her favorite taste.

When she got off work, she didn't take a closer look at the photos that Shengyu threw on her desk, but just glanced at them. The frozen pictures were so beautiful, and they were so deep in her mind.

You can pretend not to care, but you can't really let go.

Obviously it has been 12 years since we saw each other, but the familiar feeling is still the same as before, making her nostalgic and making her lose her mind.

I always thought that I could let go and give them my best wishes, but I showed up at their wedding with a smile and calmness.But when she saw those wedding photos, the thoughts in her head were still disturbed. It turned out that she was so sad.

She saw An Xin kissing Ou Mengru's face, and she saw a happy smile on her face.

That was happiness that she could never touch in her life.

Opening the diary, she held the glass in one hand and wrote down her mood at this moment——

The cloud floats towards the drunk setting sun, at the end, staring affectionately.

My pure white skirt is dyed with the lingering fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Die Er, who came home late, forgot the sadness of the journey.

We held hands and dangled on the beach.

The slightly drunk light of the setting sun counts the reverie in your bangs.

My green plum, the sour childhood wish, your bamboo horse, can't bear the haste of growing up.

My green plums made Po Meng's soup, and your bamboo horses hang my wedding clothes.

I want to sing on the tree with my bare feet, and the cherry blossoms are fragrant again, but it's a pity that you are no longer by my side...

(Don't worship me too much, hahahaha, this is Mi Li's original poem. Mi Li is also a person with a story, and her heartaches even in the dead of night. This chapter is more than 1000 words, and the price remains the same.)

Same evening.

Along the river, the beautiful and quiet Bund.

An Xin put his hands in his trouser pockets, and Ou Mengru took his arm and walked with him.

With the gentle evening wind blowing, they walked for a long distance, and no one spoke to break the silence.

The afterglow of the setting sun could not warm the sadness in An Xin's eyes. He was wrapped in the setting sun, and he was as peaceful as a prince who came out of a distant country.

Ou Mengru stepped on high heels and walked slowly. With a faint smile on her lips, she admired the towering buildings on both sides of the river. In Jiangcheng, a bustling city in the world, he and she are really very small.

But the prestige of Bai Lian's is also the word of mouth in the industry.

And An Xin is destined to be the only heir of the Baili An family, and she will also become Mrs. An.

"An Xin, there is something that I think I need to tell you." She seemed to have thought about it. Although the wedding photos were taken, she couldn't feel how happy he was.

"Yeah." An Xin didn't stop, and said in a gentle voice, "Say it."

It's rare for Ou Mengru to find an opportunity like today's. It would be too cramped to ask him to have a face-to-face chat in a cafe.

Walking along the river, holding his arm, walking beside him, this kind of communication is really just right.

"Have you really considered it?" She didn't look at him, but looked ahead, and asked in a calm voice, "Are you really willing to marry me?"

"The wedding date has been set, the answer has already come out." This is An Xin's answer, very official.

She held his arm and continued to move forward, with a calm expression on her face, "This is a lifetime thing. I don't want you to regret it after getting married. I don't accept divorce. Do you understand?"

"..." He turned to look at her.

Her smile is sweet, and it doesn't match the expression in her eyes, "I will not quit the entertainment industry, and I will not interfere with any work of Bailian's. I will try my best to spend time with you and fulfill my obligations as a wife. I hope We are happy. I don’t hope that one day the news about Ou Mengru’s missing from a rich family and Ou Mengru’s tragic divorce will appear on the headlines of the entertainment edition. This will affect the development of my acting career. Do you understand what I mean? The marriage I want is just an appearance , and I hope it will last forever.”