he is intoxicated

Just as she was about to fasten her seat belt, Nanhua remembered that she had made an appointment with Lin Mobai to go to his grandmother's house.

Look at his great-grandmother's wedding dress and dress.

She got out of the car and said to him, "Mobai, can we make an appointment another day? I'm going to meet a very important person now."

Lin Mobai tried his best to restrain the disappointment in his heart, and asked softly, "Is that the one you like?"

"Correct."

The muscles at the corners of Lin Mobai's lips trembled slightly, and he gave a sad smile, "Don't be so blunt next time, you can lie to me kindly."

In Nanhua's cognition, love is love, and not loving is not loving.

She hates to step on two boats.

Because it hurts so much.

Her voice softened, and she said very seriously: "Mobai, I really don't have that kind of affection for you. How should I put it, it's a kind of sympathy and resonance for you. It's just seeing Auntie pass away. Sad, being so filial to her, it touches me very much, it touches me very much, but this is not love between a man and a woman."

Lin Mobai nodded, "I know."

"You are suitable for a better girl, and for a better love. I am a very complicated woman. I have experienced many bad things, and my heart has been hurt and riddled with holes." She said with a smile.

The ordinary tone seemed to be talking about someone else, but there was a layer of water in the eyes.

Lin Mobai's heart trembled.

Some feel sorry for her.

Such a smart and beautiful woman is as pleasant as water. Which bastard hurt her.

How dare you hurt her.

He wanted to pull that bastard out and teach him a lesson.

He stepped forward with both feet uncontrollably, slowly raised his arms, and hugged her.

Hold tenderly.

That cautious appearance seemed to hold an antique vase as fragile as glass in his arms.

He said softly: "If I could meet you sooner, I would not be willing to let you suffer any harm."

Nan Hua laughed out loud.

Tears gathered in his eyes.

The man who had vowed to protect her for the rest of his life, regarded her as a treasure, and held her in his hands and doted on her, then tried his best to hurt her severely for three years, and finally sent her to heaven in a car accident.

it's already over.

It's passed.

Nan Hua took a deep breath.

I said to myself silently in my heart: don't feel sorry for that man anymore.

He is not worth it.

She lightly touched Lin Mobai's shoulder with her fingers, distanced herself from him, took a step back, and said with a smile, "I'll treat you to dinner another day as compensation."

"Okay." He looked at her tenderly.

Nan Hua turned and walked towards the car.

Go to the car.

As if she had a premonition, she suddenly turned her head and glanced upstairs.

Seeing her design room on the third floor, the curtains were partly drawn.

next second.

A large man's hand quickly drew the curtains shut.

You could guess with a strand of hair, that person must be Huo Beiyao.

She smiled again.

The smile was thin and brittle, floating a shallow layer on his face.

But the heart hurts.

She bent down and got into the car, and said to Gu Yi, "Let's go."

The car finally arrived at Huajiantang.

Take the elevator to the familiar 909.

Take the room card and open the door.

On the table in the restaurant, the dishes have long been set.

Very familiar dishes.

Steak, foie gras, vegetable salad, French dessert, etc., and a bottle of her favorite red wine.

The last time she and her husband had a few mouthfuls of western food, they were interrupted by a phone call from Huo Beiyao.

Nan Hua called "Sir" a few times, but got no response.

She was a little disappointed, but it was also expected.

Maybe it's not the time yet, she comforted herself.

Go to the table and sit down.

She picked up the knife and fork and began to cut the steak, but what she thought about was that night, Mr. cut the steak into small pieces in the dark and fed it to her.

The corners of her lips curled up involuntarily, and she smiled warmly, because her heart was warm.

"Ding" sound.

The phone is texting.

It's from Mr.

Nan Hua clicked on it.

The message is: You look beautiful when you smile.

Nanhua raised her head and looked around, but she didn't see her husband.

But she knew that Mr. must be somewhere, silently watching her every move.

He said he wanted to see her, and it turned out to be like this.

Play word games with her.

The husband was even darker than expected, Nanhua shook her head helplessly.

But she also likes such a dark-bellied him.

He gets jealous once in a while, and gets black-bellied once in a while, which makes him more real, more like a living person with flesh and blood.

Because she knew that her husband was watching, Nan Hua ate very slowly, eating in small bites, with a very elegant appearance.

It took half an hour to eat well.

Went to the bathroom to put on makeup.

Coming out, she texted her husband: Thank you for the lunch, it was delicious.

After thinking about it, I sent another message: Don't turn off the phone casually in the future, I don't like it when you turn it off.

With a little overbearing that is unique to young women in love.

Yes, in front of her husband, she became very small and soft, even a little bit arrogant.

Mr. replied: I didn't turn off the phone on purpose, it needs to be turned off in some occasions.

The occasions when you need to shut down are mostly when you are flying.

So, yesterday when she was downstairs in Gu's Group and called him, he was on the plane?

Then he is not Gu Chenzhou?

But what did Gu Chenzhou mean when he gave her a meaningful look at the end?

If it wasn't for him, why would his voice and body look so similar?

Nan Hua thought a lot and went downstairs.

Sit in Gu Yi's car.

After driving for a mile, the phone rang.

It is a series of familiar numbers.

Nan Hua thought for a while before realizing that this was the phone number of Huo Beiyao's grandmother, Zheng Wanci.

strangeness.

What is she calling herself?

Nanhua pressed the button suspiciously, and said politely, "Hello."

The old lady's vicissitudes but gentle voice came from the phone: "Is that Miss Shen? I'm Huo Beiyao's grandma."

"Yes, grandma, I'm Shen Nanhua." Nanhua put a smile in her voice.

"I heard from Bei Yao that you signed a contract with a film crew invested by him to design wedding dresses and dresses during the Republic of China, right?"

Nan Hua was slightly surprised, and replied, "Yes."

The old lady's voice suddenly became lively, "Look for me. I still have the wedding dress from back then, as well as the dress and cheongsam. My mother, my mother-in-law, and my aunt's are all here. I have everything you need."

"That's great!" Nan Hua suddenly jumped up.

The wedding dresses of so many people can solve her urgent needs.

The old lady asked, "When are you coming?"

Nanhua couldn't suppress her excitement and said, "Can it be done now?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home. By the way, I heard from Beiyao that you like Yangyang very much, right? I'll send someone to bring him back from the kindergarten right away."

Nan Hua was stunned.

There are both wedding dresses to learn from, and yin and yang to see.

Happiness comes so suddenly!

Two joys in life!

"Okay, okay, I'll be there right away." Nanhua replied repeatedly.

After hanging up the phone, she said to Gu Yi, "Can you please park by the side of the road?"

She was going to Huo's house, because she had a relationship with Huo Beiyao, so she went in her husband's car, for fear of making him angry.

Gu Yike said politely: "Miss Nanhua, I'll just take you there. Mr. told me that I am only responsible for your safety and will not interfere with your freedom."

Nan Hua's heart warmed up, Mr. has such a nice personality.

So accommodating.

Not as strong as Huo Beiyao's desire to control.

Pass the mall on the way.

She went in and bought a bunch of toys and autumn and winter clothes for Yang Yang, even socks and gloves.

Came to Huo's old house.

Carrying a large bag and a small bag, she was led by the servant into the spacious and bright living room.

Two women sat on the Chinese nanmu sofa in the living room.

On the main seat was a graceful and luxurious old lady with white hair and childlike face. It was Huo Beiyao's grandmother Zheng Wanci.

"Hi, grandma." Nan Hua greeted her with a smile.

Just when she was about to say hello to another woman, the smile on Nanhua's face froze.