Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

Seeing that Su Xiaoxiao couldn't hide it, she smiled awkwardly and grabbed Sister Ji's hand, "Sister, what a coincidence, you are here too!"

The news about Su Xiaoxiao and Qi Cheng spread quickly.

When Su Xiaoxiao returned to the office, she saw that the desk was filled with snacks and gifts. She picked up the work badge on the desk and felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her behind her. When she turned around, suddenly This quickly disappeared again.

Of course, Su Xiaoxiao didn't want these benefits in vain, since they didn't cost her money anyway.

Everyone kept silent about what happened in the morning. How could Su Xiaoxiao, who had just arrived, be so capable? He really had the support of the president's wife.

No one in the entire company knows how much the president values ​​his new wife.

Many people in the company thought it was a drama about the mistress taking over. The year before last, there were many people who were making fun of her behind her back. However, it was those people who spread rumors without anyone behind them. When the president found out, he was so angry that he immediately fired the entire team, even if All the projects in their hands have also been suspended.

The CEO will only become emotionally unstable when facing his wife.

It wasn't until the old employee in charge of Weilan Company told them that they knew that the new wife was a childhood sweetheart who grew up with the president, and was the adopted son of Miss Zhuang's father.

Who knew that these two people would have such a relationship, if so... No matter how capable they are, they wouldn't dare to gossip behind their backs.

And... they also know how difficult it was for their president to pursue Miss Zhuang. The president was forced to marry the Ying family. Miss Zhuang sadly left the imperial capital for four years. After she disappeared, until she came back, the two The talents get back together.

Compared with the two ladies, the president's attitude towards his former wife is really incomparable with the current one. Their president is simply in love with her.

Whether it was the official account or major media platforms, at [-] o'clock this morning, the wedding date for next month was officially announced. The lunar calendar coincides with Chinese Valentine's Day.

But they don't know that every Valentine's Day is the anniversary of Zhuang Mingyue's death...

The announcement of the wedding date at the banquet was also made after they returned. Zhuang Mingyue heard from Aunt Wang that the decoration at home was still festive, so she tore off the New Year's blessing characters and re-pasted them with the obvious 'hi' character.

By chance, the photographer staff sent over the wedding photos they had taken.

Zhan Yan was chatting with the person in charge of the wedding company about the details. The servants looked at the newly delivered wedding photos and were all amazed...

"Sir and Miss are a match made in heaven. What a perfect couple. I wish my daughter was half as beautiful as Madam."

"Yes, yes, there is no one more suitable for Mr. than Madam."

Zhuang Mingyue took the ginger soup from Wang Mei, which Wang Mei prepared for her every day. Whenever Zhuang Mingyue went somewhere, she would drink ginger soup to dispel the coldness in her body when she came back.

Wang Mei also looked at the photo and said: "Emma, ​​if nothing else, the photo is indeed taken very well. Miss... I really feel that the eldest young master treats you really well. Look at this child most of the time, The eldest young master has also been helping to take care of him, and he is becoming more and more like a father. I have seen many wealthy people's homes. Oh, the male master and the female master in that family all play their own roles. You look like a young master! Apart from the company, all my time is spent on you. There is no place to look for such a rich and family-oriented man!"

When did the servant she hired become a lobbyist for a murderer?

"I remember my husband said that the wedding date would be February 14th, which is a good day!"

February [-]th…

Wang Mei didn't notice that Zhuang Mingyue took the pale face.

Why did it happen that day?

Zhuang Mingyue didn't want to listen anymore, and put the bowl in her hand directly into Wang Mei's hand, "I...I'm going back to the room first."

Wang Mei held the bowl and looked at Zhuang Mingyue walking up the stairs in confusion... Why did the eldest lady's good-looking face suddenly become so ugly!

Any questions about your day?

Just as she was about to step onto the stairs, a voice suddenly came from behind her, "Come here and see if you like the setting."

Zhuang Mingyue grasped the corridor handrail with her left hand, and the fingers that she held tightly turned slightly white. Her round and manicured nails also dug in. "It's up to you." After saying that, she was already taking feeble steps step by step, as if she was being beaten. He exhausted all his strength and went upstairs.

After selecting the scene to be arranged, Zhanyan looked back.

The other manager said: "Mr. Zhan, don't worry, we will not disappoint my wife on the wedding day. All the flowers will be arranged with champagne-colored roses."

Zhuang Mingyue returned to the studio, locked herself up again, and sat on the couch as if she had lost her soul.

When Zhan Yan followed her upstairs, he already guessed that she would be in the studio. Zhan Yan went to open the door, but the door handle wouldn't move.

Zhan Yan's eyes dimmed, "What did you say to her?"

Wang Mei clapped her hands and said, "I didn't say anything! I just mentioned that the wedding is scheduled for February [-]th. This eldest lady didn't know what happened, but her face suddenly changed."

The sad eyes looked like someone was dead.

"Go get the key."

Wang Mei hurriedly went to get the spare key. When Zhan Yan opened the door, she saw the same people as usual, with no strange people. Zhuang Mingyue took the brush and put it on the drawing paper. With just one movement, Zhan Yan I could tell she was distracted.

Zhan Yan walked over. Zhuang Mingyue was immersed in her own world and did not notice the movement behind her until... Zhan Yan leaned down and reached out from her to hold her hand holding the paintbrush. "What were you thinking about just now?"

Zhuang Mingyue: "Next month's wedding is the death anniversary of a friend of mine."

Exhibition banquet: “…”

I don’t know why I told him this.

What if you told him that February [-]th in his previous life was his wedding anniversary to Song Qiqi, and it was also the day she passed away.

Do you feel guilty at the exhibition party?

Even without asking, Zhuang Mingyue knew the answer.

Zhuang Mingyue let go of the brush in his hand and let Zhan Yan take it aside and put it down, "What kind of friend?

Zhuang Mingyue hid from the banquet and wanted to hold her hand. She stood up and said, "A friend I met abroad. Why did you choose this day?"

Zhan Yan...is he back together like Song Qiqi?

Zhuang Mingyue shook her head again and rejected the answer. If he came back, how could he be eager to hold a wedding with her.

Maybe she would still end up in the same fate as in her previous life.

Zhan Yan hugged her from behind, intertwined his fingers with hers, and kissed the back of her hand, "Don't like it? You can do it one month in advance, just in time for the Lantern Festival next week."