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Zhou Xiaohui arrived at the manor a few days before the wedding, and brought the dress that Fang Wei was thinking about.

"The guests who came to the wedding have come one after another. If you go out, remember to wear a ring so that they can know who you are." Zhou Xiaohui took out the dress from the box and handed it to Fang Wei: "Meet me, It doesn't matter if you don't take the initiative to say hello."

Fang Wei's dress is the same design as Song Xinheng's, but Song Xinheng's is black, and Fang Wei's is white.Having no time to consider the same color scheme as the wedding dress, Fang Wei tried it on nervously, but found that it fit better than expected.Confused, Zhou Xiaohui, who was arranging the box, admired the match between the clothes and Fang Wei, and put the customized card in the box into his pocket.

Although the ring cannot be changed at will, but for the wedding day, Chancheng, who is dedicated and responsible, asked someone to change the size of the clothes.

"I'll take it with me," imagining the people who previously lived on screen and in the news, checking in and living in the building.If you don't wear such a ring, it seems that you will lose even the final qualification to stay in this kind of place.

Standing by the window, you can see Song Xinheng downstairs, waiting for the arrival of some old friends. His tall and straight figure is soaked in the morning light, and from Fang Wei's perspective, only his hair can be seen.As long as they are not looking at each other, Fang Wei can stare at that person for a long time without pressure. Although it is only the simplest casual clothes, as long as it is worn on Song Xinheng, Fang Wei will always have the urge to buy the same style.

Even though they have accepted the arrangement of lying on the same bed, the total conversation between the two of them in the past few days has not exceeded ten sentences.Every day when I wake up, the place next to Fang Wei is empty. I don’t know how early I got up, and there is not even a little warmth left in the quilt.

The previous kiss was like an illusion, and the luck came so suddenly that all subsequent intersections were exhausted.

On the day before the wedding, Fang Wei, who was still alone in the room, received a call from Song Xinheng.

"You go to the room at the end of the first floor and wait for me." Song Xinheng said, "I will go to find you as soon as I get back."

Zhou Xiaohui was not in the room either, it was said that he had gone to the airport to pick up Yan Baifeng, and Cancheng and Song Xinshu were too busy these days, not to mention that Fang Wei didn't even know their room numbers.Even though he has lived here for a few days, Fang Wei's range of activities is quite limited. The huge retro building is very strange to him. After answering Song Xinheng's call, he still went downstairs at the risk of getting lost.

Don't meet someone who takes the initiative to talk to, Fang Wei thought as he walked, if he messed up, Song Xinheng would beat him up.

At the end of the first floor is a small banquet hall, which is suitable for family gatherings. Through the window, you can see the lush scenery of the back garden.When Fang Wei opened the door, he didn't see Song Xinheng. A middle-aged couple with very kind faces sat facing him.

The two of them were not dressed up, but Fang Wei, who had carefully changed his clothes, was more abrupt.Thinking that he went to the wrong room, Fang Wei bowed and apologized softly, and walked out with the door. The couple who had been staring at the ring on his hand stopped him before he disappeared through the door.

"You are Xiaowei, right? It's very polite. It's the first time we meet. I'm Song Xinheng's mother."

"Eh?" Fang Wei was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized: "You...Hello! I am Fang Wei..."

When I entered the door, I didn't notice that Song Xinheng's appearance was indeed very similar to the two people in front of me.Because he didn't know how the two of them had their previous impressions of him, Fang Wei didn't dare to act rashly. Seeing that the water glass on the table was empty, he quickly filled it with the black tea on the side.Mother Song smiled and saw that he had finished pouring, and patted the chair beside her, signaling him to sit closer to her.

Is it really possible to get so close?

Anyway, that was Song Xinheng's mother.

"Don't be nervous, we just want to meet you before the wedding tomorrow. After all, we didn't have the chance to get in touch with you before, and we didn't even help you with the wedding." Mother Song looked at the boy in front of her. Compared with a real person, The framed information that Chancheng conveyed to her was too one-sided and pale. At least in her opinion, Fang Wei was not quite like the 29-year-old master she imagined.

The hairline is safe, the hair is neatly trimmed, giving people a clean feeling, and he is a very easy person to get along with.

"We wanted Hengheng to read more books before, but it turns out that the child is not this material at all. As expected, if he read more books, his temperament will be different." Listening to Song's mother's words, Song's father, who is not good at words, also nodded to express the other side Wei's first impressions were good.Song's mother went on to say: "Although he looks casual, don't mention it, there are times when he has a good eye for choosing people."

Fang Wei, who was randomly selected, hadn't figured out whether he should agree or not, when Song Xinheng's voice came from the door.

If there is any similarity between Fang Wei and Song Xinheng, except for the same gender, they are both people who do not return home several times a year.Compared with Fang Wei, Song Xinheng behaved much more casually in front of his parents, as if he expected that Fang Wei happened to be the one they liked, and Song Xinheng didn't even frown when he heard the evaluation of Cheng Basket. one time.

"Hmm...he's quite cute." Song Xinheng glanced at Fang Wei, and echoed his mother: "Yes, he's cuter than when I was a child."

Fang Wei has long gone to the point of boasting about occupational diseases when he praises Song Xinheng. It is rare to hear good things about Song Xinheng.On the grounds that there are still many things to do tomorrow, Song Xinheng took Fang Wei out of the room more than half an hour later, and just walked to the corner when he saw the guy secretly rubbing his eyes with his sleeve.

As for?Without directly revealing it, Song Xinheng sighed and went up the stairs on his own.

Why did he cry?Could it be that she thought she was too bad for him?Not too much.

Song Xinheng, who couldn't understand Fang Wei's mental activities at all, rarely took the initiative to talk to Fang Wei after entering the room.

"Are the clothes still suitable? There is also tomorrow's process. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me?"

Even the rehearsal of the wedding was skipped because it was troublesome, Song Xinheng felt that talking about the process would not waste a lot of time.In fact, Fang Wei could memorize the flow chart sent by Song Xinshu a few days ago. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the wedding venue, combined with the bird's-eye view, and even remembered the location clearly. I don't want to miss the opportunity to talk to Song Xinheng.

"When exchanging rings, you need to... want that..." He said, "It takes a little effort to put it in..."

"Huh?" Song Xinheng seemed to have heard something strange, he frowned: "Extend your hand and show me."

Fang Wei walked to the side of the bed and stretched out his hand in front of Song Xinheng. Under the light, he could see the shallow strangle marks on the edge of the ring.

"Is it inappropriate? I haven't heard you say it." Song Xinheng never thought that such a situation would happen before. When Fang Wei secretly looked at his side face, he suddenly stretched out his left hand to fix Fang Wei's wrist, and used his right hand Fang Wei took off the ring.

The process of taking it off was not smooth, as Fang Wei suggested, Song Xinheng tried a little harder.

"Does it hurt?" Song Xinheng stared at the ring mark for a few seconds: "It's really tight."

The ring on the fingertips was turned slightly, and both Song Xinheng and Fang Wei saw the letters on the inside.Fang Wei blushed again after being touched, not only worried that the ring would be confiscated by Song Xinheng, but also worried that Song Xinheng would open his mouth to dislike himself who did not match the ring.

"I will definitely wear it tomorrow." Song Xinheng then glanced at Fang Wei: "Otherwise, try putting it in the refrigerator."

Under Fang Wei's perplexed gaze, Song Xinheng got up to open the refrigerator on the balcony and put the ring in.

"It might be useful to freeze it tonight." He smiled: "It expands with heat and contracts with cold."