Chapter 904
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Huarong fell into his arms, put his arm around his neck and looked at him curiously: "Fengjin..."
Yan Chuxi is still the poker face of the logo, "it's me, miss."
"Chu River..." Huarong voice soft, face in his arms rub, "how did you come?"
"You are drunk." He stopped his waist and held her up. He turned his head to Luo Nan Chu, who was standing at the door. "She divorced master Feng yesterday. Maybe she's not in a good mood. I'll trouble you today."
His tone was cool and polite.
Luonan first heard Yan Chuxi's words, the whole person was stunned for a moment. She knew that Huarong was in a bad mood, but she didn't think it was the reason.
Luonan nodded at the beginning and looked at yanchuxi holding the Huarong out.
Thinking of Huarong's short marriage, her mood is inevitably a little gloomy.
She was in place for a while, looked up and saw not far away, Fu Tingyuan frowned at her.
She thought that she called him to come and annoy him. Luonan went over to apologize to him, but Fu Tingyuan pulled him away without saying a word.
"Drinking?"
The man's voice is a little bit weak and a little fierce.
Ronan froze for a moment, then looked up at him. He remembered that she couldn't drink.
"No
She laughed and shook her head.
Fu Tingyuan took a look at her face, then put his hand on her chin, raised her head to kiss her lips.
He checked her in her mouth to make sure he didn't taste alcohol. Then he released her and took her hand: "let's go."
Ronan looked at his back and thought of his examination, and chuckled a few times.
The sky was already dim.
The evening in London is noisy and quiet.
Some office workers finished the day's work and walked in a hurry with briefcases on the road. There were also tourists from different countries, with different national accents, stopping at the door of the shop.
And he led her in the crowd of all kinds of leisurely, just like a movie at the end, a little tired and comfortable.
However, the end of a movie is the end.
Tomorrow is his wedding appointment with Lu Mingyou.
*
Ronan took a lazy bath at the beginning.
The villa is very lively. The makeup artists have come one day in advance. The housekeeper instructs the servants to bring their dressing boxes to the bedroom.
Ronan, dressed in his bathrobe, went to the windowsill and looked downstairs.
Tomorrow is a happy day, everyone seems to be very happy, although the wedding and they do not get on with anything, but also feel like happy.
There are molecules of pleasure in the air.
The makeup artists are all young and beautiful girls. They come with their tutors. The sound of high-heeled shoes on the floor is very clear. It is an affirmation of their professional skills to attend such a top-notch wedding when they are so young. So the pace is also happy, from time to time laughter came from outside the door.
The room was quiet, and Ronan was leaning back on the sofa, looking up at the void.
Little by little the light went down, only a little yellow sunset fell on the floor.
Her one foot curls up to lean on the sofa, one foot falls on the ground at will, the eyes look a little empty and confused.
It turns out that a month can pass so fast.
Fast as if in the blink of an eye.
The time of parting is coming.
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Huarong fell into his arms, put his arm around his neck and looked at him curiously: "Fengjin..."
Yan Chuxi is still the poker face of the logo, "it's me, miss."
"Chu River..." Huarong voice soft, face in his arms rub, "how did you come?"
"You are drunk." He stopped his waist and held her up. He turned his head to Luo Nan Chu, who was standing at the door. "She divorced master Feng yesterday. Maybe she's not in a good mood. I'll trouble you today."
His tone was cool and polite.
Luonan first heard Yan Chuxi's words, the whole person was stunned for a moment. She knew that Huarong was in a bad mood, but she didn't think it was the reason.
Luonan nodded at the beginning and looked at yanchuxi holding the Huarong out.
Thinking of Huarong's short marriage, her mood is inevitably a little gloomy.
She was in place for a while, looked up and saw not far away, Fu Tingyuan frowned at her.
She thought that she called him to come and annoy him. Luonan went over to apologize to him, but Fu Tingyuan pulled him away without saying a word.
"Drinking?"
The man's voice is a little bit weak and a little fierce.
Ronan froze for a moment, then looked up at him. He remembered that she couldn't drink.
"No
She laughed and shook her head.
Fu Tingyuan took a look at her face, then put his hand on her chin, raised her head to kiss her lips.
He checked her in her mouth to make sure he didn't taste alcohol. Then he released her and took her hand: "let's go."
Ronan looked at his back and thought of his examination, and chuckled a few times.
The sky was already dim.
The evening in London is noisy and quiet.
Some office workers finished the day's work and walked in a hurry with briefcases on the road. There were also tourists from different countries, with different national accents, stopping at the door of the shop.
And he led her in the crowd of all kinds of leisurely, just like a movie at the end, a little tired and comfortable.
However, the end of a movie is the end.
Tomorrow is his wedding appointment with Lu Mingyou.
*
Ronan took a lazy bath at the beginning.
The villa is very lively. The makeup artists have come one day in advance. The housekeeper instructs the servants to bring their dressing boxes to the bedroom.
Ronan, dressed in his bathrobe, went to the windowsill and looked downstairs.
Tomorrow is a happy day, everyone seems to be very happy, although the wedding and they do not get on with anything, but also feel like happy.
There are molecules of pleasure in the air.
The makeup artists are all young and beautiful girls. They come with their tutors. The sound of high-heeled shoes on the floor is very clear. It is an affirmation of their professional skills to attend such a top-notch wedding when they are so young. So the pace is also happy, from time to time laughter came from outside the door.
The room was quiet, and Ronan was leaning back on the sofa, looking up at the void.
Little by little the light went down, only a little yellow sunset fell on the floor.
Her one foot curls up to lean on the sofa, one foot falls on the ground at will, the eyes look a little empty and confused.
It turns out that a month can pass so fast.
Fast as if in the blink of an eye.
The time of parting is coming.
Huarong fell into his arms, put his arm around his neck and looked at him curiously: "Fengjin..." Yan Chuxi is still the poker face of the logo, "it's me, miss." "Chu River..." Huarong voice soft, face in his arms rub, "how did you come?" "You are drunk." He stopped his waist and held her up. He turned his head to Luo Nan Chu, who was standing at the door. "She divorced master Feng yesterday. Maybe she's not in a good mood. I'll trouble you today." His tone was cool and polite. Luonan first heard Yan Chuxi's words, the whole person was stunned for a moment. She knew that Huarong was in a bad mood, but she didn't think it was the reason. Luonan nodded at the beginning and looked at yanchuxi holding the Huarong out. Thinking of Huarong's short marriage, her mood is inevitably a little gloomy. She was in place for a while, looked up and saw not far away, Fu Tingyuan frowned at her. She thought that she called him to come and annoy him. Luonan went over to apologize to him, but Fu Tingyuan pulled him away without saying a word. "Drinking?" The man's voice is a little bit weak and a little fierce. Ronan froze for a moment, then looked up at him. He remembered that she couldn't drink. "No She laughed and shook her head. Fu Tingyuan took a look at her face, then put his hand on her chin, raised her head to kiss her lips. He checked her in her mouth to make sure he didn't taste alcohol. Then he released her and took her hand: "let's go." Ronan looked at his back and thought of his examination, and chuckled a few times. The sky was already dim. The evening in London is noisy and quiet. Some office workers finished the day's work and walked in a hurry with briefcases on the road. There were also tourists from different countries, with different national accents, stopping at the door of the shop. And he led her in the crowd of all kinds of leisurely, just like a movie at the end, a little tired and comfortable. However, the end of a movie is the end. Tomorrow is his wedding appointment with Lu Mingyou. *Ronan took a lazy bath at the beginning. The villa is very lively. The makeup artists have come one day in advance. The housekeeper instructs the servants to bring their dressing boxes to the bedroom. Ronan, dressed in his bathrobe, went to the windowsill and looked downstairs. Tomorrow is a happy day, everyone seems to be very happy, although the wedding and they do not get on with anything, but also feel like happy. There are molecules of pleasure in the air. The makeup artists are all young and beautiful girls. They come with their tutors. The sound of high-heeled shoes on the floor is very clear. It is an affirmation of their professional skills to attend such a top-notch wedding when they are so young. So the pace is also happy, from time to time laughter came from outside the door. The room was quiet, and Ronan was leaning back on the sofa, looking up at the void. Little by little the light went down, only a little yellow sunset fell on the floor. Her one foot curls up to lean on the sofa, one foot falls on the ground at will, the eyes look a little empty and confused. It turns out that a month can pass so fast. Fast as if in the blink of an eye. The time of parting is coming.
