A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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The figure didn't stop going downstairs, and nodded without hesitation, "Congratulations, brother, it seems I have the potential to be a bridesmaid, remember to post a wedding post."

The man stood still, his eyes staring, there was no expression on his facial features, his arm moved into his trouser pocket to take a cigarette, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't draw a cigarette.

Finally, a pack of cigarettes was thrown on the ground.

He bowed his neck, looked at him coldly, and kicked the wall one last time.

Responded to a sentence, guilty of being cheap can not wake up.

Go on a blind date, go fuck, go fuck!

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At twelve o'clock, the villa fell silent, and Sister Wang led a few servants to check the hygiene level by level, preparing for tomorrow.

When I reached the third floor, I met a person going up and down the stairs.

Sister Wang looked up, "Mr. Haoyu?"

The man didn't know what he was thinking, his thin lips pressed tightly, his eyebrows gloomy, and he went downstairs in two steps.

Sister Wang turned her head and saw Mr. Haoyu reached the second floor and turned left.

She took her servant to the third floor and just arrived at the top of the stairs, and found a cigarette case on the carpet, scattered around with broken cigarettes with shredded tobacco.

"What's the matter? The shredded tobacco on the carpet is the hardest to clean. Sister Wang, is it the Haoyu you just called first..."

"Stop complaining, work."

Sister Wang silenced the servant and bent over with a small broom. Sister Wang sighed faintly when she heard his wife mention Mr. Haoyu and Miss Xiaobao.

After all, not every pair of lovers can get married. If they can't, they can't let go. They have grievances and worries, so how can they move forward happily.

I just saw Mr. Haoyu go down to the second floor and turn left. The fifth room on the left is Miss Xiaobao's bedroom.

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Back in the bedroom, Chi Xi didn't turn on the light, her body seemed to lose strength in a moment, and she fell on the closed door panel, her clothes sliding down on the wooden board.

Until, sat on the carpet.

Fingers slowly moved upwards along the body, pressing the part of her heart, she closed her eyes and closed tightly.

But the tears still fell.

In the end, my heart will be empty and chill, just like the lingering wind that came up in the cold night, there is not much fresh blood left, all dead, like dead, trampling will not pump again.

She remembered that when she was a child, she was really ignorant. After watching a romantic wedding in an idol drama, she could secretly dream about her wedding with him in the future.

At that time, I would also fantasize about the plot in the story. They are siblings. Will parents and uncles agree?

But she thought again, as long as her elder brother likes her and loves her as she loves him, her elder brother is a very powerful person, not afraid to convince anyone.

Will they hold the wedding in a church or a village in England?

At that time, she was still happy, so happy, as well as the honey on the corners of her mouth, like honey that can never be eaten.

So she went to choose Britain.

At the beginning of the year, I was walking on the snowy street with my roommate William, under the apartment building, and saw him.

Under the coat, the suit and leather shoes, the sheepskin gloves also carried the business notebook for business trips.

She doesn't recognize him, he wants to go upstairs.

He stayed in the apartment for one night, as if there was something to say, but she didn't choose to listen. At that time, she didn't know why she had to make the decision, sleep in a room with William and act in the play.

He might think that in his eyes, her image has always been ruined, so she should be destroyed to the worst and most irreversible.

No matter what he was going to say, the explanation about the car accident, or the apology for being pregnant four years ago, or his willingness to make up, she didn't want to listen, and was most afraid of hearing these beautiful lies afterwards.

I don't want to make them embarrassed with each other anymore, tired, really tired, let each other make a living.

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When the door opened the next morning, he was no longer in the living room.

That was the best and best result she felt.

At this moment, how about hearing the news that he is going to get married?

No, the knife in my heart is a little deeper. It's very hypocritical, isn't it, why are you crying?

But the tears, the tears that flowed, couldn't give her the answer.

Across a door, the man stood outside the door, wandering around, always guarding, neither knocking nor leaving.

As if silence, it became the best voice in the world.

Perhaps the furthest distance in the world is just this door.

She won't drive, nor will he go in.

But no one wants to go. I am afraid that I will be far away. I am afraid that I can't turn my head back. I am afraid of turning around for a lifetime.

...

Gu Shuangshuang didn't know when his uncle left, and they hugged each other before falling asleep.

She woke up alone in the quilt, and guardrails were remotely controlled on both sides of the bed.

The man's good smell seems to be still there.

At five o'clock she was awakened by a knock on the door.

I know that the stylist is here.

About the wedding makeup, the two couples almost quarreled again.

Gu Shuangshuang wants to melt, want to be beautiful, the old man thinks those chemicals are very unsafe.

In the end, Wen Jinhuai said solemnly: this time in ten months, it is no problem to choose good cosmetics and remove makeup in time after the end.

Shen Mocheng didn't say anything.

About wearing high heels.

Of course, Gu Shuangshuang didn't want to wear this. It was not a joke. She was five months old and she was not really ignorant.

At 1.6 meters, even if the belly is fat, the face is round, the height and the strips are still there, but he is too tall, she will look weak when standing in front of the priest exchanging rings and kissing.

However, it can also be regarded as petite.

I hired a professional stylist, and it was really awesome. I got Gu Shuangshuang's haircut in half an hour, and she was most satisfied.

Make up carefully for about an hour.

Gu Shuangshuang feels that makeup is really a skill, layered layer by layer, little by little, and the final result is a light makeup, which looks like fruit makeup from a distance, but it is better than no makeup.

At eight o'clock, the bride is over.

Zhao Xiaoer, the bridesmaid group, is responsible for contacting the groom.

The room was very lively, and the rare ice cream finally let go of the cold, and coaxed mom with my sister.

Chi Xi had no choice but to take care of his nephew and niece.

It's exactly nine o'clock.

There was a lively noise from downstairs of the villa, all the guests in the auxiliary building came over, and the engine sound of the vehicle stalling was very neat.

"Ahhh, here comes! Shuangshuang!" Zhao Xiaoer patted Gu Shuangshuang on the shoulder.

Gu Shuangshuang's heart seemed to stop instantly, and all the fresh blood in his body surged with the temperature.

In her ears was the cheers from downstairs. Her little hands were sweating nervously. After several times, she picked up the white wedding dress with a simple style of five meters and swayed the floor. With Zhou Bei's support, she walked to the window and hid Behind the curtains looked downstairs shyly.

The carved door of the villa was opened, and the luxurious wedding car parked on the curve.

In the early morning of late autumn, the sunrise glowed with a pale golden light, covering the horizon like a fairyland mist.