"Really thought about it?"

Fang Yuxuan's index finger and middle finger were tightly holding a cigarette, and the cigarette holder was already deflated.

His serious expression was pulled by impatience, so that he had lost his bearings, and looked up at Jiang Nanchu's self-admiring posture in front of the mirror, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a while.

Outside, the wind was blowing, and suddenly a flash of lightning lit up the room, and the sound of rain was about to come in.

Fang Yuxuan couldn't help but feel aggrieved, God didn't agree to this marriage!

"Yuxuan, you have to wish me happiness!"

Jiang Nanchu stood in front of the mirror, his hands were waist-high like a model in a magazine, he shrugged his shoulders slightly, pursed his lips slightly, and gently pulled the corners of his mouth to show a happy smile.

The full-length mirror reflects the delicate curves, the delicate face, the two-meter-long drag wedding dress, and the layers of clouds and mist around her, like snow covering the room, everything looks so perfect!

Jiang Nanchu turned sideways from side to side, pulled a veil with delicate lace from the back of his neck to his shoulders, covered the veil, and practiced the happy expression of smiling.

Looking at the man in the mirror, he said, "Do you think it's better to wear my veil behind or to get it to the front?"

"This wedding dress is not for you. Fang Yuxuan took a puff of cigarette and spit out a sentence.

It's really duplicitous, and he can't take his eyes off her at the first sight.

"Then what's right for me?" Jiang Nanchu was not angry or angry, and his smile was still sweet and lovely.

Whatever Fang Yuxuan said now, it seemed that nothing could destroy her good mood, because today she was a bride.

The June bride, everything is almost perfect, if it's a sunny day, of course.

Jiang Nanchu lifted the skirt slightly, the European-style wedding dress, and the minimalist design highlights of the upper body are in the skirt, which is exactly the same as the wedding dress in the dream.

When she went to pick out a wedding dress with Fu Zekai, she fell in love with each other, and when she cautiously walked out of the fitting room and saw the brilliance in Fu Zekai's eyes.

Jiang Nanchu stopped trying on other wedding dresses, and even the people in the wedding dress shop felt that the bride's decision was too fast, and it was difficult to adapt and applaud in their hearts!

Jiang Nanchu turned around, walked to the European-style low stool next to Fang Yuxuan, lifted his skirt and sat down.

"Being in such a hurry to get married is tantamount to losing the right to choose happiness, life is still very long, and there are still good years waiting for you to squander. ”

"I'm already in the happiest state!" Jiang Nanchu said firmly.

"There is no happiest, only happier!" Fang Yuxuan was even more determined!

Jiang Nanchu looked at the man in front of her, she didn't know what he had been immersed in in the past few years, but she couldn't accept it.

So she chose to take him as a lifelong friend, but she couldn't say such a numb but hurtful word, so she lowered her head and chose to be silent.

Seeing that Jiang Nanchu was silent, Fang Yuxuan hurriedly softened his voice, "I mean, it's not too late to wait for you to graduate from graduate school and get married, if he really loves you, why be so anxious?"

"Love me to marry me, I will graduate in one year, is it okay to do good things sooner rather than later? Besides, I have finally realized my dream, why are you so unpopular?"

As the voice suddenly rose steeply, Jiang Nanchu's happy expression at the beginning dimmed.

snatched the cigarette in Fang Yuxuan's hand and took a hard puff.

I sucked too hard, choked and coughed violently, clutching my chest and thinking, why should everyone question my decision?

Since Fu Zekai came back, she hasn't smoked for two months.

Jiang Nan smoked at the beginning, but he was not addicted to smoking, and occasionally he was caught by him, she still remembered the first time he saw her smoking, and the anger of snatching the cigarette directly from her mouth scared her like an antelope when she saw an African lion, and she felt that her legs were not enough.

Fang Yuxuan's eyes were cold and he looked at her coughing, and only when the tears she coughed came out did he reach out and pat her back, once, twice, three times, and her cough.

Jiang Nanchu raised her arm and resisted a little, but her shape-shaping clothes were too tight, and her chest hurt when she coughed, and she couldn't push Fang Yuxuan's hand away after pushing twice.

The door of the locker room was opened, and everything was still in Fu Zekai's eyes.

Fang Yuxuan's hand was on Jiang Nanchu's □□'s back, looking at Fu Zekai through the mirror, flashing a smile, and he didn't stop and continued to pat Jiang Nanchu's back.

Jiang Nan was in a panic at first, hurriedly bowed, the cigarette in her hand fell, and then there was a loud scream, she burned her wedding dress!

Fu Zekai's chin was slightly raised to the left, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and there was no rise and fall in his eyes, compared to the manic Jiang Nanchu, what he saw was just a white tissue that had been burned.

Jiang Nan froze at first, feeling that time and space seemed to be misplaced, and suddenly, she saw Fu Zekai striding close to her, picking up the cigarette on the hem of her skirt, and the bright orange dancing flame was extinguished. The whole action is elegant, flowing and smooth, without a trace of impatience.

"I'm sorry. Jiang Qiao's apologetic voice was inaudible, his hands were a little shaky, and he reached out to hold Fu Zekai's hand at a loss.

"I don't want to kiss the bride who smells of cigarettes for a while. Fu Zekai's tone was steady and clear, with a hint of doting, his eyebrows were clear, his face showed a hint of gentleness, leaned over and squatted, looking at Jiang Nanchu who was at a loss.

"My wedding dress. Jiang Nanchu was so annoyed that the perfect dress actually burned a black hole, unscrupulously showing that her wedding was flawed.

Turning his head to look at Fang Yuxuan hatefully, Fang Yuxuan spread his hands, looking like he had nothing to do with me, looking up and waiting for the groom's reaction.

Fu Zekai raised his hand to smooth Jiang Nanchu's forehead, and the back placket of the tuxedo fell to the ground, the smooth material reflected the warm light.

Jiang Nanchu looked down at his back, but suddenly heard a "time", he tore off a strand of her wedding dress, Jiang Nanchu was shocked, his eyes widened, and he pulled it up and stuck in his chest in one breath.

Fu Zekai clumped the wedding dress into a ball, and a white parabola in the air disappeared into the trash can next to the dressing table, silently.

"The ceremony is about to start, are you ready?" Fu Zekai got up and pulled Jiang Nanchu with one hand.

The wedding dress shop was too wide, and there was a distance of half a meter between the feet of the two, Jiang Nanchu tried hard to lean over, but he only crawled to his chest, and unconsciously wrapped his hands around his waist.

"Mr. Fang, thank you for coming to the ceremony. Fu Zekai was calm and composed, with alienation in his eyes, and a faint enthusiasm without a trace of gratitude.

"Nan Chu's wedding, how could I miss it?" Fang Yuxuan got up and looked at the two close ones, feeling that their movements were ridiculous.

looked at Jiang Nanchu with a harmless smile, Jiang Nanchu frowned at him, and his face looked like a warning that you should give me less trouble.

"Jiang Nanchu, what kind of expression do you have, marrying him, so painful? Why don't you elope with me. Fang Yuxuan pulled out a smile that was neither salty nor faint, ignoring Fu Zekai's gradually cold expression.

"Fang Yuxuan, you go out, I'll practice the process with Kuo Hao, and you'll laugh at me. Jiang Nanchu waved his hand, like chasing a puppy.

She called his full name, feeling that the distance was tens of thousands of feet, Fang Yuxuan pursed his lips, and did not forget to look back at Jiang Nanchu's torn wedding dress before closing the door.

"I was so nervous just now that I wanted to take a puff of cigarette to relieve myself. Jiang Nanchu raised his head and explained to Fu Zekai.

"Relax, you are also the most beautiful bride without a wedding dress. Fu Zekai lowered his head and kissed Jiang Nanchu's forehead, Jiang Nanchu closed his eyes, as if he saw a ray of light yellow sunlight, and her dark world was too dazzling just because of this faint light.

"He's just a friend. Jiang Nanchu tiptoed and kissed Fu Zekai's cheek.

Turning around to get the gloves, Fu Zekai took a step forward and took the gloves in her hand, took her hand and slowly put them on for her.

Jiang Nanchu closed his eyes, not caring about the gap between him and her for 5 years, not worrying about how he turned from being almost stranger to her to proposing to her, just marrying him and enjoying the happiness of this second.

She Jiang Nanchu has lived for 25 years, and she has no regrets in her life after 12 years of tossing.

In the huge church, with its towering spires, it is as if each stage of life is planned by the hand of God.

Jiang Qiao took Fu Zekai's arm and slowly walked into the palace of marriage.

There are no relatives, only a few friends attend, and the wedding is inevitably bleak, in fact, for her Jiang Nanchu, there are no relatives who can participate, as long as the groom is Fu Zekai, she doesn't care about anything.

Hearing the priest's question, Jiang Nanchu hesitated for a moment.

Fu Zekai turned her head to look at her, she raised her head and smiled brightly, "I am willing, I will love you for the rest of my life." ”