When Zhao Anyue came back, it was already seven o'clock in the morning.

The wedding dress in his arms was wrapped in five or six layers of rainproof silk, and it was not stained with water. But the rain on Zhao Anyue's body did not dry all night.

She wouldn't tell Shen Xingye, it was she standing at the door of someone's store, begging for more than an hour. And with two months' salary of expedited payment, begging the master on duty to sew it overnight.

"In the future, you dare to touch it again. I'll kill you. ”

Shen Xingye had already changed his clothes and was sitting at the dining table in the living room. He is good at saying the cruelest words calmly, and he doesn't need to blink his eyes too much.

"Got it, I won't be in the future. Zhao Anyue raised her hand and stroked her wet bangs, and the air conditioner in the room was still low at this time. She shivered firmly, exhausted as if her skeleton had softened, "I'll go take a shower and change my clothes first, and I'll help you get breakfast later." ”

Shen Xingye can skillfully use tableware and take cups and bowls. It's just that it's a little difficult when it comes to cutting food.

And Wu's mother used to go to the supermarket next door to buy vegetables after making breakfast. Therefore, the bacon omelette and the like in Western meals are cut and made by Zhao Anyue little by little, and stuffed into toast to make sandwiches for easy access. If she's not there, he'll just eat white toast.

When Zhao Anyue came out of the bathroom at this time, Shen Xingye was no longer in the restaurant. There was only half a glass of undrunk milk left on the table.

She dragged her tired up to the second floor, passed by Shen Xingye's bedroom, and saw that he was indeed inside.

Sit sideways at the end of the bed, with your back to the door, facing the re-hung fishtail wedding dress.

Zhao Anyue couldn't see his expression, only his slender fingers, carefully rubbing them against the edge of his skirt.

She guessed that the expression on his face must have been gentle. Like she had seen him for the first time three years ago......

"Hoshino, do you want to eat anything more? It's almost eight o'clock, I'll go down and drive the car out first-"

"No, I don't. ”

Shen Xingye stood up and said coldly.

"Xueqi will come and pick me up in the morning to take me to the bank, and you hand over the car keys. ”

"Oh. ”

Zhao Anyue didn't say anything more.

Shen Xingye said that her attitude towards handing over the car keys was very clear, that is, she didn't plan to take her into the company together.

It's no wonder, after all, she and Shen Xingye have been secretly married in the company for half a year. Only Shen Xingye's secretary Du Xueqi knew about their marital relationship.

In the company, she can only call him Mr. Shen.

But Zhao Anyue thinks it's okay to do this-

She called him 'Mr. Shen', and he would at least answer 'um'.

It's better than calling him 'Hoshino' at home and he'll just say ''.

Seeing Du Xueqi holding Shen Xingye's arm, getting into the car and leaving like a close couple.

Zhao Anyue, who was hiding behind the curtains, quietly walked out, looked at the reflection of the window glass, and looked at herself carefully-

The word shame has never really escaped the gap between her and Shen Xingye.

Not to mention compared to his dead lover. Even the excellent female secretaries, female clients, and female partners around him, calling out a random one and turning into ashes are more eye-catching than her Zhao Anyue wearing makeup.

Zhao Anyue thought: Even if he is blind, Shen Xingye's light is still beyond the reach of an unknown girl like herself.

Not to mention the accident half a year ago -

His tragedy, his anger, his hatred, his destruction.

All of this is indeed inseparable from her Zhao Anyue.