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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Chu Huandong looked at the newspaper in front of him, his heart was beating suddenly, all the blood in his body rushed to his brain, and the whole person was as white and dizzy as lack of oxygen.

He maintained this posture, like a frozen statue, and he didn't know how long it took before he slowly came to his senses, only to feel his limbs weak, and slowly slid down on the sofa in the small secluded room, his eyes full of unspeakable sadness.

In fact, from the day he left Wang Zhangzhu, he vaguely knew that their separation this time would be forever, and from then on, men and women would marry irrelevantly, but when they really saw Wang Zhangzhu marry, this pain is indescribable.

Chu Huandong slid his fingertips over the eyes, nose, and mouth of Wang Zhangzhu on the newspaper little by little...... Her delicate voice seemed to ring in her ears, the lingering whispers, and the delicate tenderness on the pillow in the early morning seemed to be in front of her, "Brother Huandong...... Brother Huandong......"

And now, everything is a bubble phantom.

Chu Huandong didn't know how long he had been sitting on the sofa, and he didn't come back to his senses until the phone rang suddenly, the call was from Ding Lingyue, saying that he was busy with work and pressure these days, and he wanted to take advantage of this weekend to organize everyone to go to the sea to have fun and relax.

Ding Lingyue must have also known the news that Wang Zhangzhu was about to get married, and was trying his best to distract himself.

Chu Huandong smiled bitterly, agreed in a calm voice, then stood up, took a deep breath, and put the newspaper back in Xiao You's drawer, as if he had never read it.

He sorted out his emotions, walked out of Xiao You's room casually, and told the servant not to mention this matter to Xiao You.

Chu Huandong doesn't want to be a hypocritical person, let alone need the sympathy and pity of others, since the deceased is like this, he must also learn to face it calmly, even if he pretends, he has to pretend to be like.

Song Liangyu is much more concerned about marriage than Wang Zhangzhu, holding the design list sent by the etiquette company, and asking Wang Zhangzhu's opinions one by one, "Zhangzhu, do you like Chinese weddings or Western-style Zhangzhu, do you go to Milan or Paris to order the wedding dress......?"

Wang Zhangzhu didn't have any interest in these things, but seeing that Song Liangyu was full of interest, it was not easy to spoil his interest, so he could only deal with it with a strong spirit, but fortunately, Song Liangyu later saw that her spirit was not good, and kindly let her go.

Lying on the bed, Wang Zhangzhu remembered the cold but gentle face again, those soft words and warmth, those good times, she was coquettish with him, and she was obedient and tired of being in his arms......

She reached out to wipe away the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes, choking bitterly, if it wasn't for the last resort, if it wasn't for the sake of keeping the child, how could she use such a stupid method as fake marriage again.

Wang Zhangzhu touched his lower abdomen and muttered to himself: Baby, in the future stormy life, you will accompany your mother!

Song Liangyu and Wang Zhangzhu's wedding date is getting closer and closer, and the Wang family's mansion is decorated with joy, full of an unusual fanatical atmosphere.

In order to take care of Wang Dada, Wang Zhangzhu and Song Liangyu agreed to live here after getting married.

Wang Zhangzhu looked at the big red new house prepared by the servants for herself and Song Liangyu, and there were large wedding photos of her and Song Liangyu hanging in the room, and she felt shocked.

In this house, there are too many memories of herself and Chu Huandong, if it weren't for her father, she wouldn't have chosen the new house here.

A week before the wedding, Wang Zhangzhu fell ill inexplicably, it was a cold, but because she was pregnant, she couldn't take injections and medicine, so she could only drink ginger water and recuperate in bed.

Song Liangyu took care of the sick Wang Zhangzhu carefully and considerately, telling her not to worry, if her illness was not good, the wedding could be postponed.

Wang Zhangzhu smiled apologetically at Song Liangyu, "The wedding doesn't have to be postponed, I will definitely be fine when the time comes." ”

In the process of preparing for this grand, tedious and grand wedding, Song Liangyu played the leading role from beginning to end, he always maintained a happy smile, had great patience, and gently and harmlessly concealed his danger and aggression.

So much so that Wang Zhangzhu thought a lot of the time, if Song Liangyu was willing to be good to herself, her father, and her children all her life, it would be okay for her to really marry him, since the happiness she pursued in her life would never be obtained, it would be good to be able to get peace.

Hearing that Wang Zhangzhu was getting married, Ge Chengwei and Xu Yiming hurriedly ended their honeymoon trip and rushed back to attend her wedding.

The three of them sat in the large living room of Wang Zhangzhu's house, Ge Chengwei handed Wang Zhangzhu the gift she bought abroad, Xu Yiming asked unceremoniously and directly: "Zhangzhu, do you really love Song Liangyu, why did you decide to marry him so quickly?"

Xu Yiming's side face was a misty gold in the noon sun, and the faint outline melted into the light and shadow, making Wang Zhangzhu seem to see the high-spirited teenager many years ago, she saw his clenched fist, and the subtle movements revealed the tension in his heart.

Wang Zhangzhu was moved, blinked and smiled, "The word love is too heavy, but I promise that I like him, and I am willing to marry him." ”

Xu Yiming closed his eyes, his long eyelashes were covered with a layer of gold powder-like brilliance, and then said solemnly: "Zhangzhu, no matter what you do, I will support you, you always remember that no matter what happens, Chengwei and I are always by your side." ”

Wang Zhangzhu laughed at him, went out for a honeymoon, and learned to be poetic, in fact, his heart was already moved.

Whether it is hope or fear, the wedding day is still coming, Ge Chengwei and the makeup artist put on a wedding dress for Wang Zhangzhu, the wedding dress was designed by an international master in Milan with Song Liangyu's heavy money, and the silk satin fabric is embellished with genuine small diamonds.

"Zhangzhu, you are so beautiful today!" Ge Chengwei looked at the dazzling Wang Zhangzhu and admired it sincerely.

Wang Zhangzhu looked at herself in the mirror, her beautiful face, gorgeous wedding dress, she was indeed worthy of the word beautiful flowers, she suddenly had a sour sadness, an indescribable sadness, she closed her eyes gently, she really married three times, only this time is the most grand, got the blessing of relatives and friends, but the person who wants to marry is not the person she loves the most.

The wedding of Song Liangyu and Wang Zhangzhu was held in the private garden of the Wang family, and all those who came to attend the wedding had to pass through the security check when they entered the ceremony.

Several well-dressed men, wearing top hats and sunglasses, holding gilded invitations in their hands, walked towards the security guards.

More than a dozen security guards were not surprised at all by their black and super face-covering dress, because almost all the bosses who came today were dressed like this, the security guards checked the names on the invitation cards and the ID cards of the people who came, and then looked at the appearance of the people, the three matched, and the security guards let them go as usual.

The hallway is lined with airlifted white lilies, red roses make curved flower doors, wedding marches flutter through the hall, and the red carpet in the corridor is sprinkled with flower petals.

Eyes full of celebrities and gentlemen, politicians and wealthy businessmen, in the sound of salutes in the sky, Wang Zhangzhu held Wang Dacheng's arm, and walked towards Song Liangyu in front of the altar.

Song Liangyu was wearing a handmade Italian suit, his face was charming and handsome with excitement, and when Wang Zhangzhu followed Wang Da to the bottom of the steps of the ceremonial platform, he couldn't wait to run down a few steps and stretched out his hand to Wang Zhangzhu.

This girl, whom he has dreamed of for many years, finally confirmed her new identity to relatives and friends - Song Liangyu's wife under the blessed eyes of relatives and friends.

After the oath was made, Song Liangyu and Wang Zhangzhu began to exchange rings, and then Wang Zhangzhu threw the bouquet in his hand.

When everyone applauded, in the cheers, a silver bell-like smile sounded particularly harsh, although it was not particularly loud, it still attracted Wang Zhangzhu's attention, she slowly turned around, and faced Lin Yurou, who walked out of the crowd with gentle steps and swaying figures.

Wang Zhangzhu looked at Lin Yurou, who shouldn't have appeared here, she was obviously dressed up carefully today, with no traces of makeup and high-end sexy dresses, no worse than herself in a white veil.

Lin Yurou's posture is clearly to provoke.

"Miss Wang, Mr. Song, I wish you a sweet wedding. Lin Yurou smiled at the two newcomers.

Song Liangyu glared at Lin Yurou fiercely with sharp eyes, originally they said that Lin Yurou would not come to his wedding today, but this damn slut actually came!

In front of Wang Zhangzhu and the guests, Song Liangyu couldn't show his resentment too obviously, so he could only smile perfunctorily, "Thank you, Miss Lin, for your appreciation." ”

Lin Yurou's main target today was Wang Zhangzhu, looking at Wang Zhangzhu in a white wedding dress, she was about to say something, but she heard a majestic and low voice behind her, "Who invited you here, you are not welcome here, go out!"

Just listening to this voice, Lin Yurou's heart was pang, she hurriedly turned her head, and looked at a fierce and fierce gaze in horror, this person was her former brother-in-law, Wang Dada.

Wang Da looked at Lin Yurou with disgust, no matter why she came today, he would not welcome her, if it weren't for the fact that this woman had helped Song Liangyu deal with Chu Huandong together, he would have killed her when he came back this time.

Lin Yurou couldn't help but twist her face, and whispered in fear: "Mr. Wang, I'm here to say hello to you and Miss Wang." "I was really carried away by jealousy, and I forgot that Wang Zhangzhu also had a powerful protector by his side, the ruthless Wang Da.

"Hurry up, no one is welcome here. Wang Dada's voice was not loud, after all, today was a good day for Wang Zhangzhu, and he, the master, couldn't be too stingy.