Song Yao looked at the two best friends with willow eyebrows on an innocent face, and he really didn't know what they were angry about.

"Miss, Mr. An is waiting for you downstairs." The middle-aged servant woman stood respectfully at the door and prayed.

She jumped up as if she had been pardoned, "You guys discuss slowly, I'll go out first!" ”

"Hey, this is your wedding, why are you so irresponsible......" Before Yan Xi finished speaking, she had already slipped away.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" An Congzhe caught Song Yao, who flew into his arms, and looked at her with a funny face, "Annoyed by them again?" ”

"It's really annoying, they are arguing about which wedding dress I want to wear, and I was so impatient that I fell asleep, and both of them were very angry," she said with a look of grievance, "but fortunately you came in time to save me from the sea of misery." ”

He coughed lightly, "Actually, you may also be annoyed, I'm here to show you the new house." ”

She was stunned for a moment, of course she couldn't live in the Song family for a long time after getting married, although Song Jingfeng was ruined by his family, An Congzhe, who had a huge industry, was very hot, and even had the idea of recruiting money for a while, but neither of them was easy to be manipulated by others, how could they be willing to live under Song Jingfeng?

So as early as when she first discovered that Song Jingfeng had this intention, she strangled this little seedling in the bud.

After getting married, they can live their two-person world without being constrained by their elders, An Congzhe chose a house with her more than a year ago, and then she didn't care about the trivial matters of decoration, and handed them all over to An Congzhe.

"It's good that you decide," she yawned with little interest, "I'll have to take Song Hongyi to ride a horse when he comes back from class later." ”

Compared with worrying about the annoyance of the wedding, she would rather toss Song Hongyi.

In the past few years, under her torture, Song Hongyi has gone through a very tortuous mental journey from the original resistance and resistance, to the later numbness, and then to the current habits, and realized a lot of the true meaning of life.

Since he gave up on himself, the relationship between sister and brother has improved a lot, Song Yao is active by nature, and he is pulled into contact with various sports all day long, but his body is no longer as weak as before, and he is more sunny.

"It seems that in your heart, he is more important than me." His expression faded, and there was a hint of grievance.

She couldn't see him like this, so she quickly softened her voice and coaxed, "How is it possible, who can be more important than you?" ”

He abducted her as he wished, held her hand, and said lightly, "Fang Yaoming has been rescued, but he is paralyzed from the cervical spine." ”

Just the day before yesterday, Fang Yaoming suddenly had a car accident, it is said that the scene was very tragic, three people died on the spot, and it was not easy for Fang Yaoming to pick up this life.

The corners of her lips hooked slightly, "It's also retribution, I'm afraid it's not Guan Ming who did it, or Fang Shangdong who did it." ”

Although they all hated Fang Yaoming very much, since he was pulled down from Fang Shangdong's own master's chair, they no longer targeted him ruthlessly, at most, they fanned the flames in front of Guan Ming and Fang Shangdong, even if they couldn't destroy the Fang family for a while, but it would be a good thing for both the An family and the Song family to cause them to fight and consume their strength.

"It was Fang Shangdong who did it." He was always well-informed.

Fang Yaoming is arrogant and has always been restless, how can he swallow this breath, in the past few years, he has stumbled on Fang Shangdong, it is estimated that the only remaining friendship in Fang Shangdong's heart has been wiped out, how can the pillow of the superior allow others to sleep soundly? So it became a matter of course to make a move.

Fang Yaoming, the pride of the sky, probably never thought that he would have such a day, lying in bed without being a ghost or a ghost all his life, and his ambitions would no longer be displayed, which would make him more painful than killing him.

"Xia Yuyan's child is okay?" Fang Yaoming's fate reminded her of the girl who was as pure as a white lotus.

"I was sent to a welfare home, the child is very healthy and looks very good, and there should be people willing to adopt it in the future." He said expressionlessly.

Xia Yuyan miraculously became pregnant in the Fang family's mental hospital, it turned out that she did not hesitate to seduce the doctor in order to leave there, but unfortunately she lost her body, but she still couldn't get her wish, and she couldn't tell which doctor the child was.

Fang Yaoming lost power, Fang Shangdong didn't take a fancy to her, and was only going to imprison her in a mental hospital for the rest of her life, and when no one cared, Xia Yuyan gave birth to the child like this.

The day after giving birth, she went crazy and wanted to strangle the child to death, but fortunately she was found in time, and the people in the hospital still couldn't bear to kill such a small life with their own hands, so they abandoned the child on the side of the road.

He knew that she remembered what happened to her, and it was inevitable that he would be a little sentimental, so he patted the back of her hand comfortingly, "There is no point in being sad for this kind of person, come and see, do you like it or not?" ”

The house designed by An Congzhe is full of futurism, mainly white, and full of smart homes, which made her stunned, "Are we going to live in this alien flying saucer in the future?" ”

He was slightly embarrassed, "You don't like it?" ”

She didn't answer, but pointed to the partition not far away and asked, "What's that?" It looks like a painting. ”

"Can't you just see it?"

She walked over suspiciously, shocked again at the sight of a large color electronic display screen with her picture displayed at a rate of every three seconds.

"You," she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, "that's too pompous!" ”

"Is it pompous?" He looked at the display screen with satisfaction, "I think it's good, I think when you can't see you again, I just lie on the bed and admire you, imagining that you are by my side." ”

She couldn't help but look at the big bed facing the photo, and vaguely understood what he meant.

He must have endured a lot of hard work in the past few years, she just looked at him so playfully and didn't say a word.

His face flushed at her, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

She suddenly grabbed him violently, tried all her strength to block his mouth with her own lips, pushed him down on the bed, unbuttoned his shirt one by one, slowly straddled him, looked at his eyes that had become misty because of desire, and said word by word, "No matter what excuse you make this time, I will do you!" ”

He looked at the increasingly delicate and charming face above him stupidly, and unsurprisingly saw himself in her eyes, and in her eyes she had only herself, to be exact.

"Okay." His voice trembled, there was no escape, and he never wanted to escape.

In the past few years, he has been trying to restrain himself, thinking that he would save all the good things for the wedding night, but it seems that he can't wait in the end.