Chapter 1 has nothing to do with love h3 >

Xiao Yuan.

On the far left side of the garden, the lawn is wide, the roses are luxuriant, and the single-family building in the middle is brand-new, with the big red word "happy" dazzling on the door, and the red carpet on the ground stretches, from the entrance of the Xiaoyuan gate to the quiet single-family building inside.

The small building is a European-style building, two-storey, next to the maid's room, which is gorgeously decorated, with a European-style velvet sofa with gold edges, a heavy solid wood floor with a deep color and rough lines, a wide red and white closet, and a heavy gold line and purple edge of cumbersome curtains dragged on the side of the balcony.

The guests have long since dispersed, and the cave room is spent on candle nights, but Xiao Yuan is secluded and strange.

The Xiao family is an old-fashioned family, Xijing doesn't like to make trouble, there are many rules, there is nothing to get married outside, I like to make a hole in the room, and play a little exciting, but here it is regarded as dross, so after the heavy wedding procedures, all the guests dispersed, leaving a lot of time for the newlyweds.

On the night of the candles in the cave room, Gu Yi sat on her big bed, the wedding was not as sacred as she thought, and after being busy, she was only tired.

However, in retrospect, even if it was exhausting, the day was still satisfying

Gu Yi at the wedding, beautiful and elegant, was the focus of the audience, but the twenty-two-year-old girl, even if she was the eldest lady of the Gu family, had long been accustomed to the life of a famous family, after all, she was still young, and her pure heart still hid a little bit of gloriousness.

There's a movement outside.

The sound of large leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor was extremely dull.

He quietly leaned against the door, crossed his chest, and looked into the room, seemingly with a lazy expression, casually swept the whole room, and then raised his eyebrows and met her eyes.

She has a pair of beautiful eyes, black and white, exquisitely like black pearls in a white velvet treasure box, clear and mysterious.

She looked at him and smiled.

"Gu Yi." Xiao Qian's voice was lukewarm, revealing such a rebellious taste, he was only twenty-four years old at the time, young, and a little childish, but what he said was as harsh as ever, indifferent, without a little emotion, and never cared about hurt, "I married you, it was natural, but it wasn't that we were in love, you know, I don't love you, so, I don't want you to have any special expectations for me, I can promise not to divorce, try to do my best to be a husband should be, If you have any other ideas, I hope you put them away as soon as possible. ”

Gu Yi was stunned, a girl who was just twenty-two years old did still have a longing for love in her heart.

On the wedding night, the beginning of a new journey, she stood there, her long skirt swaying, the tip of her nose was slightly sour, and she suddenly felt that this wedding room was becoming more and more empty, and her clear big eyes were slowly condensed with mist.

She knew that Xiao Qian didn't love her.

She closed her eyes and looked at Xiao Qian with a smile, her eyes had blinked thoroughly again, and she was no longer half sad, she said, "Okay, I know, Xiao Qian, I will be your wife well." ”

Gu Yi also naively thought at that time that one day, maybe Xiao Qian would always fall in love with her-