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Fang Shuyu didn't let Qiao Weihuan drive, and had to drive her back by herself, so she simply slapped Fang Shuyu into the taxi.

Qiao Weihuan drove back to the manor slowly, only fifteen miles along the way.

She knew that she was not suitable for driving now, and she also knew that driving so slowly was not just afraid of accidents.

The car was so quiet that you could faintly hear the sound of snow flakes falling on the windows.

My eyes gradually blurred, as if I had fogged up.

Qiao Weihuan parked the car on the side of the road and waited for a while before getting back on the road.

Back at the manor, it was rare to see a strange car outside the door.

When the servant saw her coming back, he bent down respectfully: "Madam, Mr. has ordered, please go to the second floor when you come back." ”

Qiao Weihuan ripped off her scarf, "Got it." ”

In the corridor on the second floor, only one door was wide open, and a small human voice could be faintly heard from inside.

"In the end, it was still delivered, be careful when you go back, so as not to break it."

"Okay, then I forgot to bring the shelf, the Duchess doesn't seem to have come back yet, what now?"

“…… What can you do, you go to be a shelf! ”

“……”

Qiao Weihuan had never heard such a cheerful voice in the manor, and turned her head to look at the servant, "Where is He Zhengxiao?" ”

The maid barely suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth, lowered her head and pointed to a certain door, "Sir is waiting for you in the room." ”

Qiao Weihuan pushed open the door, and as soon as the door was embedded in the gap, a warm white light popped out of the crack in the door. Her eyes were shaken, and her footsteps stepped back, and suddenly an arm reached out of it, holding her hand with precision.

He Zhengxiao put one hand on the door frame and pushed the door open, and gently brought the squinting Qiao Weihuan into the door.

Qiao Weihuan barely adapted to the dazzling light in the room, his eyes were halfway open, and his pupils froze.

Several young girls were holding their arms up, delicately setting up a wedding dress.

The wedding dress was very beautiful, without a bit of complicated and luxurious texture, but made the pure white more holy and elegant.

The breeze poured into the wide open window, and it gently swayed its slender waist, gentle and incredible.

He Zhengxiao hugged her thin waist, pressed her small ears, and said in a low voice: "Go try it." ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded unresponsively, "Okay." ”

Despite the simple design, it was still difficult for Qiao Weihuan to put on the wedding dress alone, and several girls stayed to help her, and knelt on the ground, carefully tidying up the long trail. After dressing, they also asked Qiao Weihuan to sit down and help her coil her hair.

When everything was done, Qiao Weihuan stood up, walked slowly to the mirror, and was stunned by the woman inside.

Several girls said enviously: "Madam, you are so beautiful in a wedding dress!" ”

This is the truth, the wedding dress itself is the designer has seen Qiao Weihuan's photos, and it is designed to fit her image, and she will wear it more eye-catching.

This one-of-a-kind wedding dress is hers.

Their wedding is also coming soon......

The door was pushed open, and He Zhengxiao's dark eyes slowly slid across Qiao Weihuan's back, from the delicate shoulders and neck, all the way to the cascading trail. He chuckled and knocked on the door without hurrying, "Ladies, can I come in now?" ”

Qiao Weihuan swallowed the sourness in his chest, forcing back the dampness in his eyes, "Wait and come in again, I'll take it off first." ”

A few girls next to her were stunned, generally women will look at the mirror for a long time when they put on a wedding dress, and they are reluctant to take it off, how can they take it off without asking their husbands?

Qiao Weihuan had already sat down, and touched the invisible zipper on her waist with her back, "It's a little small, maybe I've eaten a lot recently, and it's very tight to wear." ”

She paused and looked at the man standing in the doorway, "When is the wedding?" ”

In and out of the words, I can't show any liking, and I dislike it.

He Zhengxiao put one hand into his trouser pocket and stepped away with his long legs, "Christmas Eve." ”

"The day you were knighted?" Qiao Weihuan lowered her eyes and showed a shallow smile, "It's a good day." ”

It's a pity she can't wait.

Qiao Weihuan's stiff fingertips groped around her waist, and she didn't find the zipper for a long time. He Zhengxiao's eyes were lowered, he knelt on one knee, put his long fingers on her waist, and found an inconspicuous little zipper, "Don't like it?" ”

I don't know if it's asking about the wedding dress or something else, Qiao Weihuan just thought he was asking about the wedding dress, nodded and said, "Yes, the style is too plain, I don't like it." ”

"Then choose another one."

"Just in time? It's not been many days, and this one is also out of the way. ”

Qiao Weihuan bent down and pulled up the tail, "It's too troublesome, cancel the wedding." ”

The voice fell, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Qiao Weihuan straightened up and continued: "I don't want to have a wedding anymore, I want to divorce." ”

The voice and tone were calm, as if to say something inconsequential.

No one expected that Qiao Weihuan would be able to say such things in front of outsiders, and Uncle Zhong outside the door directly poked into a pile.

Several girls looked at each other and subconsciously looked at the man next to Qiao Weihuan.

He Zhengxiao slowly pulled down the zipper, and his voice was smooth and long, and he couldn't hear any emotion, "It's too late." ”

It turned out to be a direct skip to Qiao Weihuan's later words and only answer the first question.

Qiao Weihuan lowered his head and stared at his straight nose, with deep eyebrows without waves, "He Zhengxiao, I want to divorce." ”

He Zhengxiao's deep eyes were raised, and he pinched the tip of her nose lightly and heavily, with an imperceptible smile in his tone: "You still have to say it twice, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan stared at him very quietly, she felt that her was divided into two halves, half was greedily remembering everything about He Zhengxiao, his eyebrows, voice, every movement and expression, because he looked at him less, so he was reluctant to look away.

Half calmly manipulated her lips and made her speak: "Don't be like this, it's boring." I don't want to live with you, it's too boring, enough of arguing around, do you still want to quarrel for the rest of your life? Taking advantage of the fact that there is no wedding, we go for a divorce, which is a good thing for us. ”

She just knew how to provoke him, and what she said was very reasonable, and pointed the blade of language at him mercilessly.

He Zhengxiao chuckled, pulled her cold fingers and put them to his lips, and his lips and her fingertips were separated.

"If you don't get divorced, you don't count."

Qiao Weihuan curled up her fingers to take her hand back from his palm, but it was clenched tighter, and the force made her finger bones ache.

He has always been like this, and he never shows joy or anger in front of people outside. It is only occasionally when she is angry that the appearance of his graceful demeanor is torn away, revealing the danger of his hardness and ferocity.

Just like now, the curvature of He Zhengxiao's lips is soft, but the long night under his eyes is surging, and only Qiao Weihuan, who is very close to him, can feel the oppression that is about to come there.

Almost devoured her.

Uncle Zhong outside the door saw that the situation was not right, so he hurriedly gave a few girls who were covered in cold sweat a look and took them away. When it was quiet, He Zhengxiao stood up, pulled down her wedding dress with his long fingers, took off her wedding dress, and picked up the clothes on the chair with the other hand and put them on for her.

During the whole process, his deep and sea-like face was tough and cold, but his movements were gentle.

How much Qiao Weihuan loves his tenderness, how much it hurts now.

Knife after knife, my heart is dripping blood.

"He Zhengxiao ......"

Qiao Weihuan's face turned pale, and he said in a sloppy voice: "I really don't want to pass it." ”

He Zhengxiao buttoned the buttons on the outside of her sweater one by one, tilted his head and kissed her softly on the corner of her sideburns, and said in a low voice: "Huanhuan, don't talk angry." ”

So far, what else is she angry about.

Can't fight the cold and cruel Charlotte, she admits defeat and can't love him anymore.

But the entangled lifelines are twisted together, and he will not peel her off if he identifies her.

He Zhengxiao picked up Qiao Weihuan, who was stiff all over, she suddenly woke up, and suddenly grabbed He Zhengxiao's shirt, "I want to go back to City B." ”

Looking up at his smooth jaw, Qiao Weihuan continued: "If you don't agree, then Uncle Han must be present at my wedding, I'll go back to see him and tell him about it in person." ”

It was an excuse, but he listened to it as if it were the truth.

He's taken a lot of steps back, not worse than this one.

He Zhengxiao's eyes did not droop, and he said in a deep voice: "I'll accompany you back." ”

The snowflakes were still falling from the heavy dome, obscuring the thin starlight.

He Zhengxiao sat in the chair of the senior class solemnly, opened the top layer of the drawer with his long fingers, and flipped through several documents at random.

Sure enough, no.

Her thoughts are on the surface, and it is clear what she can do.

He Zhengxiao pushed back the drawer with a big hand, "Uncle Zhong." ”

Uncle Zhong pushed the door in, and listened to his cold voice: "Her friends are watching, especially Fang Shuyu." ”

Fu Minglang went to Germany, and it is not very likely that he will take things away. Xu Zhongshu was lying in the hospital, and now Fang Shuyu was the most suspicious.

The unbearable itch came up, He Zhengxiao snorted, and put his hand into a fist against his lips, suppressing the itch.

Uncle Zhong caught a glimpse of his movements and said worriedly, "Young Master, you have been coughing for many days, should you ask the doctor to come over?" ”

He Zhengxiao leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Two days later, Qiao Weihuan left the manor. She parked her car outside the elaborate building and saw two men coming down the stairs in the doorway.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

……

Fang Shuyu didn't let Qiao Weihuan drive, and had to drive her back by herself, so she simply slapped Fang Shuyu into the taxi.

Qiao Weihuan drove back to the manor slowly, only fifteen miles along the way.

She knew that she was not suitable for driving now, and she also knew that driving so slowly was not just afraid of accidents.

The car was so quiet that you could faintly hear the sound of snow flakes falling on the windows.

My eyes gradually blurred, as if I had fogged up.

Qiao Weihuan parked the car on the side of the road and waited for a while before getting back on the road.

Back at the manor, it was rare to see a strange car outside the door.

When the servant saw her coming back, he bent down respectfully: "Madam, Mr. has ordered, please go to the second floor when you come back." ”

Qiao Weihuan ripped off her scarf, "Got it." ”

In the corridor on the second floor, only one door was wide open, and a small human voice could be faintly heard from inside.

"In the end, it was still delivered, be careful when you go back, so as not to break it."

"Okay, then I forgot to bring the shelf, the Duchess doesn't seem to have come back yet, what now?"

“…… What can you do, you go to be a shelf! ”

“……”

Qiao Weihuan had never heard such a cheerful voice in the manor, and turned her head to look at the servant, "Where is He Zhengxiao?" ”

The maid barely suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth, lowered her head and pointed to a certain door, "Sir is waiting for you in the room." ”

Qiao Weihuan pushed open the door, and as soon as the door was embedded in the gap, a warm white light popped out of the crack in the door. Her eyes were shaken, and her footsteps stepped back, and suddenly an arm reached out of it, holding her hand with precision.

He Zhengxiao put one hand on the door frame and pushed the door open, and gently brought the squinting Qiao Weihuan into the door.

Qiao Weihuan barely adapted to the dazzling light in the room, his eyes were halfway open, and his pupils froze.

Several young girls were holding their arms up, delicately setting up a wedding dress.

The wedding dress was very beautiful, without a bit of complicated and luxurious texture, but made the pure white more holy and elegant.

The breeze poured into the wide open window, and it gently swayed its slender waist, gentle and incredible.

He Zhengxiao hugged her thin waist, pressed her small ears, and said in a low voice: "Go try it." ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded unresponsively, "Okay." ”

Despite the simple design, it was still difficult for Qiao Weihuan to put on the wedding dress alone, and several girls stayed to help her, and knelt on the ground, carefully tidying up the long trail. After dressing, they also asked Qiao Weihuan to sit down and help her coil her hair.

When everything was done, Qiao Weihuan stood up, walked slowly to the mirror, and was stunned by the woman inside.

Several girls said enviously: "Madam, you are so beautiful in a wedding dress!" ”

This is the truth, the wedding dress itself is the designer has seen Qiao Weihuan's photos, and it is designed to fit her image, and she will wear it more eye-catching.

This one-of-a-kind wedding dress is hers.

Their wedding is also coming soon......

The door was pushed open, and He Zhengxiao's dark eyes slowly slid across Qiao Weihuan's back, from the delicate shoulders and neck, all the way to the cascading trail. He chuckled and knocked on the door without hurrying, "Ladies, can I come in now?" ”

Qiao Weihuan swallowed the sourness in his chest, forcing back the dampness in his eyes, "Wait and come in again, I'll take it off first." ”

A few girls next to her were stunned, generally women will look at the mirror for a long time when they put on a wedding dress, and they are reluctant to take it off, how can they take it off without asking their husbands?

Qiao Weihuan had already sat down, and touched the invisible zipper on her waist with her back, "It's a little small, maybe I've eaten a lot recently, and it's very tight to wear." ”

She paused and looked at the man standing in the doorway, "When is the wedding?" ”

In and out of the words, I can't show any liking, and I dislike it.

He Zhengxiao put one hand into his trouser pocket and stepped away with his long legs, "Christmas Eve." ”

"The day you were knighted?" Qiao Weihuan lowered her eyes and showed a shallow smile, "It's a good day." ”

It's a pity she can't wait.

Qiao Weihuan's stiff fingertips groped around her waist, and she didn't find the zipper for a long time. He Zhengxiao's eyes were lowered, he knelt on one knee, put his long fingers on her waist, and found an inconspicuous little zipper, "Don't like it?" ”

I don't know if it's asking about the wedding dress or something else, Qiao Weihuan just thought he was asking about the wedding dress, nodded and said, "Yes, the style is too plain, I don't like it." ”

"Then choose another one."

"Just in time? It's not been many days, and this one is also out of the way. ”

Qiao Weihuan bent down and pulled up the tail, "It's too troublesome, cancel the wedding." ”

The voice fell, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Qiao Weihuan straightened up and continued: "I don't want to have a wedding anymore, I want to divorce." ”

The voice and tone were calm, as if to say something inconsequential.

No one expected that Qiao Weihuan would be able to say such things in front of outsiders, and Uncle Zhong outside the door directly poked into a pile.

Several girls looked at each other and subconsciously looked at the man next to Qiao Weihuan.

He Zhengxiao slowly pulled down the zipper, and his voice was smooth and long, and he couldn't hear any emotion, "It's too late." ”

It turned out to be a direct skip to Qiao Weihuan's later words and only answer the first question.

Qiao Weihuan lowered his head and stared at his straight nose, with deep eyebrows without waves, "He Zhengxiao, I want to divorce." ”

He Zhengxiao's deep eyes were raised, and he pinched the tip of her nose lightly and heavily, with an imperceptible smile in his tone: "You still have to say it twice, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan stared at him very quietly, she felt that her was divided into two halves, half was greedily remembering everything about He Zhengxiao, his eyebrows, voice, every movement and expression, because he looked at him less, so he was reluctant to look away.

Half calmly manipulated her lips and made her speak: "Don't be like this, it's boring." I don't want to live with you, it's too boring, enough of arguing around, do you still want to quarrel for the rest of your life? Taking advantage of the fact that there is no wedding, we go for a divorce, which is a good thing for us. ”

She just knew how to provoke him, and what she said was very reasonable, and pointed the blade of language at him mercilessly.

He Zhengxiao chuckled, pulled her cold fingers and put them to his lips, and his lips and her fingertips were separated.

"If you don't get divorced, you don't count."

Qiao Weihuan curled up her fingers to take her hand back from his palm, but it was clenched tighter, and the force made her finger bones ache.

He has always been like this, and he never shows joy or anger in front of people outside. It is only occasionally when she is angry that the appearance of his graceful demeanor is torn away, revealing the danger of his hardness and ferocity.

Just like now, the curvature of He Zhengxiao's lips is soft, but the long night under his eyes is surging, and only Qiao Weihuan, who is very close to him, can feel the oppression that is about to come there.

Almost devoured her.

Uncle Zhong outside the door saw that the situation was not right, so he hurriedly gave a few girls who were covered in cold sweat a look and took them away. When it was quiet, He Zhengxiao stood up, pulled down her wedding dress with his long fingers, took off her wedding dress, and picked up the clothes on the chair with the other hand and put them on for her.

During the whole process, his deep and sea-like face was tough and cold, but his movements were gentle.

How much Qiao Weihuan loves his tenderness, how much it hurts now.

Knife after knife, my heart is dripping blood.

"He Zhengxiao ......"

Qiao Weihuan's face turned pale, and he said in a sloppy voice: "I really don't want to pass it." ”

He Zhengxiao buttoned the buttons on the outside of her sweater one by one, tilted his head and kissed her softly on the corner of her sideburns, and said in a low voice: "Huanhuan, don't talk angry." ”

So far, what else is she angry about.

Can't fight the cold and cruel Charlotte, she admits defeat and can't love him anymore.

But the entangled lifelines are twisted together, and he will not peel her off if he identifies her.

He Zhengxiao picked up Qiao Weihuan, who was stiff all over, she suddenly woke up, and suddenly grabbed He Zhengxiao's shirt, "I want to go back to City B." ”

Looking up at his smooth jaw, Qiao Weihuan continued: "If you don't agree, then Uncle Han must be present at my wedding, I'll go back to see him and tell him about it in person." ”

It was an excuse, but he listened to it as if it were the truth.

He's taken a lot of steps back, not worse than this one.

He Zhengxiao's eyes did not droop, and he said in a deep voice: "I'll accompany you back." ”

The snowflakes were still falling from the heavy dome, obscuring the thin starlight.

He Zhengxiao sat in the chair of the senior class solemnly, opened the top layer of the drawer with his long fingers, and flipped through several documents at random.

Sure enough, no.

Her thoughts are on the surface, and it is clear what she can do.

He Zhengxiao pushed back the drawer with a big hand, "Uncle Zhong." ”

Uncle Zhong pushed the door in, and listened to his cold voice: "Her friends are watching, especially Fang Shuyu." ”

Fu Minglang went to Germany, and it is not very likely that he will take things away. Xu Zhongshu was lying in the hospital, and now Fang Shuyu was the most suspicious.

The unbearable itch came up, He Zhengxiao snorted, and put his hand into a fist against his lips, suppressing the itch.

Uncle Zhong caught a glimpse of his movements and said worriedly, "Young Master, you have been coughing for many days, should you ask the doctor to come over?" ”

He Zhengxiao leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Two days later, Qiao Weihuan left the manor. She parked her car outside the elaborate building and saw two men coming down the stairs in the doorway.

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