Jiang Zhuoheng is recognized by everyone as a good boy, obedient and sensible, as a rich N generation, he has not been infected with a little vice.

When I went to school, I went out early and returned late, and my academic performance was always at the top.

Her relationship with him was in City B, and it was only a short two months, but several old people knew about it.

Jiang Zhuoheng's family is very open-minded and has no opinions, and when they heard the news that the two of them were in love, their family members were all voices of support.

In their relationship, the only thing that opposes and disfavors them is Yan Rusheng.

"Oh." Wen Xuxu responded lightly, lowered his head and did not look at Wen Lao.

She knew that her grandfather was testing her attitude towards Jiang Zhuoheng nine times out of ten.

Her twenty-fifth birthday is approaching, and it seems that grandpa really can't sit still.

……

After eating, it was almost nine o'clock, and she returned to her apartment with the box in one hand and the big box sent by Jiang Zhuoheng in the other.

Open the door, reach out to turn on the light, the familiar furniture, the familiar furnishings, the familiar everything, let her feel intimate and rising.

She entered the door, put the big box on the floor, closed the door, shook off the flat boat shoes on her feet, and went straight into the bathroom barefoot.

A few minutes later, wrapped in a bathrobe, my hair came out wet, and I nestled in the sofa with a hair dryer, and my hair was blown while watching TV.

It still feels comfortable to be at home.

After blowing her hair, she lay on the couch and sighed.

'Didi'

The phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated twice, and there was a text message.

Xuxu picked it up and glanced at it first, it was sent by Jiang Zhuoheng.

"It's lifelike, right? Didn't pick you up at the airport at night, go to bed early, good night. ”

Even if it was just a few lines of text, she could still feel the tenderness between the lines.

Xuxu's heart was hot, and Jiang Zhuoheng's greeting in her ear that day echoed in her ears, "It's been three years, are you okay?" ’

Wen Xuxu, how are you?

Even she didn't know the answer to this answer, she was desperate back then, thinking that she was still young and could wait and fight.

But now that she's twenty-five, does she have to wait any longer, and continue to be so willful to herself?

She put down her phone, got up and put on her slippers and ran to the door, moved the big pink box that Zhuo Heng gave her to the side of the sofa, untied the big bow tied on it, and uncovered the lid.

She carried the lid of the box and looked inside the box, her eyes lit up.

Inside was a white skirt with the upper body propped up by a paper mannequin, a round neckline with puff sleeves and lace trim on the neckline and cufflinks.

Lifelike lowered the lid, took off the paper model, stood up and shook the skirt open, about the length of her ankles.

She burst into tears.

'What is there to envy of Snow White?' When you grow up, I will give you a dress that looks better than hers, and you must look good in it. ’

'Lifelike, if I come back in three years and you're still single, can you just come back to me and be a princess?' ’

How much virtue did she accumulate in her previous life, and she only met a Jiang Zhuoheng in this life.

Even if it was a small random guarantee, he was very serious about honoring it.

Wen thought about it a lot this night......

After a few days of business trips, when they returned to the company, Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu were so busy that they didn't even have time to eat.

At the end of the day, it seemed calm and everything was business as usual.

When it was time to get off work, everyone left one after another, and Wen Xuxu also packed up his things and prepared to leave.

She glanced back at the closed office of the president.

After thinking about it, I got up and knocked on the door.