Chapter 120: Love You To Kill You 10

September 9 was fine.

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl Queqiao Fairy, the newcomers are rushing to get married, and the city's big hotel is crowded with people.

Among them, Yi Xiangxi and Bingbing are also a team of newcomers.

The two sides have already sent out the wedding card and informed their relatives and friends. They would all come to their engagement feast.

On this morning, Yi Xiangxi woke up early. Because he couldn't sleep all night last night, his eyes were bloodshot.

After sitting blankly for a while, I heard the phone ringing, and the woman opposite was as tender as water: "To the west...... Are you up? I love you......"

He couldn't tell whose voice it was for a while, Yaoyao's, as if he had never been familiar with it.

"Dear ......"

“......”

"Honey, why don't you speak?"

Bingbing didn't wait for the sweet words of the past, the lingering love words he must have said to her every day were a little strange, and a little aggrieved, half-joking: "To the west...... You don't know who I am......"

"Hmm...... Bingbing ...... What's the matter?"

"Ah......h......h To the west, you shouldn't forget, do you? Did you oversleep?"

He jumped.

He really almost forgot about it, a nightmare, and all the good memories were diluted.

"To the west, hurry up and get up......"

"Okay, good, dear, see you later. ”

He hung up the phone and got up immediately, hurriedly washed, dressed, opened the wardrobe, the dress had already been made, it was made by Bingbing herself, which was completely in line with her aesthetic taste, but it had been sent for several days, but Yi Xiangxi never had time to take a second look.

When I went to pick it up today, I found that there was more than one set, it turned out to be three sets, and he could choose it himself. It seems that Bingbing attaches great importance to the engagement ceremony.

He took a set casually, and before he could try it on, he went to the next room and opened a large row of wardrobes. It had been uninhabited for a long time, and even if he cleaned every day, it seemed deserted, and he saw another row of clothes, neat and neat, with a variety of styles: loungewear, evening dresses, sportswear...... The whole nine yards. There are also bags, shoes, and jewelry boxes next to them......

He sat down in a state of confusion.

These are all the ones she has worn...... Joe Wheat, she wore it here, used...... Every nook and cranny of this room is filled with her breath...... He had been with her for two months. And he and Bingbing have never spent the night together.

Why do I still miss her for so long, so many times???

He slumped on the floor, sweat oozing from his forehead.

"I'm taking revenge on her...... She's just a tool for me...... Yes, yes, it's just a tool for revenge, how can she compare to Bingbing???"

I repeated this phrase a hundred times in my heart. However, it is not the top use. is still flustered, just like yesterday's parting: Qiao Mai, she also wants to get married, she also wants to marry another man, she is so beautiful, she has to be enjoyed by other men after all.

He jumped up again and punched himself desperately, but the huge pain still couldn't make people wake up, and the Venus in front of him burst into chaos.

Is it because she was my first woman that I am so nostalgic?

Is it because I'm her first man that I can't let go of it so much?