440 Can you stay with me for a day
"What are you thinking about?" His lips came to her ears and asked softly.
"I was thinking..." Her lips moved slightly, turned around, and fixedly looked at him and said, "You are beautiful." This is a sigh, a sigh from the heart, his beauty is like It is an incomparably perfect work of art, and people can't even believe that such a person really exists.
He smiled lightly, put his arms around her waist, leaned down, and put his forehead against hers, "This sentence should be mine to you."
"But you are really beautiful."
"Huan, in my eyes, you are beautiful. No one is more beautiful than you." And this beauty will only belong to him in the future.
"I will be a good wife." Her fingers wiggled his bow tie.
His lips lightly kissed her hair, "I will also be a good husband."
They are so harmonious in the mirror, as if it is a harmony created by nature.
"Mr. Xiao, there is your call." Suddenly, the manager of the bridal shop walked over and said.
"Phone?" Xiao Moye raised his eyebrow suspiciously.
"Yes, the call was from the manager's room on the third floor. The other party said it was Miss Chu's wedding dress. Some things need to be confirmed." The manager said.
Xiao Moye lowered his head and said to Chu Huan, "I'll go up and take the phone, and I'll be down in a while."
"Yeah." She nodded and watched him follow the manager upstairs, her gaze returned to the mirror, and she looked at herself in the mirror.
She is about to marry, and from now on, she, Mo Ye, and their baby will live together. With a warm smile on the corners of his lips, Chu Huan's hand touched her abdomen, feeling the life in her abdomen.
Will the baby be happy? You will be happy, his (her) father and mother are holding a wedding, and he (she) is also a participant.
Suddenly, the smile on her lips froze, her dark apricot eyes stared at the mirror, or, to be more precise, the person in the mirror who suddenly appeared behind her.
It was a proud and cold face, beautiful phoenix eyes, looking at her in the mirror steadily, under the straight bridge of the nose, there were tight thin lips. Under the light, the skin on his face was still so pale, and even the color of his lips showed a faint water color.
Chu Huan slowly turned around and looked at each other. How long has it been since I saw him? It seems to be only one month, but it seems like a long time has passed.
Just remember, she told him her thoughts thoroughly, just remember, she hoped that he could be happy, just remember, his slightly cool lips, the touch that stayed on her lips...
This scene is still engraved in her mind.
He moved and walked towards her step by step. She couldn't see anything from his expression. The air seemed to be filled with a kind of silence. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of his footsteps and her heartbeat. sound.
He stood in front of her, Feng Miao looked at her, looking very carefully, as if to take a good look at how she had changed these days.
"Are you getting married?" After a long time, his lips opened slightly, and his cold voice overflowed gently.
"Yeah." She nodded slightly, "Why are you... in city B?"
"Xiao Moye can go back to City B, why can't I?" The corners of his lips were lifted. Her white wedding dress pierced his eyes, but it also made him dazzling.
He also imagined what she would look like in a wedding dress. In his mind, he had imagined thousands of images, but he saw it before knowing that it would be like this. It turned out that it would make him more heartbroken, but also more obsessed.
Her beauty, her tenderness, her tenderness, her charm, and her loveliness are all shown, but they are constantly reminding her that such a woman will soon belong to another man.
"When will you get married?" Duan Tang asked.
"Next Wednesday." Chu Huan replied. Because of the pregnancy, both families advocated that the wedding should be held as soon as possible. If it is delayed for a few more days, the belly will be obviously bigger.
The eyelashes drooped gently, covering the light in his eyes. So fast... Just a few days later, is it her wedding? Tomorrow morning he would be mentally prepared, but when he really heard it from her mouth, his heart was still aching, and even his breathing seemed to be choked for a moment.
"Don't send me your wedding invitation. I'm not that generous and I am willing to see you marry another man." He said.
She was silent, did these words mean that he still couldn't let go
"Is she okay?" His gaze fell on her abdomen, with a slight smile on her cold face.
As if looking at the baby he was expecting, his eyes faded away from the cold, leaving only a piece of softness.
Chu Huan could feel that Duan Tang seemed to have a different kind of affection for the child in her stomach, "He (she) is fine, and everything is healthy during the birth check."
"That's good." He said softly, watching a strand of hair fall from her hair and block her eyes.
He stretched his hand forward, just about to pick up this strand of her hair. By coincidence, her hand was also raised, trying to pick up the hair, the two fingertips accidentally touched together.
Her warmth touched his coldness, her fingers stiffened, and then she lowered her hand in embarrassment. His expression also had a momentary stunned expression, as if reminiscing the warmth of the moment.
Slowly, he lifted her hair behind her ears and pinned it gently, with cool fingers against her hot ears. Knowing that I should let go, knowing that the more I love her temperature like this, it will only make myself sink deeper and deeper. But at this moment, the willpower is so weak that it can't play a role at all.
Chu Huan lowered her head, not daring to look at Duan Tang's face. She could feel that his gaze was staring at her closely, and his fingertips were falling on her ears. The feeling was so vivid, so vivid that she could feel the light trembling of his fingertips, and felt his hesitation and struggle.
What are you hesitating
What are you struggling with
"Chu Huan." His voice suddenly sounded in her ears, his breath almost enveloped her whole body, "Can you stay with me for a day?"
"What?" She raised her head abruptly, her surprised face printed in his pupils.
"Tomorrow, I want you to stay with me for one day." He repeated, exhausting all the restraint in his body, and let his fingers leave her ears little by little. "In the square in the center of the city, where you set up a painting stand."