President's black-bellied ex-wife

Father Wei nodded deliberately, "Okay, what about that day... how do you two arrange your work?"

"No matter how busy you are at work, you will definitely get married. I think next month, you guys can see if there is any good and auspicious day." Wei Ziyue said easily and naturally.

Although he doesn't care about these customs, the whole Chinese people pay attention to this, especially the elderly, so it's better to ask for advice.

Regarding this, Wei's mother had been thinking about it for a long time, and now she smiled and said: "Next month, I will ask someone to count the days. There is no suitable one at the beginning of the month, and it will be the middle of the month at the earliest. The eighth day of the winter month is not bad, or ...is that the order?"

Yun Meng thought it was nothing, but Wei Zi frowned, "It's going to be the middle of the month?"

"It's okay..." The woman knew from his expression that he was not happy, so she whispered.

The more Wei Zi glanced at her, he said, half truthfully, "I always feel that nights are long and dreamy, and I don't feel at ease if I don't marry you sooner."

The adults all laughed, Yunmeng was a little shy, cast a coquettish look at him and stopped talking.

The time at the beginning of the month is a bit tight, and the preparations are inevitably hasty. Old man Yun thought about it, "Then the eighth day of the winter month, so there is still half a month left, so don't panic."

The elders all settled down, Wei Ziyue was naturally reluctant to speak, so he nodded in agreement.

Later, Li Zimu's mother said that she wanted to visit her granddaughter again, so the whole family went to Zhou Weicheng's house again.Yunmeng and Wei Ziyue also passed by together, seeing how his cousin had just given birth, Wei Ziyue seemed to think of Yunmeng's suffering in giving birth abroad alone, so he held her hand tightly.

Originally, the smell of perfume and lipstick on Wei Ziyue's clothes made her feel a little worried, but at this time the man held her hand tightly. Although she didn't say anything, she understood what it meant and knew that he was talking about it. Feeling sorry for myself, that worry disappeared in an instant.She believed what he said, and she definitely didn't give Pan Fuyun any room for reverie and ambiguity, and it must have been Pan Fuyun's unilateral involvement in it.

The woman turned her head and looked at him tenderly. Just as she was about to talk to him, Wei Ziyue's phone rang, "Sorry, I'm going out to answer the phone..."

Yunmeng didn't doubt that it was there, looking at the little girl sleeping beside Li Zimu, she felt quite emotional.Zhou Weicheng now has the image of a standard dad, who stays with his wife and children every step of the way, looking at his daughter's eyes so tenderly that water drips out.Yunmeng looked at the wrinkled little girl, delicate and tender, and remembered Yunhan's appearance when he was very young, and suddenly felt that there was another little thing like this, so that the more Weizi looked at it, he could understand Zhou Weicheng's current mood. It is a very happy and interesting thing.

Wei Zi stepped out of the bedroom and went to the balcony of the living room before pressing the call button, and asked in a low voice, "Fuyun, what's the matter?"

Pan Fuyun's tone was very soft and soft, "It's okay...just finished chemotherapy, I'm a little weak, I feel so uncomfortable, I want to talk to someone."

Wei Ziyue's complexion suddenly darkened, and his tone became much calmer, "You should have a good rest just after chemotherapy, and you don't have to hold your phone all the time."

"Zi Yue, are you concerned about me?"

"Fuyun, I thought I made my words very clear last time..." Wei Zi wanted to hang up the phone, but he still couldn't do it. She is seriously ill, how can he care about it?

The community Zhou Weicheng lives in is built next to the lake. From this balcony, you can see the lake and mountains, and the scenery is pleasant, but now it is late autumn, the lake is quiet without any waves, and there are few green plants around. He looked at the gloomy autumn scenery and frowned.

"Fuyun, take care of your illness. I'm getting married, and the wedding will be on the eighth day of the winter month. If your health permits, I will invite you to my wedding." The more Wei Zi thought about it, the more he thought of Pan Fu. Yun invited her as a friend. Although it was a bit cruel to say it, it was the only way to make her give up.

Over there, Pan Fuyun was leaning on the hospital bed, her smiling face suddenly became stiff, and tears fell like broken beads.I wanted to say something or scold him or something, but suddenly felt a lump in my throat that was extremely uncomfortable, as if I was about to be unable to breathe, so I hung up the phone angrily.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Wei Zi frowned, then put the phone away and put it in his pocket, staring at the calm lake water for a moment of silence.

Pan Fuyun must be sad right now, but he can't hurt another person's heart just to make her feel at ease.If there is no Yunmeng, he might pretend to love her, and it doesn't matter if he stays with her day and night or even gets married, as long as she feels happy; but now that he has another person in his heart, he can no longer comfort others.No, if it weren't for Yunmeng, he would have married Shen Mengyuan now. With Shen Mengyuan's temper, if he had such a relationship with a woman outside, wouldn't the family be in a commotion?

Therefore, there is really no if in this world, Pan Fuyun can only rely on herself, and he is responsible for another woman and another family.

Turning around, Wei Ziyue suddenly froze. Looking at the woman standing in the living room a few steps behind him, he smiled and asked, "Why did you come out? Want to go back? Then let's go..."

When Yunmeng came over, she only heard his last words, and when he walked out in his arms, she asked curiously and amusedly, "Whose phone is it? Are you so impatient to announce your wedding date?"

Wei Zi raised his eyebrows coldly, and his tone was full of complacency, "Of course! You don't know how many people have been waiting to drink my wedding wine these years. Do you remember the last time I was in the Taoran Club? Those people have to be notified when the time comes Come on, this wedding, we don't want to be grand, but bigger!"

Yunmeng smiled and spit at him, "Why do you look like a nouveau riche marrying a daughter! You're not vulgar!"

"Oh... I can't help it. I used to think that I was quite noble. Since I met you, I found that I am a layman, and laymen behave in the way of laymen."

Wei Ziyue's words seemed to be a joke, but they were actually expressing his heart.How did he ever think that he would be like ordinary people in this life, playing this kind of life-and-death love, for a woman, regretting the marriage, even making troubles with the family, and finally pursuing in a low voice, playing the piano in front of everyone... It seems that he He could think of what a man could do for a woman, except for having a baby and being a aunt, he had tried everything else.

"I found that you are getting more and more glib!"

"That's because I love you more and more!"

"Come on! Disgusting Bala!"

"Say one more word?!"

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