fiery fall

Nerida's face was full of anger, but her eyes were full of disappointment, "Zhou Sihao, I——"

This was the first time Zhou Sihao heard Nrida call him this, and he suddenly panicked, as if the specialness he had always had was gone. He interrupted Nrida hastily, "Who said you lost? "

Nerida still had anger on her face and said with a disappointed smile: "Who needs to say anything else? Everyone knows that you don't like me at all. When you received the bouquet, it was your sister, not me. , you don’t like me at all!”

Nerida's heart seemed to be tightly imprisoned by an iron hand, suffocating and suppressing it.

She spent half a year without getting this man's heart, but she gave him her whole heart.

"You will never see me again!" Nerida pushed Zhou Sihao away and walked out with her suitcase.

Just a man.

It's not like she can't afford to lose.

Nerida comforted herself like this, but tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Zhou Sihao was knocked away by her forcefully, and his heart sank suddenly.

He strode after her and stood in front of Nerida again, "Nerida, can you listen to my explanation?"

Standing in front of her, Zhou Sihao saw that the woman's delicate little face was soaked with tears.

His eyeliner was smudged and his face was not pretty, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"You win, I like you."

"You..." Nerida was stunned while pushing, and stared at him with tearful eyes, "What did you say?"

Zhou Sihao took out a brown handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped her tears away, "I like you."

"I love you, I don't allow you to disappear from my world, I don't allow you to leave me."

Nerida's face was full of surprise. She looked at Zhou Sihao's serious and embarrassing expression, "Are you speaking from your heart, or are you deceiving me with sweet words because of other concerns?"

Zhou Sihao pursed his thin lips and said, "When have you ever heard me say sweet words to you? Nerida, everything I say is true."

Indeed, even when he was extremely affectionate, this man never said anything against his will.

No matter what she did, he never said he liked her.

"Then..." Nerida's voice became calmer, but still filled with doubts, "The bouquet, why did you give it to Ningsang and not me?"

Shouldn't a bouquet be given to the woman you love the most?

Zhou Sihao lowered his eyes, gently held Nereda's little hand, then looked into her eyes sincerely, and said warmly: "Nereda, I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted that bouquet so much. I heard the host say that I can pass the bouquet to the next girl who will gain happiness. I hope to find happiness that belongs to her, so I gave it to her."

"What about me?" Nerida wanted to take her hand out of his palm, but she was not strong enough.

She heard Zhou Sihao say: "I believe I will make you happy, even without that bouquet."

Nerida's pupils trembled and she hesitated for a moment, "Is what you said true?"

Zhou Sihao looked at her piously, "I love you, Nerida, will you marry me?"

Nerida was so surprised that she felt like she was on a roller coaster, rushing from the valley to the top of the mountain, her heart beating rapidly.

"Is this how you propose?"

Zhou Sihao coughed in embarrassment, "Can I supply you with supplies later?"

If Nerida hadn't suddenly left him, it might have taken him some time to recognize his feelings.

This time, Nerida took her hand out of Zhou Sihao's hand and said arrogantly: "In this case, wait until you are ready before proposing to me. However, if you want me to agree, you must get a hundred Just divide it up.”

"One hundred points?" Zhou Sihao smiled and followed her words and asked, "What is my current score?"

Nerida glanced at him, then returned to the hotel with her suitcase, "Fifty-nine points, failed!"

Zhou Sihao felt a huge disappointment in his heart, and immediately stepped up to catch up with Nerida, "How could I fail, Nerida, don't you like me very much?" "Yes, I do like you, but now I have changed Now that you like me, you have to work hard to make me like you more."
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The wedding banquet lasted from noon to evening and was very lively.

Fu Qianbei came out of the elevator. The bodyguard wearing sunglasses was waiting at the door of the elevator and reported in a low voice: "The person has been locked up in the basement. How do you want to deal with it."

Fu Qianbei's face was cold, "I cut off the tendons of my hands and hamstrings, leaving only one breath, and threw them at the door of the police station after half a month."

The bodyguard nodded: "Yes."

The chill around Fu Qianbei's body subsided, and he ordered in a gentle voice: "Ennan is resting in the wedding room. No one is allowed to come in and disturb her."

The bodyguard responded again and quietly retreated into the darkness.

Afterwards, Fu Qianbei continued to entertain the wedding guests.

Fortunately, Fu Qianbei had a strong group of groomsmen, so he didn't get drunk by some "malicious" people.

eight pm.

"I'm going to the bathroom." The groom greeted everyone with a smile and staggered out the door.

"Mr. Fu, come back early, we are waiting for you!" Shang Yingcai shouted at the top of his lungs. He got drunk in the afternoon, vomited later, fell asleep, and rejoined the drinking party when he woke up.

Fu Qianbei waved his hands as he walked. After walking out of the room, his shaky steps became orderly in an instant.

He didn't go to the bathroom, but took the elevator and went directly back to his new house.

Today was a good day for him and Ennan, and of course he had to spend more time with his wife.

The elevator goes directly to the 18nd floor.

Fu Qianbei knocked on the door, unlocked it with his fingerprint and opened the door to the wedding room.

The view in the room was dim and there was no light on.

"Wife?"

Fu Qianbei turned on the lights, and the wedding room instantly became brighter. The room was ablaze, with happy words plastered all over it, making it romantic and festive.

On the wedding bed, the quilt was slightly raised.

A faint smile flashed across Fu Qianbei's eyes, and he walked over and sat down by the bed.

He bent down, smiled and gently lifted the quilt from Shen Ennan, and kissed her earlobe, "Honey, the wedding night has not started yet, why did you go to bed first?"

"You're back? What time is it..." Shen Ennan was woken up by him. He turned around in a daze and saw a tall and handsome figure sitting beside the bed.

"How long have you been sleeping for? Have you woken up from the wine?" Fu Qianbei asked with a dumb smile. When her little face turned to him, he leaned over and captured her lips.

Emotion spread instantly, making him fall in love immediately.

Fu Qianbei's slender hand hooked the back of her neck, his dark eyes closed slightly, and there was a soft fragrance in his breath that made his whole body warm.

The wine he drank seemed to be all aroused in an instant.

"Well -" Shen Ennan suddenly pushed him away vigorously.

Fu Qianbei leaned back and saw the person on the bed covering his mouth and quickly getting out of bed and running towards the bathroom with bare feet.

Immediately afterwards, a sound of retching was heard.

"Honey, are you okay?"

Fu Qianbei followed quickly, his Adam's apple rolling.

Seeing his wife half-kneeling by the toilet, he went over and patted her back gently, "Are you okay?"

Shen Ennan had stopped retching, but as soon as Fu Qianbei came closer, she smelled the pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol, and the nausea that had just stopped came back again.