Wife is addicted

Chapter 39 The Bride of Tragedy

Seeing the person coming, An Luoluo curled his lips and smiled softly.

"Lolo, I..."

A look of unnaturalness appeared on Zhang Hanyu's handsome face, he was nervous, and his nervous palms were sweating.Because, he really wanted to marry An Luoluo, wanted to marry An Luoluo.

This idea is even a dream for a long time!
"Hanyu, let me talk to you! You don't have to be so nervous! But, I hope you can think about it!"

An Luoluo smiled softly. After seeing Zhang Hanyu, her exquisite black eyes flashed and flickered several times.It's not that she can't see Zhang Hanyu's feelings for her, it's just that from the very beginning, he couldn't arouse the spark in her heart, not to mention, now there is a cool and immortal figure in her heart.

"Tell me... I'm listening..."

Zhang Hanyu's face turned slightly pale, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength to say the simple five words.

"If I like someone, I will give him a red rose. I used to give you a yellow rose, and now I still give you a yellow rose! Hanyu, do you know the flower language of yellow roses?"

An Luoluo's voice was soft and melodious, and there was a soft and faint smile in her light eyes. She was gentle and graceful, like a gentle Jiangnan woman.She slowly handed the yellow rose on the table to Zhang Hanyu.

The soft and melodious voice was not as cold in front of others, but even so, Zhang Hanyu still felt a wave of coldness, and couldn't help shivering slightly.

"Lolo, is there really only yellow roses between us...?"

Zhang Hanyu asked with a pale face, his melodious voice was very soft, with a barely audible tremor, and a vague pleading.I have liked her for ten years, and many things seem to be integrated into my bones.

At that time, because she gave him flowers, he was very happy, and he ignored the flowers, which implied the language of flowers.It was only now that I remembered that she had indeed given him yellow roses from before to now.

Yellow rose, what is the flower language?Remember, he has searched on Baidu for words about roses!

The sky is slightly blue, the sun is warm, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, the wind is circling leisurely, soft like a lover's hand, the roses in the garden are in full bloom, and the flowers are fragrant with the wind, and the petals are falling, beautiful and beautiful.

There is tender green grass under your feet, no, it is all tender green grass in the past.There are people coming and going on the lawn, white gauze, pink ribbons, long tables and chairs, and a wine pool made of goblets.

The wind is soft, the clouds are beautiful, the flowers are fragrant, the wine is mellow, dreamlike and beautiful, and there is joy everywhere.

"Mom, do you really want to marry your godfather?"

Situ Lan pursed her lips, with a displeased expression on her face. At this moment, he was a little boy, wearing a blue suit with fine workmanship and a well-tailored suit. His blue wings shone brightly on his back.

Situ Lan, who was already beautiful, was dressed in other clothes, with silver hair, blue eyes, and wings. She looked like an angel or a devil.

"Have you ever seen such a tragic bride like your mother?"

An Luoluo twitched the corners of her mouth, a look of displeasure appeared on her beautiful face.A gorgeous yet elegant, elegant yet extravagant white wedding dress, wrapped in an exquisite figure, with light makeup, she is a peerless beauty, enchanting and charming.

(End of this chapter)