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Chapter 446 I Only Marry Her
Her address and blessing made Wen Yunting extremely displeased, his heart suddenly ached, and he tightened slightly.

"Yaoyao, thank you." Song Siyu said with a smile, then handed him a glass of wine, and said affectionately: "The wine toasted by my sister, as a brother, how can you not drink it?"

Wen Yunting was very angry that she deliberately called his brother Siyu's sister-in-law.

"Yun Ting, what are you still doing, drinking." Seeing his son's ugly face, Wen Xiaocheng was a little displeased, but due to the presence of everyone, it was inconvenient for him to have a fit.

Wen Yunting raised his head, the glass of wine slipped into his throat, it was bitter and astringent.

Seeing that he drank, Song Siyu raised her hand slightly, and drank the wine in one gulp. Then, she gracefully extended her hand to Wen Yunting, ready to take his empty glass.

Wen Yunting looked at Le Yao, and when Song Siyu's hand was about to touch the glass in his hand, he loosened his fingers, and the glass fell to the ground. In an instant, the sound of the glass colliding with the floor disappeared into the noise, and the wine glass shattered into several pieces. Pieces, scattered at the feet of everyone.

The scene was slightly awkward.

"Yaoyao, is that your friend over there? She's been staring at you all the time." Yu Peiling took the empty wine glass from her daughter.

Maybe it was because of the cold wind blowing on the curtain glass before, or maybe it was because of drinking, Le Yao felt her head was heavy and her eyes were sour. She followed the direction Yu Peiling said and saw Ye Hui at a glance.

The only way to relieve the embarrassment is to leave.Le Yao pursed her lips slightly, she tried her best to control her emotions, apologized, and then walked towards Ye Hui.

"Hehe, Le Yao," Ye Hui hugged her excitedly, "I've been looking for you for a long time." Wearing a pink dress, she looked youthful and beautiful.

Thinking of Wen Yunting and Song Siyu who were not far behind them, Le Yao dared not look back, she pulled Ye Hui to the buffet area, and found an inconspicuous corner to sit.

"I saw Luo Zhen just now," Ye Hui said, "She is such a pushy person, she actually left the party early."

Le Yao said lightly: "Really?"

"Le Yao," Ye Hui put his arms around Le Yao's shoulders, reminding him, "Don't forget what I told you last time."

What did you say last time?Le Yao was slightly taken aback, but couldn't remember what it was for a moment.

"Help me find an invitation card for Mr. Wen's wedding." Ye Hui looked at her with slightly pouted lips, jokingly: "I'm afraid you might forget, so I remind you."

"Okay." Thinking of their wedding, Le Yao's heart seemed to be cut open by a knife, and she was in pain.

"Miss Song is back, the invitation should be finalized." Ye Hui was in a good mood, she put her hands together and prayed: "I really hope they can choose my design."

Le Yao was suffocating in her chest, every time she heard other people talking about their marriage, her heart would ache so hard to calm down.But she didn't have any position to show sadness.Her grief and pain cannot be expressed.

At this moment, He Haotian came over, "Can I ask you to dance?" He stood beside them, adjusted his glasses, and his eyes fell on Ye Hui.

Ye Hui was slightly taken aback, as if in disbelief: "Me?"

He Haotian smiled faintly, nodded, and then reached out to her.

Le Yao pushed Ye Hui quietly, Ye Hui just stood up, hesitantly put his hand into He Haotian's.

Watching them walk into the dance floor, the backs are very harmonious, Le Yao's depressed heart becomes more and more bitter, her thoughts are still unable to concentrate, she sits alone, not wanting to go anywhere, groggy, with her hands resting on her chin, closing her eyes She closed her eyes, thinking slightly, it seemed that the noise around her had nothing to do with her.

After a while, she suddenly felt that someone was sitting next to her, because the sofa sagging was so obvious, she opened her eyes with a trace of confusion: "Dancing so soon?" She thought it was Ye Hui jumping. Came back after dancing.

But in sight, it was Zuo Baixiao's gentle face: "I just arrived."

Le Yao pursed her lips slightly, her eyes were a little blurred.

Zuo Baixiao stretched out his hand to him: "Le Yao, would you like to dance with me?"

Le Yao shook her head sadly, she didn't want to go to the dance floor to see Wen Yunting and Song Siyu's ambiguous and warm relationship, she was afraid that she would be hurt by the scene and burst into tears.She just wanted to hide away, not to see, not to listen, not to think, so that her heart would not hurt so much.

"Why, don't you know how to dance?" Zuo Baixiao smiled half-smile, and said provocatively in his eyes, "Still, don't dare to dance?"

His words, with a touch of lightness, made Le Yao, who was suppressing the pain, purse her lips, "Who said I can't dance?" In order to start dancing, Wen Yunting specially practiced with her for a long time... She shook her head, trying to stop herself from dancing. To think of the name that disturbed her thoughts.Then, she put her hand into Zuo Baixiao's.

The moment she stood up, she felt dizzy for a moment, and Zuo Baixiao reached out to wrap her arms around her waist in good time, her hoarse voice was full of concern: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Le Yao pursed her lips, suppressing the discomfort in her head, and she felt that her whole body became hot.

Zuo Baixiao didn't let go of the hand on her waist, and noticed her strangeness: "If you feel uncomfortable, don't jump."

"I'm fine." Her happiness came so short, and it burst like a bubble. Her heart was so astringent and bitter, but the reality made her...she had to work hard, to shed all the unhappiness and all the sadness Sadness all left behind.

"It's better not to dance." Zuo Baixiao noticed that her face was slightly flushed, so it was obviously not blush or shyness, "I'll just sit with you."

But Le Yao stretched out his hand to hold his arm: "Brother Zuo, let's go." Instead of being sad and sad alone, it's better to stay by his side and let my heart calm down a little.

Wen Yunting was standing in the corner looking at them, his eyes were extremely displeased, he pulled away with great difficulty and asked He Haotian to take Ye Hui away, but unexpectedly, Zuo Baixiao took the lead.

Wen Yunting was restless all night.She finally agreed to his marriage proposal, but Song Siyu's appearance disrupted all his plans.He could clearly feel Le Yao's lonely and sad mood when Song Siyu's hand was placed in his palm.He wanted to push Siyu away, but she held her tight instead, and then, the host's words made him bite the bullet and dance with her.

In fact, he also felt uncomfortable, especially when Le Yao called his brother and Siyu's sister-in-law, at that time, his heart ached.

He was jealous of Zuo Baixiao, jealous that he could hold Le Yao's arm in an open and honest manner.

The soothing music sounded, and Zuo Baixiao led Le Yao into the dance floor. Their appearance caused quite a stir.

Le Yao, who was not very good at dancing, stepped on Zuo Baixiao's feet frequently, and kept saying sorry.Gradually, Le Yao was able to follow his steps and move to the beat of the music. Later, with a turn, her body fell limply, and Zuo Baixiao hugged her in his arms amid the whispers of others.

The crowd gathered around.

"Yaoyao." Wen Yunting separated from the crowd and strode towards them, his indifferent and ugly face was now filled with anxiety and concern.He wanted to take over Le Yao from Zuo Baixiao.

But Zuo Baixiao pushed his hand away without showing any trace, and hugged her even tighter.

"What's wrong with Yaoyao?" Yu Peiling frowned.

Song Siyu stood between Wen Yunting and Zuo Baixiao, cleverly separating them.

"I'm fine." Feeling hot and uncomfortable, Le Yao wanted to break free from Zuo Baixiao's embrace, but she fell softly into his arms again, and then she lost all consciousness.

Yu Peiling held her daughter's hand, but found that her body temperature was abnormal. Then, she pressed the back of her hand to her face and whispered: "She has a fever! Send it to the hospital."

Then, the scene was chaotic for a moment.

Zuo Baixiao carried Le Yao to the outside of the banquet hall, and Yu Peiling quickly followed.

Song Siyu grabbed Wen Yunting's arm at the right time.

Wen Yunting broke free from her hand, his heart had already been on Le Yao.

But Song Siyu put her arms around his arm, and embraced each other in an ambiguous posture. She said in a voice that only they could hear: "Yunting, we have to sit down and have a good talk."

Wen Yunting could only watch Le Yao being carried out of the banquet hall by Zuo Baixiao. He looked at her with deep eyes, his face was frighteningly cold, and he gritted his teeth: "Okay."

Song Siyu's lips parted slightly.

The matter of Le Yao fainting seemed to be just a small episode, and the banquet hall quickly returned to its former bustle.

Wen Yunting was sitting in the VIP lounge, his mind was full of images of Le Yao fainting, and he didn't know how she was doing, he was very worried.

Song Siyu sat beside him gracefully, took out a slender cigarette from her small handbag, and lit the delicate lighter.

The blue flame was dancing, and when it was about to touch the cigarette, Wen Yunting stretched out his hand and snatched it away.The cigarette was pinched into the ashtray, and the delicate lighter was thrown into the trash can.

"What else do you care about me?" Song Siyu took off the strong disguise and sat on the sofa weakly. The dignified and generous appearance in the banquet hall just now disappeared completely. wilted down.

When she was about to take out another cigarette, Wen Yunting took the whole pack of cigarettes from her hand and said coldly, "Song Siyu, what exactly do you want?"

"Aren't you going to cancel the engagement? What does my business have to do with you?" She whispered slightly angrily.

After knowing each other for so many years, Wen Yunting has never seen her angry. In his impression, she has always been generous and decent, almost never like this. He couldn't bear it, and said in a hoarse voice: "You have asthma, so you can't smoke." Although he doesn't love her, but they have been together for several years, and they have more or less affection for her.

Song Siyu's eyes were slightly moist, and he tilted his head and landed on his shoulder: "Yunting, you still care about me, right?"

"But this is not love." Wen Yunting pursed his thin lips, and did not push her away. He had never loved her before: "Siyu, I don't love you."

"I know." Song Siyu's head still fell on his shoulder, tears streaming down: "But what about your promise to me? Yunting, I only want you to keep your promise."

"I regret it." Thinking of Zuo Baixiao holding Le Yao, Wen Yunting was slightly annoyed, that was his Yaoyao, his woman...but his current status is embarrassing, too embarrassing to approach Yaoyao openly, so, He had to release the shackles of his identity: "Siyu, let's break off the engagement." He had discussed this issue with her on the phone before, but she firmly rejected it.

"I don't care how many lovers you have outside, as long as you marry me." Song Siyu's face turned pale, "If you don't want to see me, we can separate." Before returning to Z City, she had been thinking of a way , how can I persuade Yunting not to break up, and now, in order to save the marriage, she feels that she is extremely humble. .

"It's not fair." To Yaoyao, it's not fair.Wen Yunting said: "I can't wrong her." He couldn't lose her even more.

"Then." Song Siyu had a headache, moved her head away from his shoulders, and opened her eyes to look at him, "Give me three years of marriage and one child." This is her bottom line.

"No." Wen Yunting refused: "Siyu, it's impossible." This is absolutely impossible.

Song Siyu's slender and clean ten fingers inserted into the hair, and fiddled with it randomly. The originally docile hair was a little messy. She growled, "Are you forcing me?"

"I didn't force you, Siyu, we broke up peacefully." For her, Wen Yunting felt ashamed after all.

"Is she that good?" Song Siyu continued to growl: "Wen Yunting, I don't know what's so good about her. It's worth your willingness to abandon the Song Consortium? Are you willing to abandon the plan of a foreign bank?" The family property she can inherit is astronomical. Numbers, so the men who pursued him by her side flocked to her, but she only wanted to marry him.

"Maybe in your eyes, she is not good anywhere, but in my heart, she is the most beautiful." Wen Yunting whispered: "Siyu, let go."

Song Siyu buried his face in his hands and said firmly: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Then he said painfully: "We must get married. Wen Yunting, why don't you think about my confusion, my difficulties, and the challenges I will face soon? Question? We've been together for several years, and it's not like you don't know about me? Since you promised, why did you let me go?"

"Sorry." He whispered.

"I don't want to be sorry, all I want is marriage," Song Siyu raised his head, "I can give you anything else you want."

"I want to break up."

"Impossible!" Song Siyu stood up and looked at him indifferently, "This is absolutely impossible." She took out the mirror, combed her hair, adjusted her makeup, and then returned to her previous dignified and elegant appearance. She ignored Wen Yunting's blocking voice, opened the door of the VIP lounge and left.

Wen Yunting sat there alone, very irritable. In fact, he knew a long time ago that the road of canceling the engagement would be tough.Even if Song Siyu agrees, there are still Wen and Song behind...

But now, he has not even convinced Song Siyu.However, he is confident that this marriage will be resolved one day, but what about Yaoyao?She must be very sad tonight.His heart hurts, he must go to her now.

*
It was nearly twelve o'clock in the evening when I returned to Wen's residence from the hospital.After taking the medicine, Le Yao's fever subsided a little, but he was still top-heavy.

"Brother Zuo, thank you." Le Yao, wrapped in a coat, and Yu Peiling stood at the gate of Wen's residence and said goodbye to Zuo Baixiao.

Zuo Baixiao smiled lightly, rolled down the car window, and said, "Le Yao, take care."

Le Yao nodded slightly: "Yes. Brother Zuo, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Yu Peiling didn't invite, and Zuo Baixiao couldn't stay longer, so he started the car and said goodbye to them, and soon his car disappeared into the night.

Yu Peiling hugged Yaoyao and walked into the house. Before, she had never had a good impression of Zuo Baixiao's brother and sister, but today, in the banquet hall and in the hospital, she saw with her own eyes that the legendary Zuo Baixiao, who was indifferent and cruel, turned out to be gentle. When she took care of her daughter thoughtfully, her impression of him changed, and she sighed softly: "Actually, Zuo Baixiao is not bad." It would be even better if he had never been divorced, and if he had no daughter.

Le Yao was depressed and remained silent.

Wen Xiaocheng has already called several times to urge Yu Peiling to go back to the party. After she put her daughter in the room, she took her temperature again. Le Yao still had a low-grade fever, but she had to leave again, so she told her, " Yaoyao, if you feel unwell, call me immediately, okay?"

Le Yao nodded, she was lying on the bed, her whole body was weak, she didn't know if it was because of the medicine she had taken, but she felt drowsy.

After Yu Peiling left, the whole room was plunged into darkness, Le Yao was in a daze, but she never fell asleep.

knock knock knock.

"Who?" The knock on the door startled Le Yao, she asked.

"It's me." Song Siyu's voice appeared outside the door, "Yaoyao, can I come in?"

At this moment, the last thing Le Yao wants to see is Song Siyu.

"Yaoyao?" Song Siyu stood at the door and called again tentatively.

Le Yao turned on the light, and the room lit up instantly: "Come in."

The door opens.

After Song Siyu walked in, he closed the bedroom door, then slightly raised his lips, walked over with a slight smile, looked down at Le Yao who was lying on the bed, "Are you feeling better?"

"It's much better." Le Yao sat up.

Song Siyu took a thin blanket and draped it over Le Yao's body, wrapping her tightly, with a smile on his face: "Can I sleep with you like before?"

Le Yao is embarrassed, shouldn't she stay in a hotel?Because of Wen Yunting, she still couldn't face Song Siyu calmly, so she said, "I'm still sick, I'm afraid I'll infect you, Sister Siyu, how about asking Sister Qing to clean up another room for you?"

Song Siyu raised her eyebrows slightly, with a little anger: "Yaoyao, look at you, you still called me sister-in-law before? Now you call me sister? What do you want to call me?"

sister in law?

This address was a bit biting, Le Yao's chest tightened suddenly, she was in pain, but so what? "Sister-in-law." The second time I called out like this, my heart hurt even more.

Song Siyu lifted the quilt and was about to sit on it, and said while sitting, "I have antibodies, so I'm not afraid of being infected." Then, they slept side by side.

Song Siyu held Le Yao's hand from under the quilt, "Yaoyao, do I need your help?"

"What?" Le Yao whispered, isn't she the daughter of the Song Consortium?With such a strong family background, if there is anything he can't handle, how could he need her help?
Song Siyu turned over and looked at her; "You have to promise me first."

Le Yao's heart sank: "What's the matter?"

"Why don't you agree first." Song Siyu's voice was soft and gentle, with a slight smile in his anger.

Unable to resist her, Le Yao had to bite the bullet and agree, but her heart was uneasy. Could it be that Song Siyu saw something?Will she ask herself to leave Wen Yunting... For a moment, she was very embarrassed: "Well, good."

Song Siyu approached her, smiling more and more: "Yun Ting and I want to ask you to be a bridesmaid."

Le Yao was very sad, so cruel, so ironic, she also had a ring on her left ring finger...but in his wedding, she could only be a bridesmaid.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your agreement." Without waiting for her to speak, Song Siyu said first: "Thank you, Yaoyao."

Le Yao smiled embarrassingly, but it was uglier than crying.

"Hey, what is this?" Song Siyu took Le Yao's left hand out of the quilt. On the ring finger was a ring, which was still shining coldly under the light. Looking at the ring, she was slightly surprised: "Oh, Yaoyao, are you getting married?"

"I wore it for playing." Le Yao put her hands back into the quilt, but her chest was suffocated uncomfortably. The original promise made her feel so happy that she was about to melt, but now it seems that this icy cold thing has become A kind of irony.

Song Siyu didn't ask, but reached out and turned off the light, "It's getting late, you're still sick, let's go to bed early." Then she thought of something: "Yaoyao," her hand fell on her shoulder: "Next, you have to accompany me to buy a ring and choose a wedding dress..."

Le Yao is very bitter, their wedding is coming soon...and what about her?What is it?
I can't sleep tonight, my head is dizzy; my heart hurts so hard to breathe.

Without the illumination of the light, Le Yao turned over slightly, leaving Song Siyu with her back, and she wept silently. The pain became more and more overwhelming, and even grabbed her heart tightly, making her fall into the boundless sea of ​​love and unable to reach the shore. .

Love is a tormenting thing.

*
I don't know how long it took, Le Yao was awakened by the noise around her while she was half asleep.

In the darkness, Wen Yunting called out in a low voice: "Yaoyao." He stood beside the bed, leaned over, hugged the person on the bed tightly, and held him tightly in his arms. His head fell on her shoulder, and he could only hug her Only by holding her and holding her can he feel that she is still by his side.

Le Yao was extremely bitter, because the person he was holding was Song Siyu, she smiled wryly, after his actions like this, what greeted her would be a boundless storm.

Suddenly, the lights in the room brightened.

Looking at Song Siyu in his arms, Wen Yunting was astonished, and asked angrily, "Why are you here?" He let go, and then his eyes fell on Le Yao who was beside him.

The atmosphere in the room was awkward.

Song Siyu felt embarrassed and didn't answer him, but instead asked, "Why are you here?" No matter how generous she was, she couldn't help but feel sad.Her fiancé actually hugged her and called other women's names. How could this make her feel so embarrassed?
Wen Yunting's expression was not very good, "I have something to talk to Yaoyao alone."

Song Siyu closed his eyes, leaned on the head of the bed, and said in a cold voice: "What can you brothers and sisters talk about?" Before, he had called Yaoyao in his dream, and just now, he hugged her and called Yaoyao... Just because she doesn't tell the truth doesn't mean she doesn't know anything.

Siblings?

What an affectionate name?Le Yao lowered her gaze, she was extremely embarrassed.The words "brother and sister" made her extremely embarrassed.

"Siyu," Wen Yunting finally made up his mind, he was definitely unwilling to let go of Le Yao, "I love Yaoyao, and the only person I want to marry is her." Before he watched Zuo Baixiao hugging her Le Yao left, and he felt frustrated and sad about his powerlessness. From now on, he will be by her side, protect her, care for her, and love her.

(End of this chapter)