Love is like melting

Chapter 222 I'm Getting Married

The index finger and middle finger are propped apart on both sides of the mouth, squeezing out an ugly smile.

It's nice to be married, really nice.

Everyone is getting married, isn't it?
At 05:30 in the evening, Huo Yimo washed his face, changed his clothes, and took the bus several times before arriving at the restaurant Li Yangyu mentioned.

It is a very formal western-style restaurant, and you must wear a dress and a formal suit to enter. Huo Yimo's upper body is a cheap T-shirt, his lower body is denim shorts, and his feet are even ordinary sandals.

There is no doubt that she was stopped at the door and could not enter.

Huo Yimo didn't bother to chat with those people, she just wanted to call and scold Li Yangyu what kind of shit restaurant he booked!
"Let her in." Just as Huo Yimo was about to turn around, a hoarse voice came from behind, like a warm and leisurely spring breeze.

She turned her head to see Xu Sizhe in formal attire, she was slightly startled, she didn't expect to meet him here.

Xu Sizhe is a frequent customer of this restaurant, and the waiters knew him, so naturally they didn't dare to offend him, so they agreed to let Huo Yimo in for dinner.

"Thank you." Huo Yimo threw out two words in a lukewarm manner, turned around and walked into the restaurant with rapid steps, as if... fleeing in a hurry.

Xu Sizhe's clear eyes stared at the thin figure, his brows were slightly drawn together, she... was afraid of herself?
Otherwise, escape what?
Huo Yimo waited for more than ten minutes. Li Yangyu came late, and before she sat down, she heard her scolding: "You are late for inviting someone to dinner. Are you the one who invites someone to dinner?"

Li Yangyu apologized with a light smile, "I'm sorry for keeping Huo Meili waiting for so long. Just order whatever you want to eat tonight, and I'll pay for it."

"Of course!" Huo Yimo summoned the waiter and ordered a lot of things without being polite.

Li Yangyu frowned when she heard the name of the dish, and asked doubtfully, "You can finish it after ordering so much?"

"Of course I can finish it. After eating white porridge for a month, my mouth is so full!" Huo Yimo returned the menu to the waiter, ignoring the contemptuous eyes of the waiter for her vulgar words.

Li Yangyu seemed to be used to it.

In the past three years, she has changed a lot, and she is no longer the rich and famous Huo Yimo.

Hearing she said that she had eaten plain porridge for a month, she scrutinized her body carefully, and said helplessly, "You've lost weight again, so can't you treat yourself better?"

Huo Yimo shrugged disapprovingly, "This is called skinny beauty, no amount of women can lose weight!"

"A bunch of nonsense!" Li Yangyu obviously didn't accept her statement, but he had nothing to do with her. Fortunately, the waiter started to serve the food, started to eat, and chatted while eating.

When it was almost time to eat, Li Yangyu's cell phone rang suddenly, he glanced at Huo Yimo, "I'm going to answer the call!"

Huo Yimo's mouth was full of food, wave him away quickly, don't delay yourself from eating.

Li Yangyu got up and went to answer the phone not far away, Huo Yimo concentrated on eating, when someone sat down from the corner of his eye, he thought it was Li Yangyu who came back after answering the phone.

"So fast..." Before he finished speaking, he raised his head to see the person sitting in front of him, and his voice stopped abruptly.

The one sitting in front of her was not Li Yangyu, but Xu Sizhe who had just met at the door.

"Miss Huo, is it convenient for us to talk?" Xu Sizhe's thin lips were lightly parted, and there was a hint of refusal in his gentle voice.

Huo Yimo sat up straight, wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth with a paper towel, and then said: "I said it's inconvenient, so why don't you talk about it?"

Xu Sizhe's thin lips parted into a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, "Miss Huo, I want to know where your brother is buried?"

Hearing him mentioning Huo Yuan, Huo Yimo's heart was full of alarm bells, and he stared at him with guarded eyes: "My brother is dead, is it possible that you still want to flog the corpse?"

"Of course not!" Xu Sizhe denied, paused, and said, "Lian Jing's ashes have not entered the Lian family's ancestral tomb. Her wish before death was to be with your brother."

It was obvious from the voiceover that he wanted to bury Lianjing Huo Yuan together.

Huo Yimo understood what he meant, couldn't help but sneered, and drank a couple of sips of water, as if trying to suppress her shock.

"Minister Xu, do you know what a warm man is?"

Xu Sizhe frowned: "I don't know."

"Then do you know what a central air conditioner is?" Huo Yimo asked again.

Xu Sizhe didn't answer, obviously he still didn't know.

"Minister Xu, in my opinion, is the central air conditioner among warm men! Don't say that your wife killed my brother, even if she didn't, I would never allow her to be buried with my brother! Not everyone is as much loved as Minister Xu great!"

Although Xu Sizhe didn't understand Nuannan and central air-conditioning, from Huo Yimo's tone and demeanor, he knew that Huo Yimo hated Lianjing and also hated himself.

"I don't intend to offend, but people cannot be resurrected after death. I hope you will think about it and don't bother me anymore." Seeing that Li Yangyu was about to come back, Xu Sizhe naturally got up and gave way.

Li Yangyu ended the call and came back. Although Xu Sizhe didn't meet him face to face, he saw Xu Sizhe's back when he left.

When he sat down, he looked at Huo Yimo with complicated and cryptic eyes, "It was Xu Sizhe just now?"

"En." Huo Yimo lowered her eyes, obviously unwilling to say more, "I'm full, and I have to go back and write a manuscript!"

"I send you!"

"No need, eat too much and I will go away to digest the food."

When Huo Yimo got up, Li Yangyu finally handed her the wedding invitation, "The wedding date is May [-]st."

Huo Yimo took the golden wedding invitation, squeezed it with her fingertips, it was bluish white, and she didn't even have the courage to open it to take a look.

"Don't worry, no matter how stingy I am, I will give you a big red envelope!"

After all, you have helped me so much, so much.

Huo Yimo walked out of the restaurant and walked along the sidewalk to the left. A black car slowly drove out from the underground parking lot and turned to the right. Two people passed by in parallel.

Sitting in the co-pilot was Xu Sizhe's new secretary, Fu Qing. Seeing Huo Yimo who was alone, thinking about what happened in the restaurant just now, he asked doubtfully, "Minister, you actually want to help her, why didn't you just say so?"

Everyone knew that Huo Yimo was kicked out of the Huo family, and Huo Yuan's ashes never entered the Huo family's ancestral tomb, and no one knew where Huo Yuan's ashes were, but they must have not been buried.

Xu Sizhe frowned slightly in the dark, and said in a low voice, "How could she believe that I simply wanted to help her when something like that happened back then?"

"What happened back then wasn't the minister's fault, the minister didn't owe her anything." In Fu Qing's view, the minister didn't need to help Huo Yimo, let alone that he didn't appreciate it at all.

"I know, it's just—" Of course he knew that he didn't owe Huo Yimo anything.

His deep eyes stared at the dim night outside the window, and the voice that paused for a few seconds sounded again, mixed with a bit of memory, "I think she is quite innocent."

Huo Yimo didn't go back, but wandered aimlessly in the dark night like a ghost, holding the golden wedding invitation tightly in her hand.

From 8 o'clock in the evening until 3 o'clock in the morning, the sandals under my feet had already worn away the blisters on my feet. Some blisters were worn out, and the pain was unbearable, so I took off my shoes and walked barefoot.

She has already fallen into the dust in a state of embarrassment, and she doesn't care if she is even more embarrassing, anyway, she is no longer the glamorous and famous lady of the past, and no one will care whether she is ugly or beautiful.

It was very quiet in the middle of the night, and there were very few vehicles passing by on the roadside. Occasionally, a car stopped and issued a peachy invitation.

She didn't waste any words, her starry eyes shot over, her cold eyes were indifferent, her pale complexion was as sinister as a female ghost, and the other party didn't bother her much after seeing this.

Before dawn, all the street lights were extinguished, and the silent alley was long and winding, so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, it seemed to have no end, and there was no ray of light and hope in sight.

When I walked to the door of the house, the sky gradually brightened, the thin clouds in the east were dyed a little golden by the rising sun, and the cool breeze made my mind more clear.

(End of this chapter)