I'm wrong, Mr.President

"That's why dad told you the story just now. Weiwei, you should believe that dad wants you to be happier than everyone else." Xu Wenqing took a new cigarette and lit it slowly.

"In fact, dad has always seen what happened between you and Zhuo Yixuan. This is also a good opportunity for you to marry into Zhuo's family."

Xu Wenqing doesn't know that Zhuo Mou actually came to find her own business, but Xu Weiwei doesn't intend to tell Xu Wenqing.

Not knowing the truth makes Xu Wenqing feel that he has made a correct choice for himself, which can be regarded as fulfilling his wish.

Just think of the smile of Feng Laozi and Feng Yang, Xu Weiwei still has a trace of heartache. If they told him the fact when they first contacted him, he should not have such heartache as now.

The most bloody thing in the world is that when you think all the beauty is true, the real cruelty and cruelty tear open this side to let you know that everything is an illusion.

………

In the evening, Xu Wenqing contacted Zhuo Mou. Xu Wei Wei was quietly applying a mask in his room. He did not know what the two men were talking about, but the final result must be the same.

Zhuo Yixuan... No matter what the process is, as long as it's him in the end.

The Zhuo family attached great importance to this matter and was also very anxious. Zhuo Mou specially reported the reception for Xu Weiwei or, in other words, for Weiyang. The time was the next night.

When Xu Weiwei got the news, she couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous. In the eyes of the Liang family, marriage is just something like a contract.

So hasty that you can say it any day as long as it's convenient for you.

Maybe it's because I'm too busy to have a good rest these two days. I have a lot of blackheads and acne on my nose, and the oil is very strong. Xu Weiwei tore up the black head mask and felt that he was very unhappy, like a stubborn black head on the mask.

She reminded herself again and again that no matter what the process is, as long as the final result is him.

After discussing with Zhuo Mou, Xu Wenqing sat in Xu Weiwei's room for a while. Xu Weiwei pretended to be very busy nursing her skin and didn't talk to Xu Wenqing.

Xu Wenqing silently finished smoking two cigarettes in Xu Weiwei's room and left. She could even hear him close the door when he returned to the room.

It has always been that she was too willful and didn't give them good consideration. Since Lu Mei died, the Xu family can't compare with the past. Xu Borong also has his own wife. It's cold here.

………

The reception that night was very grand. The Zhuo family invited many people, and Mao Yingyun, whom Xu Weiwei knew, even came.

Before attending that night, there were even professional makeup and stylists, perhaps dressed slightly like a real queen.

Probably because of her experience in the mall these days, Xu Weiwei's aura is really different from that before. Walking in front of people unconsciously catches people's attention.

Today, she is the real protagonist here.

Xu Wenqing didn't walk with her, and Zhuo Yixuan didn't come because of work. Xu Weiwei was surrounded by people and gave a round of wine. When she was separated and lack of skills, she saw Zhuo Yixuan in a suit.

"Come with me, I have something to tell you." Zhuo Yixuan grabbed Xu Weiwei's hand and went to the roof.

The wind on the roof is very strong, but because it is summer, the wind is not cold, but some warm.

Xu Weiwei's milky white dress floated slowly with the wind. The flowers on her head were still holding on, just like a fairy in the forest, but in a flash, she felt more domineering.

"Xu Weiwei, I think you have changed a lot." Zhuo Yixuan held the railing of the roof and looked at Xu Weiwei as if he were making a major decision.

"Yes, I think I've changed too. What about you? Have you changed?" Xu Weiwei pinned a strand of disobedient hair behind her ears and looked up at Zhuo Yixuan.

"Of course, I can't change without changing. People will change." Zhuo Yixuan suddenly smiled, which Xu Weiwei had never seen before. "But my heart for you has never changed. How about you?"

Xu Weiwei also smiled. It seems that she didn't make a wrong decision: "you haven't changed. How dare I change?"

Xu Weiwei finally felt that she had made no wrong choice. All he did was worth it, just as he thought. No matter what the process was, as long as the result was him.

When the two returned to the dinner party, the key officially began, and all the guests sat down together.

Xu Wenqing was very rare. She wore a complete set of daughter-in-law, put hair gel on her hair and made a shape. She was quite energetic and went to the table with Zhuo MOU with a wine glass.

"I'm glad you can get together here today. I'd like to propose a toast on behalf of myself and my in laws." Xu Wenqing took up his glass and drank it, as if he was going to marry his daughter tonight.

Xu Weiwei frowned tightly. She always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. She had this feeling a long time ago.

The time she came home.

"First of all, it's a great honor to marry the Zhuo family. My daughter can't be said to be particularly beautiful and self willed. Sometimes she likes to play small, but I'm relieved to have someone to tolerate her."

At this point, it is really into the topic. Xu Wenqing continues to say something, but Xu Weiwei can't listen.

She suddenly felt that the person on the stage was so strange. She suddenly felt that she didn't know this person.

Zhuo Yixuan, who has been standing beside him, also tightly pursed his lips. Their expressions are extremely serious, just as today, the protagonist of the engagement is not the same as them.

In fact, the fact is that today's protagonist is not them. To be exact, not Zhuo Yixuan.

"My son-in-law Zhuo junxuan is a dragon and Phoenix among people. I am very relieved of him and know that he will be good to my daughter."

Zhuo junxuan? The crowd was in an uproar. Almost everyone thought that Zhuo Yixuan was engaged to Xu Weiwei today.

Mao Yingyun, who was sitting under the high platform, stood up, but was pulled back by his father.

"Zhuo junxuan? Zhuo Mou, you liar. Don't forget what you promised me. How can you break your promise?"

"Mao Yingyun! This is a reception, not your own home. Be quiet!" father Mao said sternly and smiled shyly at Zhuo Mou.