The Seventh Bride of President

Yu Sui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly trotted to the door, did not knock, directly pushed the door into, and then closed the door, trotted to the bed, pushed her: "Miss, miss, it's time to get up, the sun is high outside."

Zhuang Xiaoyu opened her eyes and woke up from her sleep. Looking at the light penetrating into the window, she quickly sat up and straightened her messy sideburns: "help me dress and make up quickly. What's the time? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

Yu Sui pursed her lips and laughed in a low voice: "I came here early in the morning, but my uncle sat on the stone bench and read a book. He said that today is special and spring is just right. Let me not wake you up and let you sleep a little longer. I'll call you when I have finished breakfast.

I managed to make more than ten breakfasts. I thought you woke up early, but I didn't expect that you were still sleeping... "

Zhuang Xiaoyu blushed

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Zhuang Xiaoyu looks at herself in the mirror and thinks of what happened last night. Although her eyelids are still red and swollen, she feels like a stone has fallen to the ground.

In the end, ah Yan stayed. It seems that she still exists in ah Yan's heart. The feelings between them are not completely separated.

He just misunderstood her and suffered so much. His pain and grievance just need a vent.

Yu Sui stares at her red and swollen eyes, and doesn't say anything. Anyway, miss will cry every night. She is used to it, but she doesn't think about it.

As for the new traces on Zhuang Xiaoyu's neck, Yu Sui couldn't remember whether they were left last night or the night before.

She took out the powder puff, like yesterday, to cover the traces on it. Thinking of what my uncle was wearing today, she also found a brand-new dress for Zhuang Xiaoyu to put on, and gave Zhuang Xiaoyu a detailed description of her makeup.

At a glance, Zhuang Xiaoyu also knows that he is a brilliant man and is a good match for his uncle.

Zhuang Xiaoyu read Qin Wuyan in her heart. Seeing herself in the mirror, she gave a shy smile and stood up with Yu Sui: "let's go and find Mr. min

Yu Sui said with a smile: "you've been married for several months. Why don't you still call my uncle min childe?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu shook his head: "Mr. min is Mr. min, and it has nothing to do with getting married or not."

Broken jade

Yu Sui thinks today's spring is not so good.

But the first lady is happy, that's enough.

Yu Sui opens the door, and min Rui, who is sitting in the yard and waiting, raises his eyelids. He takes his eyes away from the book in his hand and looks towards Zhuang Xiaoyu. At a glance, he sees Zhuang Xiaoyu in full dress.

From marrying into min's family, I never saw Zhuang Xiaoyu's eye-catching dress except for Feng guanxia that night.

Even if she offered tea to her elders the next day, although she was wearing a brand-new suit, she was not brilliant. She was regular and gloomy, as if she was trying to suppress the light on her body.

But she met Qin Wuyan again, even if Qin Wuyan said so hurtful words to her, but she was like a budding flower, still able to shine for Qin Wuyan.

It's like the resurrection of the dead, the spring of the dead, the recovery of all things after the winter.

Is that the difference between love and not love?

Min Rui thinks that his decision is not wrong. If he is with him, she will wither day by day. It's better to let her go and let her live.