When Gu Jiahui arrived, Yang Mingming had already taken off her wedding dress and was sitting on the sofa, smoking in a thin slip.
The entire dressing room was filled with the sll of tobacco.
Gu Jiahui smoked himself, but had never hated the sll of smoke as much as today.
He coughed lightly.
Yang Mingming turned around and saw him.
"Do you want to put on so clothes?" Gu Jiahui stood at the door, gently pushed up his glasses, and asked very gentlemanly.
Yang Mingming was wearing a slip, although sowhat transparent, it still covered her body.
Upon seeing Gu Jiahui, her heart that was tightly wound like a ball suddenly relaxed a lot.
She said viciously, "Either get in here or get out, what’s with the pointless talk?"
Gu Jiahui entered the room.
After closing the door, he sat down next to Yang Mingming, still with a gentle expression: "Are you nervous?"
Yang Mingming exhaled a smoke ring.
"...Every bride gets pre-wedding jitters, it’s nothing." Gu Jiahui said, "Don’t worry, the wedding will be over soon."
Yang Mingming found his words increasingly grating.
As smoke spilled from her lips, her words beca exceptionally bitter: "Coward!"
Gu Jiahui sat up a bit straighter.
"You like , why don’t you say it? When I got engaged, why didn’t you cause a scene? I’m about to get married, why won’t you help escape the wedding?" Yang Mingming got more and more upset, "Didn’t you have a crush on since middle school?"
Gu Jiahui’s look suddenly changed.
His expression turned dark and sharp, as if he wanted to devour Yang Mingming.
She felt a wave of warmth in her heart but was also very angry.
She fiercely stubbed out the cigarette and threw herself into Gu Jiahui’s arms.
"Do you miss ?" she asked him.
Gu Jiahui slowly took off his glasses, almost like a fierce beast stripping off his human disguise, revealing his savagery.
He embraced Yang Mingming forcefully...
"Sheng Tang never smokes."
Yang Mingming was a very worldly woman.
Her questions were just a ans of venting, not seeking any answers.
Once her anxiety was alleviated, her mood improved.
She snuggled in Gu Jiahui’s arms.
"When I’m married, will you leave?" she asked Gu Jiahui, "Will you marry that woman, your current girlfriend?"
"Only if you want to." Gu Jiahui said, "If you don’t want to marry, I won’t marry her."
"I still don’t want you to be affectionate with her."
"Then I won’t be in the future." Gu Jiahui said, "I promise you."
Yang Mingming laughed.
When she laughed, it was sowhat unnatural, unlike Sheng Tang’s relaxed expression.
Gu Jiahui thought to himself: She’s not even one-thousandth of Sheng Tang.
Thinking this, his heart felt like it had been hollowed out, wondering how Sheng Tang was doing in Xinjiang at that mont.
He quickly zoned out, then quickly ca back, and Yang Mingming didn’t notice.
She laughed softly: "You only know how to comfort ! However, having soone willing to comfort makes happy. Co, help put on the wedding dress, the wedding still has to happen."
Gu Jiahui helped her sit up.
Sure enough, he helped her put on the wedding dress again.
In such a situation, he didn’t ask anything, and Yang Mingming only felt that his feelings were deep and intense, yet he was so considerate, hiding everything well, truly a perfect lover.
So what if she’s getting married?
She still has Gu Jiahui, doesn’t she?
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