Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

"This is..." Cheng Moxun stared at the title for a while before recovering in surprise.

Yuanyuan and Lu Ye, these two little guys also have worrying emotional entanglements.

On the other hand, Li Huajing stared at the news for a long time before heaving a long sigh: "What a pity, I thought the two of us could be together."

Cheng Moxun didn't know what to say, and she even regretted searching for these things.

Not a single piece of news that makes you feel better.

"It's too late to regret it now." Pear Blossom Jing quickly turned off all the interfaces, and then closed the laptop: "You already understand the situation, now it's better to think about how to face them."

face……

Yes, she is going back.

But this situation made her unable to bear the thought of escaping from the bottom of her heart.

What will happen if you don't go back?

Ewha Jing sensed her thoughts, squinted slightly to express her displeasure, but said nothing.

Xu Ziyu left the company not long after Aman left.

He found that he could not stay in the office at all, nor could he work with peace of mind.

His mind was full of Cheng Moxun, and the pressure and sadness in his heart became heavier and heavier.

He felt like he was going to be driven crazy by this state!

It started from the moment I learned that the ghost in the office was not Cheng Moxun.

That complex emotion was already secretly surging in his body.

At this moment, it was rolling twice as much, as if it wanted to swallow him from the inside.

He was walking aimlessly on the street, the combination of handsome appearance and lonely expression made people feel very distressed.

Many people passing by couldn't help but observe him secretly.

He didn't pay attention at all, wandering around on his own.

Until he passed a shop window.

The window glass was wiped clean, reflecting his listless face, a pair of slightly dilated eyes.

In the window is a dark green lady's dress.

Although the style is simple, it is indescribably elegant and generous.

Most importantly, the style of this skirt is very familiar to him.

Countless pictures flooded into my mind again at this moment.

There was nothing unusual about him this time, and he remembered many things.

This dress... Cheng Moxun wore a very similar one.

That's right, he chose it himself.

He seemed to still be able to see Cheng Moxun wearing a skirt, smiling at him and raising his eyebrows questioningly.

Everything seems to be right in front of your eyes, as if you can reach out and touch it.

But when he really stretched out his hand, what his fingertips touched was only the cold window glass.

The skirt stood still behind the glass, he could only look at it but couldn't touch it.

Just like Cheng Moxun...

He was already at the two ends of a boundary with her.

Huge loss and pain engulfed his heart, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the pain was terribly painful, but there was no solution.

"Is it true that I will never see you again." He clenched his fists, staring at the skirt in the window, his voice hoarse: "Is it true that I have no chance to meet you again..."

Such a handsome guy with strange behavior stood outside the store, which attracted a lot of crowds to watch.

The owner of the store is a young boy. He noticed something strange and walked out of the store: "Sir, do you need any help?"

The tone was very cautious, because Xu Ziyu's expression was very scary.

"This dress..." Xu Ziyu didn't turn his head, "How much is it?"

"Ah, this..." The shopkeeper froze for a moment, then shook his head: "Sorry sir, this is not for sale."

"You can pay whatever price you want." Xu Ziyu didn't even frown: "I can afford any amount."

"You misunderstood." The shopkeeper smiled slightly: "This is a special exhibit, and it is absolutely impossible to sell."

"Why?" Xu Ziyu's expression finally changed, he turned to look at the boy who was half a head shorter than himself.

The shopkeeper walked to his side, and then faced the window, with a hint of sadness in his eyes: "Because, I gave this to my dead wife."

Xu Ziyu's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Sorry, there are too many feelings that belong to me." The owner smiled apologetically: "This is the only thing I can do for my wife in the end."

"Make a skirt?" Xu Ziyu was a little confused.

"Yes. When she was alive, I once ignored her." The shopkeeper nodded, although his eyes were on the skirt, it seemed that he was looking at other things through the skirt: "After she died, I found out She means so much to me."

"Don't you love her?" Xu Ziyu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

"Love." The shopkeeper replied simply: "But at that time, I thought I didn't love."

This situation is somewhat inexplicably familiar.

Xu Ziyu frowned slightly, the pain in his heart had not subsided.

"I'm a craftsman," the owner continued. "I've ordered clothes for countless people, but I haven't made one for my wife. She knows I'm too busy, so she never asks me to do anything." give her."

What's the story?
"I thought I didn't like her enough." The shopkeeper was still murmuring, "If I realized that I had a crush on her at that time... Maybe she will be happy when she leaves."

when she left...

These few words were like an invisible sharp knife, piercing the pain in Xu Ziyu's heart.

It hurts even more.

What was Cheng Moxun's mood when he died?

I heard that he has been staying behind closed doors, and his condition is not very good.

It's all his fault...

"Sorry." The owner's voice interrupted his train of thought.

Xu Ziyu raised his head and met the boy's embarrassed expression.

"If you don't pay attention, you will chatter." The shopkeeper scratched the back of his head, "I'm really sorry, please understand the reason why I don't sell this dress."

Xu Ziyu didn't say anything, he nodded silently, but his eyes fell on the skirt erratically.

The shopkeeper stared at him for a while, and asked with some doubts: "You must buy this dress, do you want to give it to your girlfriend?"

But no matter how you look at this expression, it doesn't look very happy.

girlfriend.

These three words hit a certain point in my memory.

Xu Ziyu closed his eyes deeply, and then heaved a long sigh.

The scene of the marriage proposal in the church floated in front of my eyes.

He opened his eyes, smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's my wife."

The shopkeeper showed a surprised expression upon hearing this.

Today is a special day.

Xu Ziyu sighed repeatedly in his heart.

He seemed to have been stimulated by something overnight, so today he began to recover a large number of memories.

But those memories were all fragmented and couldn't be put together, which made it impossible for him to sort out the chronological order of the past, and he couldn't understand what happened in the past.

He seemed to be beginning to understand why he couldn't let go of Cheng Moxun.

But it wasn't enough that Cheng Moxun was dead, his soul was also sent to Europe.

He wanted to see Cheng Moxun again, at least once.

But this little wish was not fulfilled.

In addition, he met a tailor shop owner whose experience was somewhat similar to his own.

All of this seemed to be someone trying to tease him, constantly reminding him how embarrassed he was.

Every bit of memory recovered now is tearing the wound in his heart even bigger.

He is afraid.

But he seemed to be smoking marijuana, desperately trying to remember more details.

This state of not wanting but yearning for it almost made him collapse.

He went home and locked himself in the room.

The heavy curtains blocked all outside light, and he didn't turn on the lights.

Sitting in the darkness, he seemed to see another self in front of him, looking at him faintly.

He heard another self say, "Why, I just remembered everything now."

Yuanyuan kept playing with the mask in her hand.

She was lying on the bed, but she had no intention of resting at all.

Lu Ye's room is next door.

She really wanted to know what Lu Ye was doing at the moment, but she didn't dare to knock on the door rashly.

Things have gone completely unexpected.

Not only did he not cut off contact with Lu Ye, but his initial plan to meet Cheng Moxun also failed completely.

What should I do now?
Is she going back to City C?But that bastard Matthew might be waiting for her in City C.

This time, she wanted to hide the mask and wait for the opportunity to take a look at the guy's real body.

She also asked Matthew why she lied to herself.

Cheng Moxun was not by Xu Ziyu's side at all!

This big liar, no matter what his status is, he must ignore the three sevens and 21s when we meet, and find a way to beat him up first!
Just as she was furiously planning secretly, a hand suddenly appeared from mid-air and snatched the white bird mask away!
"Ah!" Yuanyuan screamed and sat up straight in an instant.

Matthew was standing by the bed, playing with the mask with both hands, looking at her with a faint smile on his face!
Yuanyuan held back a swear word, grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it out.

Matthew raised his eyebrows slightly, and easily raised his hand to beat the pillow aside.

Yuanyuan grabbed another pillow and threw it at Matthew. At the same time, she hurried out of bed and strode towards the door.

Matthew's low laughter came from his ear.

Before she could react, she slammed into a warm embrace.

She raised her head in astonishment, and met Matthew's smiling eyes.

"You pervert!" Yuanyuan yelled, then pushed Matthew away and backed away a long way.

At the same time, she also found that the way to the door was blocked by Matthew, and she had no chance to escape.

Everything that was expected before was turned into a bubble because of this sudden situation.

Moreover, the white bird mask is being held in Matthew's hand at the moment!
Yuanyuan's eyes widened.

"What are you running for?" Matthew said lightly, and then walked up to Yuanyuan step by step: "Can I still eat you?"

"Ding dong!" The doorbell was rang at this moment.

Matthew didn't seem to expect this, and his expression looked a little surprised.

Yuanyuan took the opportunity to push him away, and accelerated through the gap next to him.