Quan Shao's Secret Favorite: 36 Strategies for Attacking Marriage

Tong Zhaohua sat at home, holding the big cat in a daze.

How long has it been since she went home without this time, and she is a little uncomfortable.

Originally, she wanted to take a bath and go to bed early to catch up on sleep, but found that the power of the biological clock was more powerful than she imagined.

She picked up the phone, for some reason, this was the nth time she looked at the empty phone screen tonight.

Kind of, kind of looking forward to it.

Tong Chaohua quickly shook his head, and threw the phone under the pillow ruthlessly.

Standing up and running to the bathroom, the big cat followed her quickly, wagging its tail.

She put a pool of water, then buried her head in it, a burst of cold stimulated every nerve of her.

But his mind was not clear at all.

My mind is still full of the man's words and deeds.

She turned her head and looked at the man's coat on the sofa, feeling a little dazed.

She has dealt with both indifference and violence, but a little tenderness makes her so overwhelmed.

Really, really too much.

Just when Tong Zhaohua was looking at himself in a mess in the mirror, the phone suddenly vibrated, because it was under the pillow, so the sound was muffled.

Tong Zhaohua's heart skipped a beat, he walked over quickly, and picked up the phone in his hand.

"Hello." Somewhat embarrassed, Tong Zhaohua pretended to be calm and said.

"It's me, Zhaohua."

Tong Chaohua was taken aback, then lowered his head slightly: "Well, Beichen, what's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Zhaohua, I heard that you are sick, how are you doing now?"

"Well, there's nothing serious about it." Tong Zhaohua said gently.

"That's good." Shen Beichen smiled slightly: "I've always wanted to discuss something with you."

"what's up?"

"Oh, what else can I do, it's about the wedding venue." Shen Beichen said with a sneer: "Jing Xin, don't you remember that you said several years ago that you would accompany me to choose a venue, wouldn't it not count now? .”

"...Well, no."

Hearing Shen Beichen's happy voice, Tong Chaohua couldn't help laughing a few times, but his heart was in a mess: "Then when do you plan to go, have you figured it out?"

"Well, let's go tomorrow. I've already picked out the venue. There aren't many, just three or four. They're all better. Then Jingxin will help me take a look."

Shen Beichen's tone was very gentle. After hearing the other party's agreement, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curled up slightly. He chatted casually for a few words, and then hung up the phone.

She was sitting in Lu Lin's room.

Lu Lin didn't go home all night again, the moonlight came in through the window slightly, and shone on the overturned drawer.

A real estate certificate lay on the table.

Shen Beichen gently took it with her hand. She knew that Tong Zhaohua's house had been bought by someone, but she didn't know that it was actually Lu Lin who bought it.

Still have a little nostalgia?
The soft moonlight shone on Shen Beichen's face, which looked pale and dangerous.

Feeling nostalgic for that woman's former home, Lu Lin bought it with the intention of giving it back to Tong Zhaohua.

Shen Beichen bit his lips, red blood dripped down the corner of his mouth and dripped on the cover of the real estate certificate.

How greedy, Tong Chaohua, if she Shen Beichen can't get it, you can't get it either.

Tong Zhaohua only fell asleep for less than three hours.

He obviously went to bed before ten o'clock, but tossed and turned for a long time without falling asleep.

Thinking that Shen Beichen had already started to choose the venue for the wedding, Tong Chaohua didn't know what adjectives to use to describe her inner feelings.

Alas, she has no right to think about these things.

Tong Zhaohua stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth, looked in the mirror, and rubbed his dark circles vigorously, but it didn't help.

The phone on the table rang again.

Tong Zhaohua walked over to take a look, and sure enough, it was Fang Fei who called. Early this morning, Fang Fei had already sent her nearly five text messages urging her.

For some reason, Tong Zhaohua was a little impatient, but he couldn't say anything, so he went back one by one patiently.

She put the phone in her hand, looked at Shen Beichen's name on it, and couldn't help frowning slightly, it was obviously less than 5 minutes since the last text message she replied.

"Hey, Fang Fei, didn't I tell you, I'll be there in a while."

Tong Chaohua answered the phone unhappily, although his tone was very gentle, but still with a little reprimand.

"Jing Xin, I've arrived at your downstairs, come down."

Downstairs...Tong Chaohua was taken aback for a moment: "Ah, then wait for me a moment, I'll take care of it right away."

After finishing speaking, Tong Chaohua hung up the phone, and his movements sped up slightly.

Shen Beichen's overly anxious attitude really made Tong Chaohua a little confused, and he came directly to her home to pick her up...

"Have you been waiting long?" Tong Chaohua went downstairs quickly, and before he could walk out of the building, he saw Shen Beichen's figure.

"Oh, you're so slow." Shen Beichen pouted slightly, walked over quickly, and grabbed Tong Zhaohua's arm.

"We have four places to look at, and they are still far away. If you don't hurry up, it will be delayed until tomorrow."

Tong Zhaohua couldn't help but have black lines on his face, and said "hmm" casually.

"Come on, come on." Shen Beichen opened the back door of the car for Tong Chaohua, and after watching Tong Chaohua sit in, she followed in.

"Master, please go to Xinghua Street."

"Xinghua Street?" Tong Zhaohua repeated with some surprise: "Is there a suitable venue there?"

"Of course." Shen Beichen chuckled.

Tong Zhaohua lowered his eyes, how could she not be familiar with that street not far from Wen's old house.

Seeing that Tong Chaohua was not looking at him, but turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, Shen Beichen let go of Tong Chaohua's hand, and picked up the bag in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Smiled lightly.

Tong Zhaohua's current residence is still far away from Xinghua Street, one is in the south of City A, and the other is in the northernmost part of City A.

Moreover, all the roads in the city center are taken. Although it is morning, there are still some traffic jams.

It took about an hour and a half to reach the destination.

After the two got out of the car, Shen Beichen happily pulled Tong Zhaohua's arm and walked quickly to the tall building beside him.

"It's here, Zhao Hua, what do you think?"

"..."

"Zhaohua?~"

Tong Zhaohua's eyes widened, looking at the hotel she was no longer familiar with.

How could she forget this place.

The wedding between her and Lu Lin was held here.

Thinking of what could be called a tragedy that happened at the wedding that year, she secretly vowed never to set foot in this hotel again.

But it's really ironic.

"Zhaohua!?"

Tong Zhaohua came back to his senses, and nodded slightly.

Seeing Tong Chaohua staring at the hotel, Shen Beichen couldn't help laughing: "Is it so beautiful, and it makes you look fascinated."

"..." Tong Zhaohua felt that something had choked in his throat, and he couldn't speak.

Shen Beichen is such a shrewd woman, how could she not be aware of Tong Zhaohua's fault, she lightly patted Tong Zhaohua's shoulder:

"Looking at Zhaohua, you seem to like this place very much, so let's make sure it's here, shall we?"

"Your wedding is up to you."

Tong Zhaohua smiled bitterly, and said lightly.

"Okay, then here it is, and the divorce room happens to be near."

Have you bought the wedding room? This time, you don't live in Lu's house, but you have your own house... huh?

Tong Zhaohua pursed his lips slightly.

Sure enough, the real fiancée's treatment is completely different from that of her kind.

"Zhaohua, I think you're not in a good mood. Are you hungry?" Shen Beichen walked up to Tong Chaohua worriedly, put his hands on her shoulders, and asked in a worried and gentle tone.

"No, no." Tong Zhaohua quickly pulled out a smile, seeing Shen Beichen's hesitation, Tong Zhaohua said quickly:
"But I'm really hungry, let's have something to eat first, and then continue shopping, shall we?"

"Okay~"

Shen Beichen looked around with a smile: "But there doesn't seem to be any good breakfast nearby, oh yes!"

She suddenly remembered something: "Zhaohua, do you remember the noodle soup shop we used to eat together when we were young?"

"Well, I remember." Tong Zhaohua nodded: "But it's been so long, I don't know if the door is still open."

"The door will definitely be opened!" Shen Beichen took Tong Chaohua's arm and walked forward quickly: "It's so delicious that it will definitely last for 100 years."

"……Um."

After walking for less than 5 minutes, we arrived at the noodle shop Shen Beichen mentioned.

After a while, the noodles were served, and the two of them were instantly attracted by the temptation of the years. For a while, there was only the sound of eating noodles on the table.

"Zhaohua, do you remember? We met here."

After eating nearly halfway, Shen Beichen raised his head, picked up a few noodles with chopsticks, chewed them lightly, and then said to Tong Chaohua lightly.

Tong Zhaohua smiled and said "Yes".

"That was the first time I met Lu Lin. Do you remember that I have been asking you about Lu Lin for a long time!"

"……Um."

"It might just be love at first sight."

The smile on Shen Beichen's face disappeared, replaced by a somewhat bitter expression: "I thought that I was going to get married soon back then, but such a big thing happened."

"However, I am also very grateful for this accident. I feel that Lin cherishes me more than before."

"of course."

After a while, hearing that Shen Beichen was no longer going on, Tong Zhaohua raised his head and responded with a smile.

"Zhaohua, but it's true that Ah Lin drank too much once, and then..." Shen Beichen blushed slightly, and then fiddled with the chopsticks in his hand:
"Well, I think we will have children soon after we get married."

"……Um"

Tong Chaohua only felt that the smile on his face was becoming more and more unbearable, and it was as if a hole had been opened in his heart and pepper was poured in.

For some reason, she didn't want to hear Shen Beichen talk about Lu Lin like her at all.

These obviously all belonged to the woman in front of her, and belonged from the very beginning.

It doesn't matter whether it's marriage or children, but Tong Zhaohua still feels uncomfortable when he really hears the bloody revelation of his previous delusions.