Qiao Zimo was sitting in the car with the window rolled down, smoking a cigarette, and staring at the wedding dress in the window, but he couldn't help but recall the past years in his mind.

Five years ago, he and Xia Lan had just returned from the United States, and they drove by here once. At that time, the staff of Paris Spring just happened to change the wedding dress for the model, and they put on this wedding dress at that time.

At that time, when Xia Lan saw this wedding dress, she couldn't help exclaiming: "Wow, the wedding dress is so beautiful. I will definitely wear this wedding dress when I get married!"

At that time, he smiled and whispered in her ear: "Okay, I will let you wear this wedding dress. You will be the most beautiful bride! At that time, all the women in Bencheng will envy you."

She just laughed, and asked in a joking tone: "Then what do you mean, you still have a way to prevent the boss of Paris Printemps from selling this wedding dress?"

He laughed and didn't explain, just said: "You just wait in peace, anyway, this wedding dress will be worn on you."

Now, five years have passed, and the wedding dress is still displayed in the window. Of course, if he does not take the wedding dress away, as long as Paris is not closed in spring, it will always be worn on the models in the window.

But what about his beloved girl?But his beloved girl can no longer wear this wedding dress, because she will wear a wedding dress for another man tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Qiao Zimo felt his heart throbbing with pain. He closed his eyes tightly and leaned back on the seat, unable to look at the wedding dress in the window anymore.

It wasn't until the cigarette in his hand burned to the end and burned his fingers that he opened his eyes in surprise, quickly threw away the cigarette butt, turned his head to look at the Paris Printemps window again, and then——

He was almost stunned, just staring at the gate of Printemps in a daze, but he didn't have any thinking ability at all.

Because, at the gate of Paris Printemps, the people who were walking out at this time were actually Xia Lan and Zhang Zijun. Both of them were carrying two shopping bags, which seemed to be dresses bought in Paris Printemps.

And both of them had smiles on their faces, Zhang Zijun had a calm smile on his face, while Xia Lan had a happy smile on his face.

Qiao Zimo stared at the two of them almost unblinkingly, but Xia Lan and Zhang Zijun were so busy talking while walking that they didn't notice him in the car, maybe they didn't even notice his car at all. Discover.

Qiao Zimo soon discovered that a car driven by Zhang Zijun and Xia Lan came over. The two of them stood by the car and talked for a while, then Zhang Zijun got into the car first, and soon drove away up.

And Xia Lan waited for Zhang Zijun's car to drive away before pressing the lock, put a few shopping bags in the trunk, and then walked towards the driver's door, but her high-heeled shoes stepped on a stone. Cautiously sprained her ankle, almost instinctively, her face grinned, and she squatted down.

"Are you okay? Did you sprain badly just now?" A familiar voice was added with a hand stretched out.

Xia Lan raised her head instinctively, completely ignoring the hand that Qiao Zimo stretched out, stood up with her hand on the car door, without even looking at Qiao Zimo, and replied lightly: "It's okay, it's just a slight sprain. Just a moment."

The two who hadn't seen each other since signing the divorce agreement suddenly faced each other. The scene was awkward for a while, neither of them spoke again, maybe they didn't know what to say.

Xia Lan raised her foot and shook it lightly, and reached out to open the car door when she felt that it was all right, but before the car door was opened, Qiao Zimo suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, and picked her up and put her on the front of the car .

"Let me check for you. A sprained foot is not a trivial matter." After Qiao Zimo said this, he had already squatted down, and was about to take off Xia Lan's shoes with his hands.

Xia Lan looked coldly at Qiao Zimo who was squatting in front of her. When his hand was about to take off her high heels, she broke free with a little force, and then kicked Qiao Zimo hard in the face.

She knew how much she hated Xia Lan with this kick, as if she wanted to concentrate all the 20 years of resentment on this kick, she felt that the blood in her whole body was boiling non-stop, and all the resentment came from the body. The deepest part gushes out, and then presents itself with this hard kick.

Qiao Zimo was caught off guard at all. He fell backwards and sat straight on the ground, supporting the ground with his hands. The expression on his face was as embarrassing as it could be.

He knew that Xia Lan hated him, but he didn't expect to hate him to this extent, and even though he was so embarrassed, he still looked at her without blinking, as if she would disappear in a blink of an eye.

Xia Lan clapped her hands and jumped down from the front of the car. She went to pull the car door again without even looking at Qiao Zimo, but just as she put her hand on the door handle, Qiao Zimo's voice came from behind her.

"Xia Lan, wait a minute."

Xia Lan held the car lock handle with her hand, turned around to look at him, and said in an indifferent voice: "Qiao Zimo, what exactly do you want to do?"

Qiao Zimo quickly got up from the ground, walked to Xia Lan's side in two steps, looked at Xia Lan who was standing there staring at her vigilantly, and quickly spoke.

"Xia Lan, don't look at me like this. Don't you know my heart for you? You need to guard against my mother like this? In fact, you need to guard against people other than me, do you know?"

Xia Lan just looked at him like that, tilted her head for a while, and then laughed, even louder.

Qiao Zimo's lips twitched, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips, but this smile was more like self-mockery.

He supported the front of the car with both hands, and the noon sun shone directly on Xia Lan, shining on his handsome face, and his deep black eyes were hitting Xia Lan's face without blinking.

"Xia Lan, no matter what, I will not hurt you. You know this in your heart. You know how many years we have been together and how much I love you. How could I really hurt you? Some things, I really didn't mean to, in my heart, you are the most important woman..."

Xia Lan raised her head slightly, she just sprained her ankle just now, but why, her eyes were so uncomfortable, as if sand had suddenly entered her eyes.

Qiao Zimo took out a handkerchief to help her wipe away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, but she instinctively turned her head away, then reached into the car window, pulled out a tissue and wiped it off.

Qiao Zimo's hand holding the handkerchief stopped in the air with some embarrassment. Looking at Xia Lan like this, he continued to speak in a hoarse voice.

"Xia Lan, let's start over, shall we? Give me another chance, just one chance, let's do it again, this time, we will go to other countries like Tong Zhenyu and Zhang Zijun, just the two of us, we still You can get married and live a happy and sweet married life!"

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