Marrying the President

021 Ballet dancer Shang Ning wakes up slowly, outside the gauze window, it is not clear whether it is dusk or morning.Sitting up hugging the quilt, this is a modern room filled with strong black and white contrasting colors, rigid and cold.

Stepping on the carpet, Shang Ning pushed open the door of the room, looking down, there was no one in the hall on the first floor.

This villa is not the repair house she has lived in for more than ten years.

Suddenly his eyes were attracted by a bright light, Shang Ning walked over, and gently pushed open the door that was not closed tightly.

This is a spacious practice room, and the large mirror on the opposite wall reflects her silly appearance standing barefoot on the floor.There is a huge oil painting hanging in the room, the ballet dancer stretches her graceful figure, and the bright colors paint her graceful dancing posture.The only regret is that the oil painting presents the back view, and the dancer's face cannot be seen clearly.

As Shang Ning approached, he found a slightly blurred word in the middle of the oil painting, and he recognized it one by one: "Dedicated...to...the most...love..."

With a snap, all the lights in the room went out without warning.

This scene is too weird

Shang Ning ran to the door in panic, screaming in fright at the sudden appearance of a figure.With a gloomy face, Lu Li unceremoniously pulled her out and closed the door of the room forcefully.

"There are some rooms in this villa, don't go in casually."

In front of Shang Ning, he locked the door.

Shang Ning had lingering fears, subconsciously asked: "Why?"

Lu Li turned his head to look at her, his soul-stirring eyes contained a cold warning.His aura was too strong, Shang Ning turned his gaze away: "Pretend I didn't ask."

But the sentence on the colorful oil painting that I didn't finish reading has been circling in my mind...

"Clean up, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau later."

"What are you going to the Civil Affairs Bureau for?" She hadn't turned the corner yet.

"marry."

Half an hour later, Lu Li had already changed into his suit. The exquisite tailoring complemented his slender figure, tall and straight.In the morning light, he was bathed in golden sunlight, his face was like a crown of jade, and the combination of handsome eyebrows and fine eyes gave a strong sense of visual impact.

Shang Ning's broken little heart couldn't help but beat faster, and secretly cursed: "Lu evildoer!"

"Is it too hasty to register today?" Shang Ning always felt weird.

"I'll give you two ways. Watch An Zhiyou and Xiu Siyun get married in a happy manner and you become a dog in the water, or marry me and give him a cuckold?"

It must be the second one!But it seems something is wrong, as if this is not a compliment.When Shang Ning was struggling, Lu Li grabbed her and dragged her out, "Being cuckolded by others is worse than being cuckolded by others."

Shang Ning couldn't help it: "Can you stop mentioning the cuckold?" Knowing how to put it nicely, she is still the one who was abandoned.

"If you don't mention it, does it mean it didn't happen?" Lu Li raised his eyebrows and looked at her.No matter how handsome he looks, he deserves a beating.

Shang Ning turned his head away and gritted his teeth fiercely.

The two got out of the car, and a car stopped right behind. Shang Ning felt that the color of the car looked familiar, so he took another look, only to see the two people getting out of the car.

Enemy road is narrow.

Xiu Siyun actually came to register his marriage with An Zhiyou in a wheelchair.

Mr. Xiu, who wholeheartedly hoped that she would marry Xiu Siyun, finally let go...

The last bit of hope is like a kite with a broken string, drifting away unsteadily.

I understand, everything is my own self-indulgence.