Mr. Fu has a white moonlight in his heart

On the afternoon of the third day, Mei Junyu received an invitation from Xie Zixing. It was a very festive and traditional invitation, and inside it was a photo of Qi Zihao and Xie Zixing. Both of them were in black suits, and Qi Zihao held them in his arms. Inside, both of them smiled sweetly.

Looking at this photo, Mei Junhe felt a sudden sourness in her heart, as if everyone in this world was happy.

He alone perishes in hell.

It's just that Mei Junhe naturally couldn't feel any jealousy in his heart, after the sourness passed, it was the joy for Xie Zixing that rose from his heart.

After all, Mei Junyu knew how much Xie Zixing liked Qi Zihao.

Even after the storm, the love in his bones can't be changed, but Xie Zixing is much luckier than himself, it's not that the person in his heart doesn't love him.

Unlike his love, which is mixed with too much deception and use.

The wedding was set on a small island, and the air ticket was also sent in the envelope. Mei Junhe put the air ticket in the invitation card, put it together with her own documents and passports, and then sent a WeChat message to Fang Miao to ensure that Xie Zixing I didn't work on my wedding day.

After finishing everything, Mei Junyu threw the phone away, originally planning to take a nap, but just as she closed her eyes, there was a knock on the door.

My house is rarely visited by people, so Mei Junhe knows who the person knocking on the door is, and she goes to open the door. As expected, it is Nan Yiran. Nan Yiran is wearing casual clothes. He has good facial features. The 30-year-old man, wearing this suit, looked very much like a college student who had just walked out of school. He showed a bright smile: "Go, Xiaoyu, brother will take you out to play."

Mei Junyu was taken aback by his rising tone, and then waved his hands: "No, people will always recognize me when I go out, I want to have a good sleep." As he said that, he was about to close the door, Nan Yiran seemed to have Anticipating that Mei Junyu would refuse, he stepped into Mei Junyu's room and said persistently: "Let's go, let's go, you have slept for so long, go out to meet the sun and get rid of the bad luck."

In the end, it was Mei Junhe who got a headache from Nan Yiran's quarrel, and had to follow Nan Yiran out for a walk before returning to catch up on sleep.

It is rare that the message Mei Junhe sent to Fang Miao received a reply only one day before Xie Zixing's wedding.

But it was not the reply Mei Junyu wanted.

Fang Miao: ""lo" magazine sent me an invitation, asking if you would like to be photographed for tomorrow's magazine cover, Jun Yu, this is a rare opportunity." "lo" magazine is an extremely famous magazine in country A. Influential magazines, this job is a rare opportunity for Mei Junyu. It can even be said that if the magazine can be photographed, Mei Junyu's work in country A will reach a new level.

It means that I want to go to work tomorrow, Mei Junyu frowned, and replied: "Didn't Derek be appointed for the cover of this issue of "lo" magazine? Why did you suddenly find me?"

Fang Miao: "It was a temporary notice. Derek seemed to have some friction with "lo", so they replaced people temporarily. They contacted many people, but many of them's schedules are already full."

Looking at Fang Miao's reply, Mei Junyu felt a little helpless while holding his forehead. This opportunity is indeed...for him now, it is too important, but Xie Zixing is almost the most important in his life.

I was a little undecided for a while, but Fang Miao sent another message: "The shooting is only for one morning. As for the wedding, you can rush there then."

It was rare for Fang Miao to be so tough, so she sighed, and Mei Junhe made a video call to Xie Zixing.

When the connection was made, Xie Zixing was taking care of his and Qi Zihao's youngest son. The child's wrinkled face was opened a little, and he looked very pleasing and tender. Mei Junhe hesitated to tell Xie Zixing about the matter. .

Xie Zixing on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment, but shook his head with a smile: "It's okay, you go to work. It's not too late to come back after work is over, I'll ask my assistant to change your ticket for you."

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Mei Junyu let out a sigh of relief and relaxed a little. To be honest, he was very worried that Xie Zixing would be unhappy because of this.

The next day, Mei Junhe got up early at seven o'clock. After breakfast, Mei Junhe's assistant took him to the shooting site of "lo" magazine. I am willing to skip lunch and shoot for another afternoon.

After Mei Junyu thanked her with a smile, she hurried to catch the plane.

Even lunch was settled on the road. Mei Junhe was eating bread while scrolling through Weibo, watching the reactions to Xie Zixing's marriage on the domestic Internet, most of them were blessings, some funny words, Mei Junhe was a little lost .

Therefore, when the huge impact came, Mei Junyu had already fainted before he had time to react to what happened.

The next day, when Xie Zixing was woken up by the ringing of the phone, he still hadn't reacted. The phone displayed a series of very unfamiliar numbers. He had already called twice, but he was so asleep that he didn't receive it. Usually this kind of call , Xie Zixing rarely picks up, but after hesitating for a while, Xie Zixing was a little worried that something urgent had happened.

But I didn't expect that as soon as I got on the phone, there was a voice that Xie Zixing didn't want to hear: "Hello, Xie Zixing? Did Xiaoyu come to your wedding yesterday?"

Fu Tong?Xie Zixing immediately felt a disgust that could not be ignored, and even when he spoke, he did not bring his usual gentle attitude towards others: "Fu Tong? What are you going to do?"

"You haven't seen the news yet? The plane that Xiaoyu was supposed to be on crashed." Fu Tong's voice could not hide the anxiety.

A prominent political figure from country A was on board this flight, so the news of the crash was blocked by country A, but the plane crash was not a trivial matter in the first place, so it was not covered up.

Xie Zixing was startled, and sat up on the bed: "What did you say? I asked someone to contact Xiao Yu yesterday, so I'll go ask now."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you." After hanging up the phone, Fu Tong sat on the chair, feeling deep exhaustion and despair sweeping over him.

This is a deep-seated emotion, Fu Tong only feels that his whole body has lost strength, even if Mei Junhe is away from home, it is fine, but what if there is no Mei Junhe in this world anymore?

Fu Tong felt terribly scared, regret and panic rushed over him, completely drowning Fu Tong, the hand holding the phone was bulging, and his face was full of fear that could not be concealed.