President, she is only handsome for three seconds

That night Yan Ruyu didn't come back, neither was her grandma, and An Xiaolei lay alone in the room, feeling very lonely.

Everything is quiet, and I can't send text messages with Yan Ruyu through the wall.

A little boring.

When I was still in the slums, I wished to have a peaceful sleep, but now I feel too quiet.

An Xiaolei felt that she was really hypocritical.

"Little mentally retarded." She turned over and said to the small screen on the wall with a faint light, "tell me a bedtime story."

The smart housekeeper beeped, turned up the brightness of the screen, and said in a blunt female synthetic electronic voice, "My name is Xiaoshan."

An Xiaolei doesn't care what it's called, anyway, one day when she was bored and teased it, she knew it was called Xiaoshan, so An Xiaolei started calling it Little Mentally Retarded Artificial Intelligence. Shout out like the end of the world.

"Tell me a bedtime story." An Xiaolei said, "It's fine if you don't make a joke."

After receiving the instruction, the smart butler cleared the non-existent throat and started playing the fairy tales in the media library.

"Sleeping Beauty used to have a kingdom where a king and a queen lived. One day, the queen gave birth to a beautiful little princess with blond hair and blue eyes. She was very beautiful. All the elves in the kingdom came to congratulate her."

An Xiaolei "" is really just like Yan Ruyu, an artificial intelligence that can't be done. "another."

"I was searching the media library and there was a matchstick. It was walking on the road and suddenly felt itchy on my head"

An Xiaolei now not only feels itchy head, but also itchy hands.

I want to remove the small screen.

The story changed several times one after another, but An Xiaolei was not interested. She was lonely and fell asleep.

The screen of the mentally handicapped boy flickered, he stopped telling half of the story, and said "good night" in a very small volume.

Everything is quiet.

In the dream, she was paying homage to Yan Ruyu, and grandma was sitting on a high place watching. When the master of ceremonies sang "husband and wife worship", the man in wedding dress and red hijab turned around and bowed deeply to her. Without the hijab, An Xiaolei felt that she could see the back of Yan Ruyu's head.

It was so humble that it made her nose a little sore.

Why, Yan Ruyu is obviously a president.

She paid for herself to marry herself, even the worship hall in Gufa is a head lower than her, why?

In a blink of an eye, all the scenes disappeared like a curtain. She came to a quite familiar room, which looked similar to her own room, but the left and right were reversed. An Xiaolei could recognize that this was Yan Ruyu's. Room.

Surrounded by festive red, the red embroidered mandarin duck quilt and pillowcases were all bought by grandma before, which left a deep impression on me.

Double Happiness is posted on the wall.

And Yan Ruyu sat upright on the bed, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

The red hijab inlaid with gold and jade still well covered her whole face. An Xiaolei felt that there should be something in her hand, which was warm in texture. Hijab.

As you wish, as you wish.

An Xiaolei went forward uncontrollably, and slowly lifted the red hijab covering Yan Ruyu's face with the things in her hands, but when she stretched out her hand, she realized that it was not Yu Ruyi at all, but a handful of cream with a strange texture. The white sharp blade is engraved with a small line of hurtful words like a frost knife and snow sword.

Yan Ruyu, whose face was covered in blood, held up the glass of wine with both hands, and said to her expressionlessly, "Husband, come and drink Hexing Bar."

Even though there was a long wound on her face, her voice was gentle, as if nothing had happened.

An Xiaolei dropped the long knife in her hand, and was too frightened to say a word for a long while.

Suddenly Yan Ruyu looked out of the window expressionlessly, and said softly, "Oh, it's time to go."

After this sentence fell, everything in front of me suddenly disappeared, leaving only darkness, and I could still hear the wake-up bell from the little mentally handicapped, and the broken thoughts: "It was detected that you had a nightmare. I suggest you get up now. Anyway, it is too late to wake up." The time is not far."

An Xiaolei went to the bathroom to take a shower in silence, and when she came out, the two sisters of the Qiao family also came with people.

Sister Qiao remained silent as always, but directed everything in an orderly manner.

The glorious deeds of this person have been heard by An Xiaolei in the past two days. Anyway, it is very legendary. She lived for Qiao Wan from a little girl from an ordinary family to a rich generation. I heard that she has raised two Qiao Wan named the puppet cat many times. The current name is the older one named Big Qiaoqiao, and the younger one named Little Qiaoqiao.

The small one often rides on the back of the big one, domineering.

Just like another Qiao Wan.

Both An Xiaolei and Yan Ruyu wore ancient red wedding dresses, but An Xiaolei's was obviously more masculine. If grandma didn't insist, she even hoped that there would be no decorations on the dress, and it would be best if it could be clean .

However, now the style is indeed biased towards men's models, and the Phoenix pattern on it is not missing at all.

Looks gaudy, hot eyes.

An Xiaolei complained softly, and then Qiao Mei pressed her face in front of the mirror expressionlessly, "Come here and put on makeup."

"" An Xiaolei assured that this is the first time she has seriously put on makeup for so many years after retiring.

At first I liked heavy makeup, dark black eyeliner and deep purple eye shadow. After playing e-sports, because I have fixed makeup photos every time I change team uniforms, my aesthetics are moving in a more normal direction, but I don’t like makeup anymore. It's really hard to be pressed in front of the mirror and not be able to move for an hour or two.

You said why women like makeup so much.

The make-up artist seemed to be able to see her restraint, and while seriously doing her pre-makeup hydration work, she smiled and said, "Be happy, isn't this about to get married, the other half of a crying face won't be happy. "

As soon as An Xiaolei heard "the other half", An Xiaolei remembered the weird dream last night.

Yan Ruyu didn't know if it was a monster or something, and she didn't know who she said the last sentence "It's time to break up".

She froze.

It would be too naive to compare reality with dreams.

Qiao Mei is really serious and responsible. When Qiao Wan was jumping up and down in the villa and frantically teasing the little mentally retarded, she sat quietly on the chair behind and watched An Xiaolei make up the whole time without blinking her eyes. In the end, it was An Xiaolei. Lei couldn't help it. It was too quiet in the room, so she tended to think wildly, so she had to find something to say when she had nothing to say, "Isn't Director Qiao very busy?"

Qiao Mei closed the folder she had just started fiddling with, and said flatly, "Duanmu Xinyi was supposed to come over, but she didn't have time. Since she is my party A's father, I promised to do her a favor."

An Xiaolei was flattered to be married off by Duanmu Xinyi herself.

There was another long silence between the two of them. An Xiaolei racked her brains but couldn't think of anything to say, so she gave up.

It's not that there is no topic, she really wants to know if Miss Qiao recognizes her, but when this question comes up, even if Miss Qiao didn't realize it at first, she should be aware of it now, so she gave up.

It's very strange that she recognized Qiao Mei's appearance after such a big change. Why does Qiao Mei seem to have no impression of her at all?

Obviously, the two of them had crossed paths before. When she started to play city games with the boy named Qiao Rui, who was sister Qiao's brother, Miss Qiao often took Qiao Wan to sit in the auditorium and watched them. All the way from the small county town to the professional team.

Why can't Ms. Qiao recognize her?

In other words, she actually recognized it, and she was just pretending to be stupid.

After all, sister Qiao is really much smarter than her, and she is someone who can become a rich generation.

When she realized this, the makeup was done, and An Xiaolei stood up and turned around. The makeup artist kept saying that she looked good, and she looked a little heroic.Sister Qiao also stood up and said, "Let's go, it's about time to start."

"" An Xiaolei looked confused, "Where is the hijab?"

Qiaomei glanced at her lightly and said, "You don't need to."

"why"

Miss Qiao sneered, "According to the ancient law, you play the role of groom, and then you have to carry the bride on your back until you get on the bus. If you cover it too, then we will rush to the street together."

An Xiaolei suddenly understood a little why Yan Ruyu would rather marry the one with small arms and legs.

Sure enough, the president is the president, and there are really many routines.

When going out, Qiao Wan walked ahead to open the way, while Qiao Mei was beside An Xiaolei, and suddenly said in a low voice, "I really don't want to see you marry Yan Ruyu and enjoy the blessings, people like you should spend your whole life idling. "

An Xiaolei paused.

That's right, she already recognized sister Qiao, how could others not recognize her. "You know everything, don't you?"

Miss Qiao nodded.

An Xiaolei "I'm sorry."

Qiao Mei sneered, "What's the use of apologizing to me? It's only useful to apologize to my brother. See if he will forgive you?"

After tearing off the veil of silence and gentleness, sister Qiao was bitter and mean.

An Xiaolei ""

Qiao Mei paused, and then said, "But he never blamed you, and he never regretted saving you. The parties have let go, and I don't need to keep remembering, so even if I recognize you, I don't want to recognize you, so I will be the first one." Let's meet one day."

After finishing speaking, Miss Qiao looked at her in silence, the sneer on her lips seemed to be a dream. "Get in the car."

The two were speechless all the way.

After meeting Miss Qiao at the banquet, An Xiaolei knew that maybe the nightmare she had once had returned to her.

But she wouldn't push it away, and couldn't.

This is her karma, and it will follow her for the rest of her life.

Like some slimy, disgusting thing that sticks for life.

The mistakes she made once came to her.

The journey was a bit far, and An Xiaolei fell asleep for a while without knowing it. When she was unconscious, she seemed to see a girl with a pretty face under the dim streetlight, grinning at her with snow-white teeth, "Sister, don't you save him?" Are you really not going? It doesn’t matter if you regret it in the future? I’m Cupid, I’m God, I can help you.”

"Don't go."

Cupid's smile froze on his lips.