Chapter 923

She looked up at her and continued, "I believe every arrangement of God has his reason. At least at this moment, I think I am happy. I really want to come together with high reputation from the bottom of my heart. I hope we can grow old with white heads."

"Bless you." Su Xiuling sighed with emotion. She couldn't help but gently hugged her. "Nell, go to bed early and be a beautiful bride tomorrow. You must be happy."

"Yes." After a lapse of more than ten years, she threw herself into her arms again. Su Xiaoxiao was also filled with emotion.

Sometimes fate is such a wonderful thing.

After su Xiuling left, Su Xiaoxiao closed the door and locked it.

She stood in this familiar room with a warm milk cup in her hand. The layout has not changed for more than ten years. Has this room been reserved for her?

Settle down, she's back.

They became their daughters twice, but they had very different destinies.

In the next room.

Anxin sat in the sofa chair in front of the French window with a bottle of whisky. There was no light in the room, only the bright moonlight through the window.

He took a sip of wine and stared at the stars outside the window. The smile on his lips was very beautiful, but there seemed to be endless sadness in the bottom of his eyes.

This night, Anxin was destined to lose sleep again, and his heart was empty.

On the evening of the 19th, it was the eve of Shengyu and Su Xiaoxiao's wedding.

The palace like Jinyu villa is brightly lit.

After taking a shower, ye Fu walked upstairs calmly and gracefully in a light pink milk silk nightdress and slippers.

Pass the second floor, the third floor

Came to the fourth floor.

The light in the corridor is bright, and the big iron gate in front of it is like a ferocious bodyguard, in sharp contrast to the palace like villa.

There was a huge copper lock on the iron door. Liu Ma took out the key to unlock it for her, and then pulled off the iron chain in circles. The sound broke the silent night.

The door opened and Liu Ma handed her a mask.

Ye Fu put on her mask, passed the open iron door and walked all the way to the room at the end.

At the door of the room, Liu Ma took the key and opened the door for her.

With a squeak, the door opened.

The room was brightly lit. When the man in the wheelchair saw Yefu, his nerves tightened suddenly, and his dull eyes were filled with fear.

Liu Ma moved the stool and put it opposite the wheelchair. Ye Fu sat down calmly. She folded her legs gracefully, and her cold eyes fell on the man.

From the man's slightly wrinkled face, it is not difficult to see his handsome face when he was young. He was wearing an expensive shirt, his hair was a little long, and his black hair was mixed with some silver and messy.

He tilted his head slightly, his neck seemed to be weak, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth flowed down his collar and soaked the bib that only three-year-old children needed.

He said it was morbid.

Yefu stared at him for a moment.

The man's lips trembled, but he couldn't say anything. His eyes were full of fear.

"Your son will get married tomorrow." Ye Fu's voice was cold, her charming eyes hooked him and asked softly, "are you going? Or not? "

"...." his lips trembled, and there was no word between the man's lips and teeth.

Liu Ma stood aside, her hands in front of her belly, staring at the man expressionless.

After a while, ye Fu closed her eyes and said in a leisurely tone, "the old man said to let you participate, so..." she paused, turned her eyes to the woman around her and ordered, "Liu Ma, help him cut his hair and fix his beard. It's better to dye his hair black spots. She's full of spirit."

"Yes, madam." Liu Ma turned and went to the bedside table to get her tools.