Before long, Jane, a famous wedding dress designer in China, came.

Ling Zhihan said hello to the designer. After a few words of cold noise, he called Yan Xiruo who was sitting beside Gu guan'er.

"Talk to Jane, please."

Jane combined with several popular styles this year, combined with the temperament of Gu guan'er, gave Yan Xiruo several wedding designs.

Yan Xiruo nodded while listening. He was a well-known designer, and his ideas were very good.

Yan Xiruo chose a bra style wedding dress. The unique light V-neck design with butterfly sleeves can perfectly show the bride's collarbone. The light V-neck does not lose the sex, feeling and elegance of a small woman. The skirt body is designed with silk surface, and the layered skirt is exquisite hand-made bud silk lace, which looks beautiful and moving.

Yan Xiruo chose this design for guan'er, and it was also the wedding dress that guan'er mentioned when they passed a wedding dress shop in Paris.

According to Yan Xiruo's opinion, Jane nodded. "Miss Yan deserves to be a fashion designer. After you mention this, the effect of this wedding dress on Miss Gu must be very amazing."

After Jane left, Ling Zhihan said to Yan Xiruo, "thank you very much today. Stay for dinner at night." Compared with the past, Ling Zhihan's attitude towards Yan Xiruo has changed a lot, not because of her identity, but because of her kindness and magnanimity, which makes him look different. You know, in the past, he never had a good face in front of her, and always felt that she was not worthy of her second brother.

"I'm going to K country tomorrow. Maybe I won't come back until you and guan'er's wedding. I'd like to go back to accompany the children in the evening, and come to eat next time." Said, she looked again, sitting on the sofa with an empty expression of guan'er. Her eyes showed heartache, "you must take good care of guan'er and Xiaobao."

"They are my wife and children, and I will take good care of them."

With the words of Ling Zhihan, Yan Xiruo was relieved. Go to Gu guan'er and give her a hug before leaving.

"Cold, don't miss Yan stay for dinner?" With the help of the servant, Mrs. Ling went to the living room.

In the evening, she shook her head He went to Gu guan'er and reached out to her, "guan'er, we're going to have dinner."

She cleverly put her hand in his hand.

She is willing to follow him to leave, not has recovered, but through Xia Li's psychological counseling, she learned several repeated command actions.

Her hands were thin and cold. Ling Zhihan wrapped her hands in his palms and rubbed them gently. Until her hands were gradually warm, he took her to the restaurant.

When Mrs. Ling saw this scene, a layer of wet and moist hot fog appeared in her eyes.

If my son can recognize his own heart early and have a good smile, he won't be like this!

However, after the event, he can also completely accept his heart and become mature and responsible.

After Xia Li's psychological counseling, now guan'er doesn't need to rely on nutrition to maintain her life. She can eat something.

Every meal, Ling Zhihan will feed her first. If the old lady wants her servant to feed her, he doesn't want to do it himself.

He patiently fed her food, she ate very slowly, half a bowl of rice, she may eat for half an hour. But he would never say more or be impatient.

Because she didn't eat much every day, she lost a lot of weight. Looking at her empty eyes and thin face, he was gloomy and sour.

But he won't let negative emotions affect him for long.

He has always believed that as long as the heart guard at her side, she will recover.

After dinner, he carried her for a walk in the back garden.

After the walk, he took it back to his room.

"Guan'er, you sit here and watch the stars. I'll go to the bathtub and let you have a bath." He bought a reclining chair on the balcony connected to his bedroom, and he would let her lie down and watch the stars in the sky at night as long as the weather was fine.

He put the water out and saw her close her eyes and fell asleep. He patted her small face with his big hand, "smile, can you sleep after taking a bath?"

She didn't open her eyes.

Ling Zhihan carried her body into the bath. Room.

He took off her skirt and carried her into the bathtub.

The moment she touched the water, her unfocused eyes opened.

Ling Zhihan said with a gentle smile, "don't be afraid, my husband will give you a bath and sleep again, OK?"

In response to him, it is still air.

After taking a bath, Ling Zhihan wrapped her body with a bath towel and held it to the wide soft couch.

"Guan'er, I can sleep now. I'll go in and take a bath and then I'll hold you to sleep."

Ling Zhihan came out of the bath room after taking a bath. She didn't sleep. She was staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Ling Zhihan opened the quilt and lay down on her side. Her long arm passed under her neck and gently held her in his arms.

The big hand took her little hand and let her encircle her waist.His jaw was against her head, and his voice was hoarse, "guan'er, would you like to wake up and talk to me? Even if you scold me and beat me, I have no complaints. Don't close yourself up any more. I promise that I will never do anything to hurt you again

"Guan'er, in fact, I'm afraid that you won't wake up all your life. I know you hate me and blame me, but I beg you, don't punish me in this way, OK?"

Ling Zhihan lowered his head, and his beautiful face approached guan'er's small face. "Guan'er, as long as you wake up, I promise you everything, OK?"

No matter what he said, she did not respond.

It's like a puppet without a soul.

Ling Zhihan's line of sight is blurred by water mist. He approaches her lip. Petal, sucks lightly. Went up.

Kiss her and whisper her name.

His big palm, gently touched her exquisite lines.

When his hand touched her, she suddenly let out a cry.

Ling's cold body, suddenly a stiff.

He did not want to occupy her at this time. He just wanted to touch her and feel her temperature, because he often had the illusion that she had left him.

If he could, he wanted to rub her into his bone.

He took back his big palm and looked at the tears from the corners of her eyes, her heart, and a suffocating draught.

Even before she wakes up, she also rejects his caress -

the last time she was forced to explode, it hurt her so much that it was beyond his imagination!

Ling Zhihan looked at her constantly. Tears out of the corner of his eyes, heart, like an invisible black hand, tightly pinched the same.

It hurts so much.

The pain broke into pieces.

He hurriedly wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, and his voice slightly swallows, "smile, don't cry, don't cry, I don't touch you, don't touch you."

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