"Start preparing now, and you won't feel fast until the wedding day." Fu simiu looks into her eyes and doesn't want to give up planning the wedding.

Song Yu didn't stop him any more. In fact, she had expectations for the wedding.

But

"You started preparing for the wedding so early. It's not for your ex girlfriend, is it?" Song Yu suddenly asked.

She remembered that he had a person he liked. Although he didn't know who it was, it could never be her. How long did they know each other.

Fu simiu suddenly said that he had already started to prepare for the wedding. Even though they were together, he told himself that the zero distance contact between them was all a matter of these days. She had not thought about the wedding yet. How could he have thought of it in advance?

She couldn't think of a better explanation, except that the wedding was for his ex girlfriend, who just happened to meet her.

As a result, as soon as her words were asked, Fu Si Mu's expression sank.

Song Yu's heart is beating drums. I can't figure out what he thinks. Maybe she shouldn't ask. It's a very dangerous topic to mention her predecessor.

But she did not skip this topic. Although she was guilty, she still looked at him and wanted to wait for an answer.

Fu Si Mu seemed to see what she was thinking in her heart. She kissed her head and rubbed her face against her head: "don't think about it. In my life, I just want to marry you, no one else."

Just want to marry her, no one else?

Song Yu is in a trance. How can a good man like Fu simiu have no one else. Or did he decide to stay with her for the rest of his life, except that she would never look at another woman? Driven to distraction,

smashed to pieces, but Song Yu felt that it was impossible. But she always felt that something was wrong. She was too self abased. She felt that this beautiful and trance feeling was like a beautiful and psychedelic bubble. Maybe one day, when the bubble burst, she would feel lost and lose her spirits. She would fall from high and break up.

She was afraid.

Song Yu has been avoiding Fu Si mu for the past two days. She goes to work early and comes back late. When she gets home, she goes upstairs after dinner.

She didn't sleep in a room with Fu simu, and the men didn't say anything. They followed her and let her go. The more she was like this, the more he felt that he was floating forever and did not know when he would fall into the abyss.

This weekend, she had nothing to do, sitting on the living room sofa watching TV, almost fell asleep.

When Fu simiu comes back, she turns off the TV first. She comes to hold her upstairs to sleep. Song Yu suddenly wakes up. She opens her eyes and sees that her TV is turned off. She frowns discontentedly: "what do you do?"

"Why don't you sleep upstairs when you're sleepy? What should I do if I sleep here and get cold? "

Song Yu pushed him away, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. He was holding a breath in his heart, but he didn't want to follow him, as if he was gambling with him.

"What's the matter with you?" Fu simiu pastes her forehead with her hand.

"I'm not sick." Song Yu's voice was cold, and then she exclaimed in her heart whether she was too sentimental, but she didn't want to change it now, so let's go.

"Is something wrong?" Fu simu frowned.

Her performance in the past two days worried him, but she kept away from him and said nothing, and he was not easy to ask.

"Is it because of me? What have I done to upset you? " Fu simiu asked, he didn't want her to be unhappy all the time, but he couldn't figure out why she was depressed.

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