She herself is fine, but the young lady never heard the news of Han Sanqian's disappearance. Even though she never said she was worried, the young lady was already worried enough.

In the past few hours, she has hardly touched any water or touched any rice. She has the habit of going to bed early, and she still hasn't rested until now.

But this damned Han Sanqian didn't say a word when he came back, he was really pissed off.

Inside the house, Han Sanqian lay down on the bed after drinking a saliva, and the pangolin followed sneakily, looked east and west, and finally couldn't stand it any longer, and said depressedly: "Damn it, don't you? So...then what...is this really what you intend to do?"

"Then what do you think of me? Say thank you? Or ask them to have a late meal without expressing gratitude?"

"Although it's not like this, but you are too heartless, right? You haven't seen the grievance in Su Yan's eyes when she saw you coming back. Obviously, people have worried about you for a long time." The pangolin felt a little bit uncomfortable for Su Yan value.

"Because I know this, I can only do this." Han Sanqian said.

Since her heart belongs to her, it must hurt her heart, why not kill it with her own hands while she is still in its infancy.

Han Sanqian would rather be scolded as a scumbag face to face than let her silently call him a scumbag in the heart of any woman.

"Damn, you are really careful about being struck by lightning one day." The pangolin shook his head depressedly: "What about you, you are surrounded by beautiful women like clouds, but you are surrounded by thousands of flowers, without a single red."

"What about me? Mother doesn't even have a dog by her side, and she desperately wants to find a girl, but there is none."

"God is blind." After speaking, the pangolin lay depressed on the bed beside it, babbling its mouth, as if lamenting the injustice of the sky, and also feeling depressed about its broken peach blossom.

The long night was passed slowly in the midst of everyone's thoughts.

In the early morning of the second day, Fang Jiaxi sang the bell, played the piano, sang and danced, as if walking towards a new poem with the arrival of a new day.

What happened last night, the few parties naturally kept silent, but for those subordinates, they dared not ask more questions if their superiors didn't say anything. Besides, after searching for several hours, everyone was exhausted and went to bed early.

Early in the morning, the head of the family ordered the wedding to be held normally, and the group of people hurriedly got busy again.

What happened last night, just like the prestige of last night, disappeared...

What greets us is a festive event like the morning sun.

Han Sanqian pushed open the door and walked out slowly. Today, he woke up early on purpose, waiting for the special gift that Fang Kun prepared for him...

In Su Yingxia's room, she also got up slightly and came to the window alone.

However, unlike Han Sanqian, Han Sanqian woke up early on purpose, while Su Yingxia stayed up all night.

Although, she knew something and couldn't change it, but the more it happened, the more sad she was.

During the tossing and turning, it was full of Han Sanqian, their happy past, Han Nian and the joy of the big family.

She is sad, she misses, but there is nothing she can do.

The heavy sadness oppressed her almost out of breath, as if she was locked in this room like a canary.

She really wanted to open the window to breathe, but just as Qianqian's thin hand was placed by the window, her hand was gently retracted.

Open the window to breathe, yes, the body is breathed out, but what about the heart? !

Are you afraid that you will never be able to pass through it for the rest of your life? !

Thinking of this, Su Yingxia smiled wryly, after all, she still didn't open that window, and she and Han Sanqian just missed it.

Outside, Fang Biao hurried over with a group of elders, and beside him were three or five women, all of whom were extremely beautiful. JrNovels.com