Doting on the Wife, the Marriage Is Rippling

My mother remarried into a wealthy family, and she was the loser who was forced to seek refuge. He is one of the famous four young masters in the capital. She called him uncle, but he never cared about the unrelated uncle-nephew relationship between them. She retreats and he advances. She had hid with no way out, but he still pressed forward step by step. She was in the bar, and he came to save her. She was not drunk, she was very sober, and she indulged herself under the pretense of the drug. She thought they could be together. In this world, the farthest distance is not between life and death, nor is it when you are opposite me but don't know that I love you... But, two people who obviously love each other, but fate always has thousands of reasons not to allow them to be together. This is not a love chase, because in her opinion, they will always be on two parallel runways, able to gaze at the scenery around each other, but never have a moment of intersection. How can you make two parallel lines intersect? He used his actions to declare his answer. Fragment one "Get out of the way," she yelled at him, dragging a large suitcase in one hand. "No." His tall body blocked the door, and no matter how hard she pushed, he didn't move at all. "Brother-in-law, I am your eldest niece." "But we are not related by blood." "What do you want, even if you stay in a hotel, you should have the right to let the tenants check out on their own." He pointed at her and then at his heart. "You live here, go in, and never want to check out again in your life." Fragment 2 In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, she looked at the wedding dress on her body. She was as beautiful as a princess in the castle. "Very beautiful." He stood behind her and nodded with satisfaction. Looking at him in the mirror, she was slightly stunned. After changing out of her usual military uniform and putting on a custom-made suit in Italy for her wedding, she finally understood what Prince Charming meant. "What a perfect match!" A store clerk exclaimed from the side. She was slightly stunned, then politely reminded: "I am not the bride." "No, you are." He held her hand, his attitude decisive and unquestionable. "You're crazy, you're going to marry her tomorrow." She reminded with a low growl. He pressed her in front of the floor-length mirror, and gently stroked her face with his fingertips, "Go to bed early tonight, and you will be my bride when you wake up tomorrow." When he speaks, he always means what he says and does what he says. This article is a true pet article, with business wars, workplaces, and conspiracies, but more of it is about warm and loving pets. The taste is not too heavy, and girls can jump in!