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Chapter 17: Sorry for the belated

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During the Chinese New Year, Xu Jiaang arranged a meeting between his family and Zhou Zhou's family.

Things went smoothly, and even Xu Qian didn't show up. Xu Jiaang was very satisfied

Zhou Zhou has only Ms. Zhou in her family. Her father Zhou Qu left her in a car accident when she was very young. The talks between Ms. Zhou and Ms. Xu were very harmonious. After all, the two were acquaintances, so they were naturally happy to kiss each other.

After a dinner party, Zhou Zhou and Xu Jiaang's marriage was settled

Zhou Zhou sat next to Xu Jia'ang and whispered to him: Why do I feel like I've married you so hasty?

Xu Jiaang gently patted the back of her hand, what is sloppy? He has to get engaged before he can get you home!

Ms. Xu's suggestion is that she likes Zhou Zhou very much and doesn't want Zhou Zhou to marry into the Xu family casually, so everyone must know about it.

Originally, Xu Jia'ang disagreed, but thinking that Ms. Xu also attached importance to Zhou Zhou, he nodded.

But he still thought the speed was slow, so he hugged Zhou Zhou tightly: I don’t care, no matter whether I can marry you home early, you will stay with me

Climbing Zhou Zhou sneered him

Then nodded in disgust: I know

The engagement banquet is in March, and the marriage is scheduled in June.

Zhou Zhou thought that the two families would just invite some family members to have a meal in the engagement banquet, but unexpectedly, Ms. Xu gave her a list and asked her to write a few good classmates and friends to attend.

Aren't these invited after getting married?

Ms. Xu smiled with her nose: How can she be so casual? You have to do it again

Zhou Zhou touched the tip of his nose embarrassedly and nodded obediently

But when she was writing the list, she began to worry again

She seems to be... good friends and classmates who have nothing to do with...

Xu Jia'ang happened to come in at this time, and Zhou Zhou grabbed him: Who should I invite? It seems that no one can invite him...

Xu Jiaang felt a little distressed with grievances on his face. He rubbed Zhou Zhou's furry head: Write whoever you want, whether you bully you or watch by the cold eyes, write it on, let them see how happy you are now.

Zhou Zhou pushed him: You are so narcissistic

What's wrong? I marry you and you to me, that's a blessing for both of us

When Zhou Zhou lowered her head and put her eyes back on the paper, she smiled at the corner of her mouth. She pursed her lips and solemnly picked up her pen and wrote her name.

Yes, I just want you to see how happy I am

I have Xu Jia'an's Zhou Zhou

I'm not afraid of you

The weather is getting warmer and I'm going to get engaged in half a month

On that day, Xu Jia'ang was accompanying Zhou Zhou to try to modify the engagement dress. He insisted on pink, but he didn't know where the obsession came from.

Zhou Zhou felt that he could not wear pink things, so he struggled for a long time and compromisedly responded to his request and tried a light pink dress that was just up to his knees. Unexpectedly, the effect of wearing it was unexpectedly good.

Zhou Zhou's skin is fair, with thin waist and long legs, with bulging front and tilted back, not to mention that she looks good, so it is not an exaggeration to say that she is born with a clothes rack.

Xu Jia'ang looked at Zhou Zhou from the mirror, look, my eyes are really great

Zhou Zhou raised his eyebrows and smiled: OK, that's it

She was about to change her clothes, but Xu Jia'ang stopped her: Zhou Zhou, a few missed calls came over just now, they were all the same person

Who? Zhou Zhou walked towards him, took his cell phone and looked at him, but he didn't know

But I was afraid that the invitation from the engagement banquet was called by the invitation, so Zhou Zhou called back and waited for more than ten seconds before the other party was connected.

Hello, did you call me just now?

Weekly?

Zhou Zhou suddenly stopped talking

I am Ding Jia, can we meet?

Zhou Zhou and Ding Jia met at a nearby cafe

Xu Jia'ang wanted to accompany her, but Zhou Zhou refused

She said: Just sit at the table behind us, don't sit with me

What if she bullies you?

No, I'm not the same as Zhou Zhou. Zhou Zhou touched his face, and I have you. If it really doesn't work, wouldn't it be better if you save beauty again?

Xu Jia'ang was convinced, and then nodded and said yes

……

Ding Jia arrives two minutes later than every week

When she appeared, all the tension of Zhou Zhou disappeared from her palms

Zhou Zhou realized that they had grown up

After leaving campus, everyone was smoothed out all the edges and corners by the large dye vat of society.

Ding Jia is the same. She looks dusty and can't say she's not doing well, but she looks a little haggard.

Zhou Zhou suddenly forgot about Ding Jia's hatred face in order to integrate into other small groups.

But Zhou Zhou didn't expect that Ding Jia sat down and began to apologize to her.

Zhou Zhou, back then... I was sorry for you back then. I shouldn't treat you like that. You don't know how difficult it was for me to live later. I was frightened by invisible things in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep. I was tortured even in dreams... Everything was condemning my villain's heart. I was in pain, but I never contacted you to say these words...

Speaking of the latter, Ding Jia cried and covered her face to confess: Zhou Zhou, I'm sorry...

Zhou Zhou just looked at Ding Jia, waiting for her monologue, waiting for her tears, but she didn't want to say a word.

She is not a generous person, so she doesn't want to forgive

But Zhou Zhou knew why Ding Jia encountered those horrible things

……

After Ding Jia left, Xu Jiaang sat next to Zhou Zhou. He looked at Zhou Zhou's dazed face and asked her softly: Are you okay?

Zhou Zhou was brought back to her senses by Xu Jia'ang's voice. She was cautious when she said the following sentence, as if she was pious.

She said: The ghost who bullied Ding Jia was my father