Yicheng, Chunqiu Club.

In the most luxurious private room, the lights are dim and the atmosphere is ambiguous.

A group of well-dressed men and a group of cool-dressed, sexy women were changing glasses of wine. The atmosphere was lively.

"Mr. Zheng, happy wedding, I'll drink this glass of wine, you can do whatever you want."

"Mr. Zheng, if you talk too much, it's all in the wine. I'll do it first."

"Young Master Ting, please take more care of me in the future. Happy wedding."

"Young Master Ting~ Let's have a drink~"

……

The protagonist of the wine shop, Mr. Zheng in the eyes of men, and Mr. Ting in the eyes of women, is Zheng Tinghe.

Zheng Tinghe has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and is extremely handsome. Although his expression is cold, none of the men and women present dare to show dissatisfaction.

Tomorrow is Zheng Tinghe's wedding. He is about to officially enter the wedding hall and enter the siege of marriage.

At the age of twenty-eight, he finally had to lie down in the grave that he had never wanted to enter before, and he was very happy with it.

The regrets and misses of the past will all be over after tonight.

So, under the instigation of Ye Yao, his good friend of more than 20 years, he held a pre-wedding bachelor night party tonight. Unexpectedly, this group of people got the news somewhere and came here after hearing the news.

Congratulations to Zheng Tinghe!

Not only for Zheng Tinghe’s face, but more importantly for the face of the man behind him, Zheng Jiucheng, who has been in Jin Province for thirty years.

After Zheng Tinghe finished dealing with these people, he returned to the sofa and pushed Ye Yao's shoulder.

"Why are these people here?"

Ye Yao shook her head: "I guess they saw it when I posted it on WeChat Moments. I can't help it. Who made you the sole heir of Ninetowns Group? Can they stop flattering you, the crown prince?"

"How about those young women? Would you like to have a friendly battle tonight?"

The tone is frivolous.

Zheng Tinghe glanced sideways at Ye Yao, a little funny: "You dare to pimp me? Aren't you afraid that Luo Yueying will kill you if he finds out?"

Ye Yao laughed: "I'm just kidding, even if you really want to, don't let me know, otherwise this woman Luo Yueying will skin me."

Zheng Tinghe smiled. Who would have thought before that Luo Yueying, that cold and proud woman, would become his future wife.

"By the way, someone else should be coming soon." Ye Yao spoke cautiously.

Just when Zheng Tinghe was about to ask who it was, the door to the private room was pushed open.

What caught Zheng Tinghe's eyes was a beautiful woman in her twenties or eighties, with long hair shawl, tall figure and mature body.

Ning Yu.

Most men have a white moonlight that can make them toss and turn at night, making it difficult to fall asleep. They have never gotten it, but they feel that they have lost it countless times.

Ning Yu is Zheng Tinghe’s white moonlight, which is in the sky and in my heart, but never in my hands.

There is such a sentence that can be used to describe Zheng Tinghe and Ning Yu.

We travel the same road but we don’t know each other.

Even when he and Luo Yueying confirmed their relationship and decided to take the last step of love together, Zheng Tinghe thought in his heart, if at that time...

Forget it, there is no if, and we can’t go back to that time.

Ning Yu pushed open the door of the private room, walked straight towards Zheng Tinghe, and met Zheng Tinghe's eyes.

Neither of them spoke.

The other people in the private room were all human beings. When they saw this scene, they knew that this woman had a close relationship with Master Zheng, so they all sat on the other side of the private room and remained silent.

Ye Yao is also very smart and disappears.

The two protagonists are already in place, and it’s time for the supporting actors on the stage to take their final call.

Ye Yao laughed at herself.

I have really been a supporting role for a lifetime.

"Long time no see." After a long time, Ning Yu smiled brightly.

Zheng Tinghe, who had been silent all this time, saw Ning Yu smiling, and he also smiled casually: "Yeah, long time no see."

If I remember correctly, it has been three years, right?

Ning Yu picked up a clean wine glass on the table, filled it with wine, and raised the glass: "I saw it in Ye Yao's circle of friends. I wish you a happy wedding."

I don’t want to wish you happiness, I just want to wish you happiness.

The wine glass I raise is not only a tribute to you, but also to my own collapse.

Zheng Tinghe couldn't remember how many "Happy Weddings" he heard tonight, but none of them made his heart tremble like this.

"Thank you."

Zheng Tinghe raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

I don’t know why, but this glass of wine is a bit bitter.

After drinking the glass of wine, Ning Yu sat down next to Zheng Tinghe, still looking at each other in silence.

While Zheng Tinghe poured himself a drink, he asked: "What about you? Have you met the right one in all these years?"

Ning Yu shook her head gently: "How can it be so easy to meet the right person? When you reach the age, you can just marry yourself."

If you miss someone, you will just make do for the rest of your life.

"You are still young, so don't worry, you will always find the right one."

Ning Yu suddenly raised her head and stared at Zheng Tinghe with burning eyes: "Can I still meet?"

Zheng Tinghe didn't dare to look directly into Ning Yu's fiery gaze. He turned his head slightly, but an almost crazy idea arose in his heart.

Immediately, he suppressed the crazy idea.

He is getting married.

He is now twenty-eight years old, no longer eighteen.

The word "wish" comes from my heart, and then dies in my heart in a flash.

Seeing that Zheng Tinghe didn't speak, Ning Yu laughed at herself. She picked up the wine glass, drank the golden wine in one gulp, then refilled the glass and drank it all.

Repeatedly.

When Zheng Tinghe saw it, he took Ning Yu's hand and gritted his teeth and said: "Stop drinking. How can you go home if you drink too much."

Ning Yu held Zheng Tinghe's hand with her backhand, her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse: "I'm not going home tonight."

"What are you doing if you don't go home?"

"Find someone to marry yourself."

Zheng Tinghe didn't know if she was putting pressure on herself and forcing herself.

If so, what were you doing so early?

Zheng Tinghe roughly picked her up and pulled her out of the private room.

"What are you doing? Let me go."

Ning Yu tried hard to break away from Zheng Tinghe's hand, but she didn't break away.

Zheng Tinghe pulled her to the door of the Spring and Autumn Club, with a bit of anger in his tone: "What do you want to do? Find someone to marry yourself? What do you think you are?"

Ning Yu whispered stubbornly: "What do you care about?"

Zheng Tinghe raised his eyebrows in annoyance: "What are you crazy about?"

"I regret it."

Ning Yu suddenly put away all the sharp edges and whimpered like a poor kitten.

"Ting He, you said if that time..."

"Ning Yu," Zheng Tinghe looked at Ning Yu seriously and interrupted her, with an expression of nostalgia and relief. "Without Ning Yu, I would get married tomorrow."

"Let's let the past be forgotten."

Everything in this world will eventually have regrets, so don’t worry.

As if accepting her fate, Ning Yu closed her eyes and her body trembled slightly.

Zheng Tinghe took Ning Yu and walked towards the opposite side of the road. The car was over there. He wanted to find a driver to take Ning Yu back.

Just when Zheng Tinghe pulled Ning Yu to the middle of the road, Zheng Tinghe felt a dazzling white light.

Zheng Tinghe, who was already a little drunk, turned his head subconsciously and was almost blinded by the light.

Car's high beam.

Zheng Tinghe seemed to still be able to hear the roar of a speeding car in his ears, but the car did not slow down.

Zheng Tinghe reacted suddenly, but it was too late to dodge. At the last moment when he was still conscious, he pushed Ning Yu hard and pushed her away.

The body is like a parabola, Ning Yu's face is dull and lost.
Chapter completed!