What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

Every girl must have fantasized about her marriage with her bestie.

The groom must be handsome, rich, knowledgeable, motivated and considerate to himself, and most importantly, they must love each other.

The wedding should be beautifully decorated, and then you should wear the most luxurious wedding dress, play your favorite music, and exchange rings in the presence of your relatives and friends.

"And there's the bouquet! We can't be careless about this. Last time, when my aunt's little daughter got married, there were two white chrysanthemums in the bouquet. It looked so ugly." Lin Xia Ning imagined herself holding the white chrysanthemums and throwing them out, and quickly shook her head. This absolutely wouldn't work!

She glanced at the two people in front of her who were concentrating on eating popsicles and said, "Did you hear me? When the time comes, you should give me a bouquet of roses. Roses are fine, as long as they look nice."

"But there are two of us." Eighteen-year-old He Yue bit into a popsicle and questioned, "There is only one bouquet."

Lin Xia Ning jumped down from the swing and measured their heights: "It seems that I have a greater chance of getting the bouquet."

After hearing what Lin Xia Ning said, He Yue pretended to look at Luo Yilan with grievance. Luo Yilan couldn't help but curled up the corners of her mouth, forming two dimples.

"Then I'll make two bouquets, one for each of you, and I'll personally hand them to you." Luo Yilan made a gesture of handing over flowers, but Lin Xianing complained, "One for each of you? Luo, you're too greedy!"

"How can I be greedy? Otherwise, I'll have one hand empty." She walked between the two and held their arms. "But the most important thing now is that if we don't leave now, we'll miss the bus!"

"Help, I have an exam tonight!"

The three of them ran towards the bus stop with laughter. On the way, Lin Xia Ning thought about it and couldn't help but remind them while running: "Also want a very long gauze skirt, it looks better!"

"I know--" Luo Yilan replied.

The wind blew away all their innocent and beautiful fantasies.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the three people’s youthful and bright eighteen-year-old self.

-

Luo Yilan is actually getting married.

He Yue and Lin Xia Ning had a love affair when she was 18 years old, which caused a sensation in Qucheng universities.

Luo Yilan is so beautiful, and her suitors can be said to be lined up all the way to France. There are nerds and domineering CEOs, but she has never liked any of them, let alone being together with them. There is not even any ambiguity between them.

Every time Lin Xia Ning showed off her sweet text messages, she looked like she was not interested in it.

"I want to be the Wolf of Wall Street in the future." Luo Yilan expressed her ambitions, making Lin Xia Ning and He Yue burst into laughter.

The beautiful memories came to an abrupt end, He Yue closed her eyes, she should go back.

Even if it's just from a distance, you should go and take a look at Luo Yilan.

She is so beautiful, she will be even more beautiful in a wedding dress.

-

It was a sunny day.

Mingwei Hotel.

At the most luxurious hotels in Qucheng, luxury cars stopped at the door one after another, and the people who got out were all dressed up. The doormen, who had long been trained with a keen eye, would distinguish between the real rich and the fake rich at this time, and then go forward to help the real bosses park their cars and earn some tips by the way.

Until a taxi stopped at the door, the doormen all put away their smiles, looked straight ahead and pretended they saw nothing.

A woman in a baseball cap got off the car with the brim pulled down low. She didn't care that the doorman deliberately ignored her. She just glanced at the electronic notice board at the door: Yunlong 2010 Class 3 Reunion, and then walked in without looking back.

Apparently because they knew about Luo Yilan's marriage, there were a lot of people at this class reunion. They were all curious about what kind of person Luo Yilan, who was so noble before, married.

They were all here to see the joke. Who didn't know that Luo Yilan had one eye stabbed out by her suitor? How could she still marry a good husband?

Luo Yilan seemed to be blind to the ridicule in their eyes and politely distributed invitations to each of them.

Today she was wearing a plain dress, had bangs, and wore glasses, but despite this, when everyone took the invitation, they could still see a hint of white behind her right eye, and then everyone looked at each other tacitly.

"Congratulations, Yilan."

"We will definitely go there when the time comes!"

"You can have three children while you're still young!"

Everyone was chattering away with hypocritical blessings, and at this moment someone with sharp eyes noticed that Luo Yilan still had two invitations in her hand.

Chinese invitations with magnolia flowers on them are particularly elegant.

"This is for Xia Ning and He Yue, right?"

"Yes." Luo Yilan pushed her glasses and spoke softly.

"Oh, they won't come. They haven't come to the class reunion in the past ten years." Someone seemed to feel sorry for Luo Yilan, "It's really hard for you to spend so much time on it."

"Yeah, maybe they have become rich and have forgotten about us a long time ago." Someone responded, seemingly feeling sorry for Luo Yilan.

"By the way, do you teachers have a lot of vacation time? How many days of wedding leave?"

"Your husband is from Yunlong, right? My child is going to high school this year. Can you ask your husband to help?"

The names of Lin Xia Ning and He Yue were quickly swallowed up by more trivial matters, so quickly that Luo Yilan could not remember what they looked like for a while.

Luo Yilan stood in the crowd but could not blend in. She just dealt with everyone's questions with ease while protecting the invitation in her arms.

The magnolia flower above was very fragile, and she was afraid of accidentally breaking the petals, which would make it look ugly.

-

"See? Her eyes are so ugly!"

"Who told her to get involved with some shady hooligans in the past? And she's still pretending to be noble."

In the bathroom, several women who had eaten and drunk their fill were chatting about gossip and putting on makeup, treating gossip as an after-dinner dessert for this feast.

Seeing that Luo Yilan, who was once so proud and outstanding, could only find an ordinary job and marry an ordinary man, everyone smiled happily. After all, Yunlong's students had lived under the shadow of Luo Yilan's excellence for too long.

"But I heard that her husband is very considerate to her and obeys her in everything."

"Nothing serious, the Education Bureau just has a staffing!" The woman glanced at her companion, "She used to act like a flower on the mountain, and she thought she could hook up with Yue Zhou, but now she is no better than me, half-blind."

The woman snorted disdainfully, put her cosmetics back into her bag, turned around and bumped into a toilet plunger, which stuck to her mouth.

"Uuuuuu——"

Another companion also screamed and looked at the woman in the baseball cap who appeared out of nowhere. He was so panicked that he almost bit his tongue: "What are you doing!"

"I'm unclogging the toilet! Can't I? Masked woman—" The woman in the cap was not afraid at all, "Why, is it time to unclog you? Your mouths stink so badly that even more powder can't cover up the stink."

"Uuuuuu——"

They had no time to argue with her and hurried to help someone pull out the plunger. Seeing their flustered look, the woman rolled her eyes, pressed her baseball cap down, and left indifferently without looking back.

After finally pulling out the toilet plunger, the woman screamed and pushed away the classmates who cared about her.

“Lin Xianing!” She wiped the dirty water off her face and cried, “That crazy woman Lin Xianing must be back!”

-

Qucheng is a small city where people like spicy food and are warm and generous. The aroma of barbecue can be smelled on the curb every night.

He Yue hadn't been to this city for a long time, and for a moment she was actually a little homesick. She was lost in thought and wandering aimlessly on the streets until she came to a three-way intersection.

Stop at red light.

She also stopped and looked around, her sight finally falling on the two-story bridal shop across the street, where a woman was trying on a wedding dress with a happy look on her face.

"So beautiful." He Yue murmured to herself. Her fear turned into longing at this moment, making her burst into tears.

Luo Yilan, who was trying on a wedding dress, was holding her husband's hand and taking a photo with him.

Tan Lang and Xie Nu are a match made in heaven.

A salesperson came out carrying two exquisite gauze skirts and showed them to Luo Yilan. Luo Yilan looked at them carefully and gestured something to the salesperson.

He Yue couldn't hear it, but she could guess.

She must have been saying that one of the dresses needed to be longer because one of her bridesmaids was tall.

"Aning..." It was Lin Xia Ning who was taller.

Luo Yilan really prepared bridesmaids veils for both of them, and she had never forgotten them!

Even though the invitation had not been sent out and even though they had not met yet, Luo Yilan had already prepared everything.

He Yue sobbed hard and couldn't stop. She trembled and grabbed her arms, crying harder and harder as she stood in the crowd.

When she turned her head inadvertently, she saw another extremely familiar figure. He Yue was stunned and stared at the person blankly.

On the other side of the three-way intersection, a woman slowly took off her baseball cap, her long hair fluttering in the wind, revealing scarlet tearful eyes. She tilted her head and smiled, and lip-synced to He Yue.

Yue Xiaoniu, long time no see.

Amid the hustle and bustle of traffic, three people just stood at the three-way intersection. They had already walked through life alone for a very, very long period of time.

As the two looked at each other, dark clouds suddenly covered the sky, but soon a dazzling red light penetrated the clouds and fell on the panicked crowd.

"Why did the weather change?"

The three of them looked up at the strange sky at the same time. For some reason, they felt their heartbeats quicken and the world became noisy and harsh.

He Yue slowly lowered her head. She saw Lin Xia Ning with a terrified look on her face. She had thrown away her baseball cap and was running towards her regardless of the red light.

"Heyue, get out of the way!"

"boom!"

The feeling of weightlessness lifted He Yue up high, and the blood-red full moon seemed to be within reach.

And she clearly heard the sound of her bones breaking.

He Yue turned her head to look at the person driving the car. After seeing his face clearly, her pupils shrank unconsciously. It turned out that the person who drove the car and hit her was Da He!

It was the 38-year-old self who was driving and trying to kill himself!