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It tells a poignant love story. He was the most heroic man in history, and before his death he sang a sad song about a woman; she was the most charming woman in history, and before her death she danced a story about steadfast love. The story of the two had no beginning, only an ending of parting in death. After his death, he became a demon for her, and fought fiercely with the immortals of the three realms. After he was killed, his unique seven souls were hidden in various places by the immortals; she became a ghost for him, and before she passed away, she smashed Meng Po's soup bowl, and her soul flew away. Even so, he still vowed to subvert the three realms, find her in the next reincarnation, and marry her, even if it took a thousand years.

I will marry you in a thousand years.

Seeing Yiyi asking some absurd questions seriously, Haozhen laughed and said, "Haha, I'm very happy with you. You have a lot of weird ideas in your head."

A waiter stood respectfully in front of their table with a menu.

Haozhen didn't even look at the list, and ordered a few dishes casually: "Two French steaks, two pan-fried French foie gras with Campari, two scallop king broccoli juice, do you want some apple pie?"

Yiyi was so distracted by what she heard that she could only nod her head.

Yiyi supported her head with her hand and said jokingly, "If you are really so rich, I will marry you immediately."

At this time, a waitress came to bring water. When she heard Yiyi's words, she thought Yiyi was shamelessly trying to stick to the rich handsome guy, so she looked at her with contempt, threw the cup down lightly, and walked away proudly. She held her head high, as if she was despising Yiyi.

Yiyi pinched her waist and said, "Hey, girl, wait and see how I'll deal with you later."

Having said that, staring at the delicious food in front of her, Yiyi didn't have time to argue with the waitress and started eating quickly.

Haozhen looked at Yiyi eating contentedly: "Are you always so happy when eating?"

Yiyi shook her head and said: "Of course, food is given by God. He gave us food so that we can be healthy and happy, so we must be grateful and happy when eating, otherwise it would be a waste of God's good intentions, wouldn't it?"

Yiyi stopped the knife and fork in her hand and asked Haozhen a question: "Do you know that many girls have had the same dream?"

"Many modern girls dream of having a handsome, rich, and loyal boyfriend who can wait for her for a lifetime. Do you know? You have greatly satisfied my vanity today. Didn't you hear the sighs of the girls around you when you drove me away? Haha! I really don't understand, such a treasure, why did Wei'er bear to throw it away and go to find my piece of scrap copper and iron? Has she read too many fairy tales?" Yiyi bit the fork lightly and giggled softly, like a mouse who stole eggs.

Haozhen looked at Yiyi who was secretly delighted and said, "You are such a strange girl."

"Tsk, what's strange or not. I just took advantage of my parents and was given this good appearance, so many people indulge me. If it was Sister Feng who said this to you, you would have vomited long ago. Donor, don't be surprised, Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, hehehe..."

Haozhen had a very happy meal. It seemed that he was influenced by Yiyi and ate a lot more than usual.

"It's still early, where do you want to go?"

"Just drive around and continue to satisfy my vanity." Yiyi's little face was flushed against the background of red wine, which was very touching.

Haozhen's heart suddenly moved, as if he was moved. Men can easily fall in love with a gentle, dignified, elegant, and playful beauty.

He calmed his mind, drove the car to the city, and drove slowly in the noisy crowd and traffic. "Stop, stop."

When the car turned into a relatively remote alley and arrived in front of a wedding photo studio, Yiyi called Haozhen.

At ten o'clock, the wedding photo studio was already deserted. The wedding dresses in the floor-to-ceiling glass looked particularly beautiful under the soft light.

Happiness seems like a lifetime ago (IV)