Aneirin knew that Nacho would lose his temper. When he saw Nacho throw the ashtray at him, he avoided it nimbly.The ashtray fell to the ground with a loud sound. Aneirin patted himself on the chest and let out a breath to comfort himself, "It's so dangerous. My forehead almost got hit."
Nacho looked at Aneirin with a grim face and walked away. When he was about to leave, Aneirin immediately stopped him.
"Are you angry now? Or are you jealous? Are you in a bad mood because Mignon is going to get engaged to Alvin?" Aneirin deliberately provoked Nacho. Looking at Nacho's straight face, he rolled his eyes and touched his chin as he added.
"Mignon and Alvin are buying the wedding dress in Milan now. If you want to see how Mignon looks like in a wedding dress, I advise you to go there now. You can also see how sweet Mignon and Alvin are."
"Bang." Nacho's face was gloomy. After walking out of the room, he slammed the door with his hand and made a loud noise.
Aneirin looked at the door which was slammed by Nacho with his face darkened. He shook his head and complained in his heart.
"You're obviously jealous. Why do you pretend that you don't care?" When Nacho drove to Milan wedding dress shop, he saw Mignon and Alvin's car at the gate of the wedding dress shop from a distance.
He felt that his heart seemed to be tightened up by something slowly, painful and uneasy.
His hand was on the steering wheel, and his face was grim and doleful.
After parking the car on the opposite road, he opened the car door and got out of the car.
He was particularly good-looking. Standing in the crowd, he attracted a lot of people's attention.
Nacho ignored the eyes of those people. He just stood in the corner and quietly looked at the wedding dress shop opposite.
Mignon was choosing a wedding dress, while Alvin was standing next to her. He was talking to Mignon with his handsome face full of happiness and tenderness.
From time to time, Mignon would respond to Alvin with a beautiful smile on her face.
Nacho's breathing became somewhat rapid. He felt that he couldn't breathe anymore.
He was very sad... and even... felt very painful.
He didn't know how to control this kind of grieved emotion. He was almost overwhelmed by sorrow.
Mignon changed into a pure white wedding dress. The wedding dress didn't look gorgeous, but it was elegant and chic.
When Mignon came out, Nacho seemed to see the scene when he married Mignon. At that time, Mignon was also so charming, but the man standing beside her was him.
Nacho looked at Mignon for a long time. He slowly squatted down, grabbed the clothes on his chest with his right hand, and gasped violently.
There was a hint of melancholy and depression on his face.
His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Mignon not far away with dejected eyes.
"Mignon..."
The sadness seemed to have turned into a sharp knife and pierced through his heart, he was so overwhelmed with grief.
He reached out his hand and wanted to hug Mignon, but he could only see her lean against Alvin's body and smile. Her beautiful face looked so happy.
Nacho was afraid to see Mignon become Alvin's wife. He didn't want Mignon to sleep on the same bed with Alvin and groan coquettishly.
He ran away awkwardly and stumbled away.
In the wedding dress shop.
With a heart- wrenching pain, Mignon covered her heart and looked at the road across the wedding dress shop.
However, there was no one on the road. Mignon's expression was somewhat absent-minded and sad. She looked at the road quietly with a sombre and lonely face.
"What's wrong?" Noticing the strange expression on Mignon's face, Alvin put his arms around her waist with concern.
The expression on Mignon's face just now was very mournful, as if she was going to leave him immediately, which made Alvin's mood gradually become anxious.
"He's here." Mignon turned around, put down her hand and said to Alvin.
Alvin knew very well who Mignon meant. He looked at the opposite road with grim eyes, but there was nothing on the road except for the passers-by.
"Maybe you think too much. He's not here." Alvin looked at Mignon with confusion and shook his head.
"No, I can feel that he's here." Mignon stared at Alvin and said.
Alvin looked at Mignon who was so stubborn with distress in his eyes. At this time, the photographer asked them to take pictures. Mignon shook her head and took Alvin to take wedding photos.
"Nacho... Since you refuse to see me, I push you in this way. If you still refuse to admit your identity, then... I won't insist anymore. I will marry Alvin, become his wife, and then we won't have anything to do with each other."
"I'll never pester you again."
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