Xia Chen finished washing and allowed Mo Yan to take her out of the room and into the car.
Everything is so natural. If you think about it carefully, the memories between her and Mo Yan have always been about fighting, separation, and pain. Every time they meet, they are thinking about how long they can stay before they are separated.
We have known each other for five or six years, but we have only been together for less than a hundred days.
Immediately, a bright smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and even within a hundred days, his son was born for him.
"Poof```"
Thinking of this, Xia Qi smiled. This cutting corners was too serious. There was no wedding, no proposal, and she gave birth to a son and a daughter in a daze. In fact, she was not expensive.
Suddenly hearing Xia Qi's joyful laughter, Mo Yan was pulled back from his sadness and reached out to hold her hand. His gleaming purple eyes were filled with enchanting beauty and indescribable beauty, "Laugh.
What?"
"Mo Yan, how much do you think I'm worth?"
The sparkling eyes gave off the luster of obsidian that can only be seen under sunlight. Mo Yan raised the corners of his mouth and gave her a smile that charmed everyone, "Priceless."
If Xia Qi can be measured by price, then it will be Mo Yan's lifetime wealth. If it is not enough, it is still not enough. Xia Qi is priceless, because there is only one Xia Qi in the world.
Xia Chen smiled with satisfaction, "I guess you know the stuff."
Looking at her bright eyes, he said nothing and kept looking at her indulgently. Xia Qi let Mo Yan hold her hand tightly, while she leaned against the window of the convertible, letting the breeze
Blowing her long, silky hair away, her hair was black and silky, very long, waist-length, and felt good.
Being blown by the wind like this, there is a free and easy domineering hidden inside.
After a long time, Mo Yan drove the car to the beach. Behind the rocks, Xia Qi turned her head in confusion, "Mo Yan, where is this?"
"Lost."
"asshole."
You dare to take her out even if you can't find the way. Are you illiterate? You're uneducated, that's terrible.
Mo Yan pushed her hair behind her ears and said, "Wait for me here. I'll be right over."
Xia Qi waved her hand towards him, "Go, just don't forget me." She then gave him a bright smile. Xia Qi's face became paler. For her, every second of time was a burden.
Mo Yan was heartbroken and upset, but there was nothing he could do.
Until his figure disappeared from sight, the smile on her face stiffened little by little, her hands clutched her chest tightly, and her face turned pale without any blood.
She looked at the boundless sea with a faint smile, "Can't you give me one more day?"
Or does God think that Xia Qin has killed countless people in his life, so it is the best way to go to hell early? God, it turns out that he has eyes.
She closed her eyes in pain, her brows knitted together. Large drops of sweat rolled down her cheeks, and even breathing almost became a torture. The terrifying power in her body seemed to be awakening little by little.
, every minute that passes, the pain gets worse.
Ruisha, who was far away on Panhai Island, looked at the lizard in the container, which slowly turned into a dazzling red, and the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful curve. Mo Wu came in and saw the lizard gradually turning into fiery red, and narrowed his eyes in surprise.
Squint your eyes.
"Success?"
"If she dies, it will be successful." Raisa's face turned ferocious. It was the joy of getting the ultimate black witchcraft, and the expectation that the end of Xia Qin's life meant the ultimate birth of black witchcraft.
Looking at the crazy woman in front of him, Mo Wu stood aside silently.
Is such a decision a good or bad decision?
"Xia Qi ````"" When Xia Qi almost fainted from the pain, Fu Siyao's charming voice came to his ears. His voice was very soft and pleasant. Xia Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead. Zhu smiled, pale, sickly, but breathtakingly beautiful, "Fu Siyang, why are you here?"
Fu Siyang handed over the bag in his hand, his peach blossom eyes glowing with a special charm, "Hurry up and put it on, everyone is waiting for you."
Throwing the bag into Xia Qi's hand, Xia Qi looked at the soft bag in her hand suspiciously, imagining what kind of shameful thing was inside. When she thought that it might be something like a hugging bear, she felt a chill all over her body. .
Fu Siyang smiled and said, "Take it out and take a look?"
"It's not a toy for the mentally retarded like a teddy bear. It's also cheap."
Fu Siyang: "``````" Can you enrich your imagination a little bit, Miss Xia?
Xia Qi finally opened the bag, but her dark jade eyes widened. The wedding dress? It was the wedding dress she tried on at the beginning. Xia Qi looked at Fu Siyang in surprise, but didn't know what to say. Instead, it was Fu Siyao. Si Yang curled his lips evilly, "Xia Qi put it on and go to Yan's bride, he is waiting for you."
"You said ```" Xia Qi raised her clear eyes, "Yan ``` wants to marry me?"
Fu Siyang's heart was filled with confusion, and he leaned down and grabbed Xia Qi's shoulders, "Believe me, no one can stand by his side except you."
"I see."
Xia Qi felt particularly uncomfortable as she held the wedding dress in her hands. She never thought that one day she would wear a wedding dress.
A few minutes later, Xia Qi walked out of the car. Fu Siyang's eyes lit up, and his fairy-like features were full of joyful admiration. Mo Yan had really found a treasure.
Fu Siyang took her hand and walked out from behind the rock. In an instant, Xia Qi burst into tears.
Because the red carpet was spread from her feet to the end of the man's feet who was waiting for her.
Fu Siyang covered her ear and said, "Xia Chen, go, he is waiting for you."
Xia Qi smiled and nodded, stepped on it gently, and walked slowly towards it step by step.
Mo Yan's wedding for her was overwhelmingly purple, with a purple altar, purple tables and chairs, a sea of purple flowers, and purple arches. Mo Yan was wearing a crisp black suit, standing in front of the altar with stunning charm. He stared at her with a smile, a heart-wrenching smile on his lips.
Xia Chen suppressed her inner excitement and walked along the red carpet to the end.
Mo Yan stretched out his hand and took the finger she handed over. His hand was trembling, and so was hers.
"Xia Qi."
When Xia Chen stretched out his hand into Mo Yan's hand, a shadow appeared in the crowd not far away. Xia Chen remembered her, Ye Yunxi, a woman who had a relationship with her. Xia Chen smiled, enchanting and bewitching , "Yeyunxi."
"Bless you."
Ye Yunxi's eyes were a little bitter, and she couldn't say a word when she looked at them, because she didn't expect to fall so deeply in love with the man with purple eyes in front of her when they met again.
"Thank you."
The priest's oath, the oath of Mo Yan and Xia Qi.
Everything seemed natural, but there was a lingering haze, because the pain made everyone remember this moment endlessly. The memories of the past appeared in the minds of the wedding attendees like a fleeting glance, and Meili's eyes stung.
When I was willing to say that sentence, Meili finally shed tears. Those two people obviously did nothing and were smiling so happily, but looking at them, there was a kind of cold sadness.
When a delicate ring was put on Xia Qi's hand, Xia Qi's warm tears fell down her delicate face.
Mo Yan leaned over and kissed her thin lips gently.