At that moment, the originally solemn and sacred vows were interrupted suddenly and time stopped due to warmth.
The church was eerily quiet, with no sound at all. The only thing that could be seen was that the beautiful bride suddenly turned around, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, slowly falling along her cheeks, "Mos
Sir, it’s time to wake up from your dream!”
"Xin'er, do you remember me?" Mo Sijue's painful expression was still filled with deep joy, but Wen Wen suddenly pulled off the floral gauze on his head and looked at him with hateful eyes, "Oh, what?
Maybe I forgot about you! You murderer..."
At the moment of the gunshot, Wenxin's memories surged out like a surging tide. When a majestic figure stepped forward in the crowd, Wenxin walked towards him without hesitation!
"Xin'er, come here, come to me..." Yin Tianqing smiled at her and waved, and Wen Xin could only see his presence in her eyes!
"Don't go there, Xin'er, don't go there!" Before Mo Sijue had time to catch her, her warm and light body was like a graceful butterfly, and she escaped from him gracefully, just like that time when she held her arm with someone else.
The man held his hand and smiled sweetly at him, "Brother-in-law, you're fine!"
He is not afraid that Wen Xin will hate him, but he is afraid that she will no longer see him in her eyes!
There was already a commotion in the originally quiet church, and Moson reacted immediately. When Feis's tall figure appeared, Yin Zhenghao was also shocked!
"Look clearly, that man, he is your mother-killer, he also killed your child, Xin'er, how can you still marry him?" Feis's gentle and wind-like eyes were not lethal at all,
But he was tempting Lingchi in Wenxin's ears, but to her, it was the most deadly Lingchi!
"Ah!!! Stop talking!" Wen Xin suddenly lost control and covered her ears, her whole body trembling as she grasped Feis's hand tightly. That handsome, indifferent face was the only light she felt.
"Take me away, brother, take me away..."
The memory is like a moonlight treasure box that has been opened. Wen Xin no longer has the strength to recall the scene that made her collapse. She didn't even see Wen Suxin's blood and the child's life for the last time!
"Okay, I'll take you away!" Feis was dressed in white and his eyes were clear. He was like a knight saving an angel. He suddenly hugged Wenxin horizontally. When Mosjue sent people to surround them, he had already hugged them.
Follow her away.
He came prepared, waited for three months, and finally waited for this moment...
Zorro stood in the dark, watching the direction in which the black sports car disappeared, leaving behind a mess on the ground. All the tulips faded overnight...
"Tian Qing, is that person Tian Qing?" Yin Zhenghao suddenly covered his heart, his face flushed with excitement, and an unspeakable joy rose in his eyes.
"Dad, it's not eldest brother, eldest brother is dead!" This was not the first time that Yin Tianqi saw Feis. Even during the period when Wen Wen was in a trance, Feis often went in and out of Yin's house, looking at the face that looked similar to Yin Tianqing's.
, it is not that he has not doubted it, but he buried Yin Tianqing with his own hands four years ago.
"No, I'm not wrong. That's my son. Tian Qing is not dead. He is back. He is back..."
Yin Zhenghao's repeated emphasis must make people believe that it is really Yin Tianqing!
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"Prince, we can't find out his details, but one thing is for sure, there is someone behind him!"
"I don't care who he is? I just want Wenxin to come back and come back to me..." Mo Sijue held the shore table with both hands weakly. It had been twelve hours since Wenxin was taken away, even though he had made complete preparations. But he didn't expect that someone would openly rob someone in the middle of the wedding, and that person would follow him warmly and willingly!
Why did she remember everything at the last moment?
"Prince, Feis, he did not put Miss Wen under house arrest!" Mo Sen's words suddenly struck Mo Sijue like a thorn in his back. He quickly turned his head, and then repeated in disbelief, "What did you say?"
"He did not put Miss Wen under house arrest. Miss Wen left on her own!"
Mo Sen's words immediately made Mo Sijue wild with surprise.
Wen Xin left him and did not return to Yin's house. The next second, he seemed to have guessed where she would go and ran out without even taking the car keys.
Mo Sijue built a separate tomb for Li Yan. He told Wen Xin that she became stupid at that time and had no expression on her face. When Mo Sijue arrived at the cemetery, he saw that she was thin. His body was swaying in the wind like a sapling.
She was still wearing the white wedding dress, and Mo Sijue was wearing the groom's suit.
On that long and heavy road, when he took the ninety-ninth step, he finally walked in front of her. Hearing her low cry, it was like a needle pricking a small hole in his heart. A small hole.
"I'm sorry!" A thousand words turned into only three words, expressing my deep gratitude to her.
It's not that he hasn't thought about everything that will happen after she wakes up, it's just that happiness comes so fast that he doesn't even have time to prepare mentally, and she flies away from his hands again.
"Mo Sijue, the baby is gone, but the eldest brother is back. You and I will always be one step away..."
No pain can be seen in Wen Xin's eyes, she is mourning their dead love!
"Wenxin, what's wrong with you? That person is not Yin Tianqing, please wake up, okay?" Mo Sijue shook her shoulders angrily, why did he always feel that Wenxin had changed, and the way she looked at him changed? Gone, and the emotion that was originally hidden in her eyes was gone.
"You can hate me, but you are not allowed to hurt yourself, Wen Xin, do you hear me clearly? No, I won't allow it!"
Mo Sijue demanded domineeringly in her ear, and Wenxin suddenly smiled softly. She stroked his handsome face with one hand and pressed her whole body against his, "Mo Sijue, you are the one to me. The man I love most in my life is also the person I hate the most!"
"But, Mo Sijue, I find that I don't want to hate you!"
"So, as long as you leave my sight, I will forget you!"
"No, Xin'er, don't forget me, hate me! Only then can I stay in your heart forever..." Mo Sijue held her in his arms fearfully, and snowflakes gradually began to fall in the sky again. It's spring, but this is the first snow in spring.
Even the weather was unpredictable, and Mo Sijue's heart was in a mess. Why, did he feel like he was about to lose her?
"Hate you, hate you..." Wen Xin hugged his broad back, and hatred like ice and fire suddenly condensed in her clear eyes.