Feng Jicheng inadvertently turned his head to look at Simiao and found that her delicate little face was full of tears. He asked warmly and distressedly, "What's wrong? She's crying like a little cat."
"It's nothing," Simiao shook her head and said with sobs, "I just thought that Xue was so lucky. After experiencing a marathon relationship, she and Junxi finally got married. I'm happy for her." Also, I have worn a wedding dress before.
, but why is I not so happy as Xue? Ever since I put on the wedding dress, life has become a lot of troubles. It seems that I am not worthy of wearing the wedding dress.
"Fool" Feng Jicheng smiled fondly and gently wiped away the tears on Simiao's face. "She is really a sentimental little woman." He paused with his hands. With his keen insight, he could clearly feel a pair of cold arrows shooting out.
His eyes were watching him. Only one person could give him such a strong feeling, and that was Ouyang Ji. Here he was! Looking around, he saw that the wedding was over, and the guests were surrounding the bride and groom as they walked out.
He couldn't see Ouyang Ji in the crowd, but the strong feeling was unmistakable.
"What are you looking at?" Simiao asked curiously without noticing. Seeing Feng Jicheng shaking his head, he stood up and wanted to follow the crowd and walked out, but his delicate hand was suddenly grabbed by a hand, and he followed it suspiciously.
Go, "Feng, what's wrong? You seem nervous?".
"There are so many people, what if I lose you, so follow me." Feng Jicheng gave a faint smile, and gently held the broken hair in front of Simiao's face with his big hands.
Simiao smiled disapprovingly and said, "What nonsense?" and walked with Feng Jicheng along with the crowd.
The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing. Han Xue stood in front of the Notre Dame Cathedral with a bouquet in her hand, ready to throw the bouquet in her hand to the next happy little woman to be married. She turned her head slightly and looked at Simiao's position, but
I found that Simiao was not among the people who wanted to receive the bouquet.
"Why don't you go grab the bouquet?" Feng Jicheng smiled brightly and looked at Simiao, who had a peaceful face, with his deep and bright eyes.
Simiao smiled and replied, "Marriage is not for me. As for me, I just want to live a quiet life with Tongtong." As soon as she finished speaking, a colorful ball hit her in the air. She caught it out of instinct. Was it a bouquet?
!!!Took a few steps forward and looked at where Han Xue was. She smiled mischievously, with a look of triumphant intent, and murmured, "Damn, you're setting me up." Suddenly, two people stood beside her, one on the left and one on the right.
A tall figure loomed over her smaller body.
Turning around to look, on the left was Feng Jicheng, who had a handsome face and was nervous. On the right, he lowered his eyelids, and with the beating heartbeat in his heart, it must not be Ouyang Ji. He slowly raised his head and looked at it. Time seemed to have stopped, and there was a picture that had been there.
In the dream, whether it was a sweet dream or a nightmare, a familiar stern face appeared and murmured, "Ouyang Ji?".
Tai Junxi and Han Xue, who were preparing for their honeymoon, were sitting in the car, looking at Simiao holding a bouquet of flowers, and Feng Jicheng and Ouyang Ji standing beside her on the left and right, who were equally handsome but not domineering.
Han Xue smiled and asked Xiangtai Junxi, "Junxi, who do you think Simiao will choose in the end?".
"It's hard to talk about feelings," Tai Junxi said warmly, holding his aunt in his arms, "No matter who it is, I hope Zhen Zhen can find her true happiness." The driver started the car's engine...
Ouyang Ji had a sullen face, a deep hurt flashed in his eyes, and his thin lips curved into a bitter arc, "So you are really with him."
"This has nothing to do with you." Simiao's long eyelashes blinked up and down, and her uneasiness could be seen. Her slender hand held Feng Jicheng's hand in a gesture to leave, but Ouyang Ji blocked the way, and he asked in a low voice.
, "How come it has nothing to do with me? You are my wife. Even if you run away from home for 465 days, you are still my legal wife." Every day he lives like a year.
Yes, it's time for 465! Simiao looked at Ouyang Ji with crystal eyes and sneered, "Have you lost your memory too? We obviously divorced the night before I left Ouyang House. You are not my husband now.
And I am not your wife."
Ouyang Ji was frightened by Simiao's words. He frowned and said firmly, "No way, I didn't agree to divorce you at all!".
"But you have already signed the divorce agreement I gave you," Simiao said in a calm voice. At this moment, she realized that she had failed. She failed so miserably. She thought she would accidentally see Ouyang Ji on the street one day.
, she would greet him casually, proving that she had stepped out of the shadow he had given her, but now she realized that she didn't even have the courage to look at him, and her heart still felt a little painful!
Ouyang Ji's sharp eyes looked at Simiao who looked serious. She was not lying. Then, "I don't know anything about the divorce signing. I will investigate this matter clearly." He held Simiao's wrist with his big hand, "
Before I figure it out, you have to go back with me."
"Let her go!" Feng Jicheng said angrily in a cold voice. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Ouyang Ji, the man who hurt Simiao the most, solemnly said, "Mr. Ou, please let go of my fiancée."
!".
Fiancée?! Hearing these three words, Ouyang Ji was shocked all over. His bright blue pupils tightened violently. He asked Simiao, who had his head lowered. Only he knew the trembling in his voice, "Look up and tell me, you are not
His fiancée".
Regarding the identity of Feng Jicheng's fiancée, Simiao was also very surprised. He slowly raised his head and looked at Ouyang Ji. His face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were covered with a layer of hurt. He deliberately ignored it and looked at Ouyang Ji with clear eyes.
Feng Jicheng nervously opened his red lips and said with a slight smile, "Feng is right, I am indeed his fiancée."
Feng Jicheng breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and pressed a gentle kiss on Simiao's forehead, "Miao, let's not waste time anymore, ask Tongtong to go home with us." As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang
Ji then punched him in the handsome face, causing him to fall to the ground unexpectedly. Fortunately, the green grass did not hurt him.
Ouyang Ji arrogantly hugged Simiao, who exclaimed and wanted to help Feng Jicheng up, in his arms. He looked down at Feng Jicheng who fell to the ground and said forcefully like a king, "She is mine.
"Woman, even if she gets a signed divorce agreement, it is not signed by me, and it is legally invalid. Therefore, I have the right to take my wife who has run away from home back."
"Is it legally invalid?" Feng Jicheng laughed mockingly, stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, frowned, and approached Ouyang Ji, "The same was true for your and Miao's marriage certificate back then.
It was done without Miao's knowledge. Now you raise the law, don't you think it's ridiculous?" He grabbed Simiao's delicate hand with one hand and tried to bring her into his arms. With a little force, Ouyang Ji noticed that he was being
He grabbed Simiao's wrist, causing Simiao's wrists to be held by two people and stood in the middle.