The arms he held were stiff, then he let go of her arm, turned around and looked back at the door.
Mo Jingyu was not only surprised at this moment, but also had complex emotions that kept welling up in his chest. His purple pupils were not constricted.
Everyone looked curiously at Bo Liangyin above, and then looked back at Chen Caiwei, who was elegant and refined. They had different expressions, some were surprised, some were sneering, and of course some were watching the show.
Mo Jingyu walked down the steps step by step and walked towards Chen Caiwei, clenching his fists and trembling slightly.
"Wei Wei?" He asked in a low voice, his voice was hoarse, filled with longing and doubt.
Chen Caiwei burst into tears and looked at the handsome man walking slowly with sad eyes, "Jingyu, it's me, I'm Weiwei, I'm back."
The next moment, she was pulled into a warm and broad chest. This embrace was something she had dreamed of for a long time, so long that she could no longer look back.
Bo Liangyin crossed her arms and looked at the scene in front of her with a half-smile. Only she knew that there was a crack in her heart.
Very good, Chen Caiwei, you are indeed ruthless and vicious.
Chen Caiwei raised her head and smiled at Bo Liangyin, her eyes shining with victory.
Bo Liangyin, no matter whether you leave or not, I will not let you have an easy time as punishment for occupying him like this.
Bo Liangyin lowered his eyes and smiled softly, and walked slowly over. In the silent church, the laughter was particularly clear.
"Pa—" Everyone was a little unable to react, and Bo Liangyin slapped Chen Caiwei on the face.
"Ah!" Chen Caiwei screamed.
"Wei Wei, how are you?" Mo Jingyu pulled away from her and looked anxiously at her already red and swollen cheeks.
"Jingyu, I, it's okay. It's my fault today, but Jingyu, I absolutely can't watch you marry another woman. I love you, I love you." Chen Caiwei's sad voice made Bo, who was supposed to be the bride,
Liangyin suddenly became an evil bitch.
"Bo Liangyin, are you crazy?" Mo Jingyu turned around and yelled, she actually dared to hit Weiwei, how dared.
"Oh, do you feel bad?" Bo Liangyin sneered, "But Chen Caiwei, you deserve this. Since you gave me such a big gift, it seems a bit unreasonable for me not to reciprocate. But don't worry, Mo Jing and I
Yu’s cooperation ended prematurely.”
She threw off the bouquet in her hand gracefully, took off the lace on her head, bent down slightly, and tugged at the middle of the wedding dress with her hands. With a "stitching" sound, the wedding dress tore apart and turned into a knee-length skirt.
"What do you want?" Seeing her expression and movements, the slight joy at first turned into worry.
Is she leaving?
You should have left a long time ago, right? Why do you feel so sad?
"How about what? Leave of course." She chuckled, "Your sweetheart is back, I won't take over Mrs. Mo's position without knowing it, right? It's better to leave by yourself than to be kicked out."
"Bo Liangyin, don't go too far." He was slightly angry. Only women kept coming close to him, and no one would be willing to run away from him.
For the first time, Mo Jingyu became obsessed with a woman and lost confidence in his own charm.
"You are the one who went too far." The speaker was Mo Yingqi, the old man of the Mo family.