[69 Book Bar - www.] Xiang Yimo opened her eyes wide and blinked in astonishment, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. She stared blankly at the enlarged handsome face in front of her, suddenly struck by Chu Zhanjin
His movements were petrified, his whole body was stiff and motionless.
A thief smile appeared at the corner of Chu Zhanjin's mouth. He breathed and smelled the fresh and elegant fragrance of her body. Suddenly, a faint light flashed through his lens, and he leaned towards Xiang Yimo. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and immediately turned her head.
She turned around and avoided his forced kiss.
"Mo'er, this is the happiest moment in my life!" Chu Zhanjin murmured, tilting his head, and a light kiss fell on her cheek, sliding across it like a dragonfly touching water, without any ambiguity or teasing.
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However, from the perspective of the guests, the two people were kissing passionately and rolling around. The cheers became louder and louder, almost tearing down the roof.
Nangong Han's pupils tightened, sparks bursting out, and he stared at the two people kissing fiercely in front of him like an eagle's eyes. He grabbed one of Teng Yue's arms, bent his waist, and threw him over his shoulder.
, knocking him down directly.
"Ouch!" Teng Yue's back fell heavily to the ground and he let out a painful cry.
"Xiang! Yi! Mo!" Nangong Han said one word at a time, calling her by name, which showed how angry he was.
His angry voice was quickly covered up by the noise, but Xiang Yimo heard it clearly. His back felt chilly, and a slight chill penetrated his bones. He suddenly pushed Chu Zhanjin away, and caught a glimpse of Chong from the corner of his eye.
Nangong Han came up, immediately picked up his skirt and walked out of the church through the side door.
"Mo'er!" Chu Zhanjin immediately chased after him.
"This is such an anxious couple!" the priest said with emotion, crossed himself with his right hand on his chest, and prayed silently.
Outside the church, the grass was growing, and the green grass was as thin as velvet and as messy as a carpet. Xiang Yimo ran wildly, but she was wearing a pair of seven-inch pointed stilettos, and it was very difficult to run with every step.
"Xiang Yimo, don't run away!" Nangong Han chased after him.
Chu Zhanjin suddenly stopped, stretched out his arms, and blocked Nangong Han's path, "I want to explain this matter clearly to you!"
"Who wants to listen to your explanation!" Nangong Han tightened his fist and punched him directly in the face.
He fell sideways, with a trace of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. His head suddenly became dizzy, and his vision became increasingly blurry and darker. He lay on the ground, frowning, and gasping for air.
"How dare you open your mouth to explain to me!" Nangong Han grabbed his collar and punched him——
Xiang Yimo rushed over and grabbed his arm, "That's enough, don't hit him!"
"Get out of the way!" He waved his hand, but Xiang Yimo couldn't stand still, twisted his ankle, and fell directly to the ground.
"Mo'er!" Chu Zhanjin whispered worriedly, "You're not right?"
"She is my wife, you don't need to take care of it!" Nangong Han suddenly loosened his grip and pushed him away. Then he walked towards Xiang Yimo, picked her up by the waist, put her on his shoulders, and strode towards the parking lot.
Xiang Yimo struggled and resisted, "Put me down! I can walk by myself!"
Nangong Han had a dark face, ignored her, strode to the parking lot, and roughly threw Xiang Yimo into the passenger seat.
"I'm not a sack. I resist and throw away!" Xiang Yimo pouted and murmured.
Nangong Han sat in the car, took out a wet wipe and extended it to Xiang Yimo.
She turned around warily, "What do you want to do?"
"Wipe your mouth!" Nangong Han's tone was cold, like a thousand-year ice pool radiating a bone-chilling coldness. "There is no alcohol here. I'll disinfect your mouth when I go back!" As he said that, the wet wipes were pressed against her.
on her mouth, wiping her lips savagely and roughly.
Xiang Yimo was so angry that he gritted his teeth and swatted his hand away, "I wasn't kissed by him! I was just borrowing my seat!"
Nangong Han snorted, threw away the wet wipes, stepped on the accelerator angrily, and the car rushed out——
The sudden inertia made Xiang Yimo lean back. She pursed her lips, swallowed her anger, and explained, "My sister didn't want the wedding to be cancelled, so she asked me to take her place and hold the wedding ceremony with Chu Zhanjin.
We're just acting, it's not real."
Nangong Han's Chenjun's expression did not soften at all, his eyes were staring straight ahead, his profile was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were cold and frosty, without a trace of warmth.
"I'm sorry! I promise there won't be a next time!" Xiang Yimo curled her lips and apologized in a low voice, but he still didn't respond. Now, she lost her patience, "I've already apologized.
Yes, what else do you want? Before, I replaced my sister and became your wife. This time, I replaced my sister and became Chu Zhanjin’s bride. Once for each of us, how fair, there is nothing to be angry about!"
Bo Liang's lips parted slightly, and he snorted coldly, "My wife is about to marry someone else, and I don't even have the right to be angry!"
"I told you, this is just a show!" Xiang Yimo was furious and stopped paying attention to him. He turned his head and looked out the window.
The temperature inside the car suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the airflow gradually condensed.
The speed of the car is getting faster and faster, flashing like lightning. The scenery outside the car window is passing by quickly, blurry...
He braked suddenly and stopped in front of his house.
Nangong Han said nothing, walked out of the car, closed the car door, walked around to the other side, and directly hugged Xiang Yimo.
"Let me go, I can walk by myself!"
"Do you want me to throw you into a swimming pool or a shark tank?"
"Whatever you want! It's not like I haven't been thrown away by you before!" Xiang Yimo was as stubborn as a cow. Even if he was bruised and bruised, he would not bow his head and beg for mercy.
Nangong Han still struggled with her, but he just held her and walked straight upstairs and threw her on the big bed.
The layers of wedding dresses were soft and fluttering, like flower petals blooming. Xiang Yimo climbed up and glared at him, "Can you be more sensible? Chu Zhanjin is now my brother-in-law. He and I really have no relationship."
What!"
"I'm very rational now!" Nangong Han had a gloomy face, squatted down, and grabbed her ankle, "Just because you don't have feelings for him, doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings for you!"
The way Chu Zhanjin looked at her was filled with deep affection, which anyone with a discerning eye could see at a glance.
"It hurts..." Xiang Yimo couldn't help shouting, and sharp pain came from his ankle.