The corners of Zhang Mofei's mouth twitched, and without saying a word, he took the glass of white wine from the little girl's hand and drank it in one gulp.
This is a very popular little sweetheart.
Maybe this two bitch could pull out a pistol and put it to her head.
After drinking a cup of Shaodaozi, it burned from my mouth to my throat and then my abdomen, and my face turned red.
She squinted at the two bastards, who were in suits and leather shoes, as if they were possessed by monsters. She held a red wine glass between her long white fingers, sitting lazily, looking at the little girl standing in front of her with doting eyes.
She curled her lips and leaned into Mu Mu's ear with a smile, "Mu Mu, persistence is victory, success is the kingly way, take the original path."
These words undoubtedly persuaded Mu Mu to choose her childhood sweetheart.
When the green plums are ripe, there will naturally be bamboo horses to pick them. She is the most supportive of childhood sweethearts.
Mu Mu stared at Zhang Mofei with big watery eyes. She was confused at first, but then she understood what Zhang Mofei meant after looking at Pei Mochen beside her.
He nodded in agreement and said, "I thought so too."
She won't pay attention to these two uncles who are so much older than herself, huh.
Zhang Mofei held Pei Mochen's arm and continued to toast. After drinking a glass of white wine, she walked a little crookedly.
"Father Cheng, Mother Cheng, Yang Yang and I respect you, thank you."
Cheng Shenke's family is like her natal family, and they must take the most important seat today.
Sitting at this table were their closest relatives and elders, as well as Zhang Jingyou and Sisi Niannian.
After drinking a glass of red wine, she bent down and sat down next to Cheng Shenke.
Pei Mochen also sat down.
"Sang Ke, you have done something wrong to yourself and you will not survive. You have done something wrong to yourself..."
A long tone and a lingering sigh.
She looked at Pei Ruomian, who was sitting at the bridesmaid's and groomsmen's table, and Xia Qihang beside her.
Things in the world are impermanent, and fate is shallow and deep. It all depends on personal destiny.
Cheng Shenke held the wine glass and took a sip. His slightly pursed lips curled up, and his smile was colorless.
If he can't let go, she no longer belongs to him.
'Bang!'
"Jingyou!"
A gunshot was followed by Zhang Mofei and Lu Anyi's painful screams.
Zhang Jingyou lay on Sisi and Niannian's back, her body sliding down a little bit.
She curved her red lips and showed a relieved smile to Zhang Mofei.
"Jingyou, Jingyou!"
Zhang Mofei stood up and fell down again, and finally Cheng Shenke helped her walk to Zhang Jingyou's side.
She pushed aside all the people surrounding Zhang Jingyou, knelt down on her knees, and hugged her.
"Jingyou, sister will take you home, Jingyou is not afraid."
The crying around her made her angry, "Don't cry."
Zhang Jingyou moved her hands weakly to Zhang Mofei's leg, the leg she had broken in a car accident five years ago, "Sister, I'm sorry... I... I killed my parents and... I almost...
you."
Because they had to catch a flight back to celebrate her birthday, her parents didn't have time to have breakfast at the hotel. They ate unclean breakfast on the roadside and got very hungry. They couldn't hold on until halfway and asked my sister to drive.
But she hasn't told her yet, which made her hate her for ten years, so much so that she wanted to unite with the bad guys to kill her.
Zhang Mofei cried and shook her head, "It's not like that, no, no, I don't blame you, I don't blame you."
"Sister, I can finally see my parents..."
After saying that, his hand slipped down from Zhang Mofei's leg.
She closed her eyes peacefully, no longer seeing her often frowning brows and her melancholy eyes.
"Jingyou!"
Her parents died in front of her, and now her sister died in her arms.
Zhang Mofei took a breath and passed out.
It's winter again, and there's heavy snow falling outside.
The man and his two children were building a snowman in the yard. The woman stood at the door and looked at the snowman they had built and couldn't help crying.
It was like this when I was a child, my father and Jingyou were building a snowman at the door, and my mother was standing at the door looking at them with a smile.
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
(The main text is over, followed by a long side story.)
