750. Chapter 750 Xiaojiu, you are mine! Dare to marry someone!
But go out now...
Looking at those red eyes and nose, Mo Jiu felt a little headache.
At this moment, a gentle voice came from the door, "Xiaojiu? Are you in there?"
Mo Jiu's eyes lit up, the voice was Han Chaoyang!
"exist!"
"...Xiaojiu, your bag is in the rest area. I'll bring it to you." Han Chaoyang's voice was hesitant.
Mo Jiu's heart immediately warmed up.
This person is still as gentle and delicate as ever!
He must have guessed that he had cried a lot when he saw the stains on Long Qingtian's chest. The noise outside was getting louder and louder, and he refused to go out. His makeup must have been smudged.
Suppressing this emotion, Mo Jiu immediately moved to the door, opened a crack, and pulled his bag in.
"Thank you!" The voice was brisk, and it didn't sound like she had just cried a lot.
If she hadn't taken the bag in so quickly, Han Chaoyang wouldn't have felt the girl's grievance at all just from the voice.
Han Chaoyang stood outside the bathroom and suddenly thought of five years ago.
She will always be such a person, no matter how bitter and tired she is, she will always look like a hip-hop ruffian in front of outsiders.
Once, he admired her straightforwardness and frankness, but how could he ever understand her inner grievances?
Han Chaoyang suddenly felt that he had never seen through Mo Jiu.
But now it's too late to find out...
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Han Chaoyang's voice couldn't be heard for a long time. She took out the cosmetics from her bag and applied heavy makeup on herself, covering the redness of her eyes and nose. Then she patted her face and looked very energetic. Then she came out of the bathroom.
walked out.
As soon as I came out, I saw that the hall was already in chaos.
Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at the center of the incident.
Surrounded by the crowd, she saw an old lady.
The old lady is so old that the wrinkles on her face are superimposed, as terrifying as old tree bark without water. Moreover, the old lady has a condensed figure. She is only one and a half meters tall. Beside her, there is a person.
The man in a straight suit stood there, with a touch of sadness on his gentle and elegant face.
Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes.
I didn’t expect it to be them!
Yes, these two are old acquaintances!
One was Aunt Mo who had accused Mo Jiu and Long Qingtian many years ago, but was so frightened by Long Qingtian that she later did not dare to point fingers again!
And standing next to her, supporting her, was Mo Jiayi's ex-husband, Jiang Mingyuan!
What are they here for?!
Mo Jiu took a few steps closer. Someone with sharp eyes saw Mo Jiu and immediately moved out of the way.
Mo Jiu successfully entered the center of the crowd.
Aunt Mo had already used her crutch to sweep the dinner plate and red wine glass on the table near her to the ground. When she saw Mo Jiu, her old eyes burst out with sharp light.
Jiang Mingyuan, on the other hand, still looked at Mo Jiu with those sad and elegant eyes. Looking at him with such eyes, Mo Jiu felt as if he was sorry for this person.
How ridiculous!
If it hadn't been for the car accident that year, Mo Jiuding would have thought that Jiang Mingyuan was just a university professor who disdained worldly chores, or the uncle who knew what Jiang Li had done but cared little for her because of guilt!
This man is really good at pretending. Now think about it, a person of Jiang Li's level is not worth mentioning in front of Jiang Mingyuan!
Narrowing his eyes, Mo Jiu walked over to meet their gazes.
[Because there may be some old readers who have not read the revised article, I would like to explain here. According to the revised article, Mo Jiayi and Jiang Mingyuan are husband and wife, Jiang Mingyuan is Jiang Li’s father, and Jiang Li is not Mo Jiayi’s.
She is a goddaughter, but she is the drag bottle that Jiang Mingyuan brought into the Mo family. The rest of the content has basically not changed, so you can just read it later. In addition, I wish Luo Children's Shoes a happy wedding in ten days, a happy marriage for a hundred years, and an early birth.
