"Oh? So your sister Liu Zhu had a past with Qianxun." She glanced at Mo Qianxun, who shook his head hurriedly. "Then I dare to ask where your sister Liu Zhu is now? Why didn't she come by herself?
, but you are asked to come here to cry out for her?"
Yanhong cried out in pain: "I, my sister Liu Zhu is dead!"
"What?" Bai Weiwei was shocked.
Is Liu Zhu, the person she was so vocal about fighting against, already dead?
My heart suddenly felt a little heavy.
If people are alive, they can still make fair choices.
She naturally believes in her own charm and may not lose.
If Mo Qianxun really had no choice but to marry him because of the emperor's order, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to be a good person and give up, so that they could get married as lovers.
The worst case scenario is that she will go to the end of the world alone in the future. She still doesn’t believe that she, a 21st century soul, can’t survive here?
Now that the person is dead, the beauty of her every move and smile is engraved in the minds of those who remember her, and no one can compare with her.
She thought of her favorite Dongfang Bubai in the new version of Swordsman.
I still remember that Dongfang Bubai would rather die to occupy an indelible place in Linghu Chong's heart for the rest of his life. She jumped off a cliff and had her heart ripped out, but in the end she did it and left a place in the heart of her beloved that could never be compared to Ren Yingying's whole life.
status.
This Liu Zhu has never been mentioned by Mo Qianxun.
Is it the same in Mo Qianxun's heart? No woman can replace it.
"Yes! If sister Liu Zhu had not died, she would have been brother Qianxun's wife long ago. How could it be your turn?!" Yan Hong said angrily.
Mo Qianxun saw Bai Weiwei was a little startled and didn't know what he was thinking. He walked forward, took Bai Weiwei's catkin, wrapped his big hands around hers, and rubbed her white and tender little hands with his rough fingertips.
It feels so real.
Bai looked up at him slightly, trying to find something in his eyes.
Mo Qianxun squeezed Bai Weiwei's hand tightly, showed a comforting smile, turned to Yan Hong and said seriously: "Yan Hong, you are too ridiculous. Even if Liu Zhu is not dead, I will not marry her. I
I treat Liu Zhu just like I treat you, and Weiwei, since I married her, I will recognize her and have no regrets."
"Qianxun..." Bai Weiwei was shocked. This was the first time that Mo Qianxun said that he had no regrets about this marriage.
"Brother Qianxun! How can you say that...she is just that good!" Yanhong's eyes were full of tears, she was filled with grief and anger, and her body was shaking.
"Yanhong, please go back. Weiwei is my wife. You'd better not say such things in the future." Mo Qianxun frowned.
Yanhong shook her head, her voice choked with sobs: "I didn't expect that after I was locked up at home for a few days, when I came out again, Brother Qianxun, you would be a different person. You would accuse me for her? I'm so disappointed!"
After saying that, he cried bitterly and ran away covering his lips.
"Qianxun, do you really not regret it?" Bai took a deep breath and asked him.
Mo Qianxun smiled, tickled her pretty nose, and said in a gentle tone: "I've already married you, what do you regret?"
"So, if Liu Zhu were still alive, would you marry her?" She looked into his eyes when she asked.
Mo Qianxun answered decisively: "No!"
Bai raised his head slightly, with a happy smile in his eyes.
She tilted her head and asked him: "Why? From what dad said and the bright red tone just now, you are going to get married!"