Han Jiamei is obviously a carefree girl, but today she wears a white wedding dress and perfectly outlines her figure. With the soft light today, she looks as white as jade.
In the middle of the stage, Mo Fan lightly covered her back with his big palm, and kissed her with his eyes closed...
The picture is so beautiful and romantic.
Mu Xin suddenly realized that Han Jiamei was wearing a familiar bracelet on her wrist, which hurt her eyes. She felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't describe it!
It's Aunt Mo's!
"Let's go!" Mo Jingyao pulled her arms, "It's useless if you don't want to leave. It's better to see it open."
"Your brother really loves her..." Mu Xin murmured with her steps.
Mo Jingyao's tone rose, "Of course! Will you marry if you don't love?"
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"Do you think he is trying to fulfill your wish?" Mo Jingyao snorted coldly, "If you ask him to marry another woman, he will not pay attention to you!"
Mu Xin is also very clear about this.
"You don't need to be so direct." Mu Xin retorted to her.
Mo Jingyao let go of her hand and turned her eyes to look at her, "You look pretty good today, how do you feel in your body?" This sentence is about concern.
Mu Xin replied, "Don't worry, I won't die for a while!"
"Then you'd better not die here." Mo Jingyao said directly, "Don't be lucky!"
"You..." Mu Xin suddenly turned her eyes and said nothing.
Jing Yao raised her lips and smiled, and stopped arguing with her.
When they walked into the living room, the kiss on the stage was not over yet, and the applause from the guests increased.
Mu Xin was still wondering why the person who married him in a wedding dress was not himself?
Is it better to know each other quickly than to know each other?
During the guests below the stage, just as everyone looked at the newlyweds kissing on the stage, Jingting's eyes fell on Han Xiangyang's face.
He has become much haggard these days and has become a little thinner.
Perhaps Han Xiangyang felt this gaze. He turned his eyes slightly, collided with Jingting's gaze, and his chest shrank slightly.
But Jingting smiled friendly and then withdrew his gaze after a while.
Han Xiangyang was left with a feeling of being unable to calm down for a long time, and his facial muscles were stiff.
In the five-story villa, there are marble floor tiles that are easy to see, and white long-haired carpets are laid on the stairs. The interior is spacious and bright, and the crystal chandeliers are very expensive at first glance.
The place is clean and clear, and some service staff make pastries and prepare tea in the kitchen.
But this place is much quieter than the yard.
"I heard that the villa only has Han Jiamei's name written?" Mu Xin held back his jealousy and turned his eyes to the girl beside him, asking, "Is this true?"
Mo Jingyao turned his eyes and said, "You are worried so much. What does it have to do with you? If so, are you even more sad? Why are you causing trouble for yourself?"
Mu Xin's face changed slightly, and she stopped her eyes, "That's it?"
"What's wrong with you?" Mo Jingyao was very puzzled, "Can't you send blessings openly? He no longer belongs to you, no, it should be that he has never belonged to you!"
"Mo Jingyao, can you stop like this?" Mu Xin sighed lightly and changed the topic, "I'm thirsty, please make me some water?"
"Okay, you go to the sofa and sit." Mo Jingyao stepped to the tea room. She had been here once last night, so she was more familiar with Mu Xin.
Mu Xin sat down on the sofa, and she looked around. Every detail was arranged very warmly. The curtains were blue, which was very similar to today's wedding theme.