Chapter 182: The Ending (3) Zilang Literature

Festive! Boisterous! Harmonious!

It seems that everything here has nothing to do with her at all, Leng Xin'er knows that after getting married, she will have to stay away from here and go to live in a strange country, confused, and her heart is full of sorrow - it is a feeling that cannot be explained in words.

"The ceremony will begin soon, and your father is waiting for you to come over." Ying Yaruo elegantly patted the shoulders of her two daughters, turned around and looked in the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction, she in the mirror, her long hair was pulled up high in a regular manner, revealing a better neck and slender waist, no wonder the genes of the two daughters are so good, they must have inherited themselves, thinking of this, I can't help but smile happily.

"There are too many guests outside, I'll go out to say hello first, you guys come out quickly, don't be sluggish."

Leng Xin'er nodded obediently and watched her leave.

I tried to keep a smile on my face, tried to suppress my unstable emotions, and got up from the chair very carefully, the beautiful wedding dress on my body really covered her, and the lower abdomen that had bulged ~~~~ was still slender limbs, so that people couldn't see it at all, it was a pregnant woman who had been pregnant for seven months, maybe like this.

Zhenghe, the intentions of some people will not make the Mo family embarrassed - unmarried pregnancy, who said that it is very popular at the moment, but yes, with a certain identity, the traditional family, still, absolutely can't agree with it.

"Sister, I saw my brother just now...... "Absolutely wanting to speak again, Mo Sichun's beautiful eyes gently swept Leng Xin'er beside him, hesitated, but still plucked up the courage to say, "I see, brother, it's not very happy, do you say that he is like you, he was also forced by his father?" ”

Well?

Leng Xin'er's body stiffened slightly, and she looked at her in some surprise, "Really? Are you absolutely not mistaken? ”

Mo Sichun was obviously shocked by her actions, but on the contrary, he didn't know what to say?

Gently touched Leng Xin'er with her arm, "I'm not sure, maybe I'm wrong!" "The voice of the weak heart is getting weaker and weaker.

Leng Xin'er relieved herself in disappointment, and just walked to the end of the corridor, a familiar tall figure passed by in a trance, and the moment she passed by, a low and mellow male voice dropped a sentence, "The young master is here." ”

Yang Tuoye.

Then the young master he said in his mouth must be Yan Lie.

What is he here for?

Looking for death?

Today is no longer than usual, the surrounding area of the church has been laid a net, in order to prevent the people of the 'Hell Gate', Mo Wancheng did not hesitate to spend a huge amount of blood.

Plus the bodyguards, mercenaries brought by Moss Lord's father from the Middle East.

Yan Lie, it's dangerous!

Leng Xin'er couldn't help but snort, as soon as she moved, Mo Sichun beside her immediately felt her strangeness, hurriedly supported her, and nervously observed her expression, "Sister, are you okay?" Don't you scare me? What is wrong with you? "My voice trembled a little!

Leng Xin'er suddenly felt a stomachache and bent down in pain, but in an instant, it didn't seem to hurt anymore, and she was a little unconscious, and with Mo Sichun's support, she slowly walked into the auditorium.

The whole church is a sea of lilies, and on the stage, Mo Sijue stood there handsomely, a pair of eyes always looking at the end of the red carpet, and a certain emotion in his eyes lingered......

"Come, come here, I'll send you over." Next to the door, Mo Wancheng straightened up, bent his arms, and looked at Leng Xin'er in front of him with a smile, just like all fathers in the world, in the same mood.

At this moment, he had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Anyway, in his heart, this is the best destination for his daughter!

It was what he expected the most.

"Dad,...... Are you really marrying off your sister like this? ”……

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(Zilang Literature)