Chapter 652: The Wedding of the Prosperous Age, 43 [652]
What's even more attractive is that the two little guys in front of them look exactly the same, and their hands are still handcuffed.
Suddenly, the focus of the audience shifted to these two little guys.
When Beitang Yaori saw the two of them, he remembered that these two troublesome little guys were still locked up by his order.
Leng Zhao walked over and directly took out the key and asked Lin Jue to unlock it, but he raised his hand angrily and refused with confidence.
Ignoring the handcuffs in front of them, Lin Ao and Lin Jue have not seen Lin Nuanxi since the beginning for five years.
The eyes of the two of them had already been deeply attracted by the bride in a beautiful sari.
Even Lin Ao, who had a calm and calm temperament, had an extraordinarily throbbing in his eyes at this time, and even his breathing trembled slightly.
Lin Jue couldn't suppress his impulse and ran towards the bride.
"Lin Nuanxi!"
Calling his name, Lin Jue threw himself into Lin Nuanxi's arms, warm and soft embrace, this is the taste of mother!
Lin Jue breathed deeply greedily, and wanted to show his son's proudest side to Lin Nuanxi like a little man, but he burst into tears of excitement.
The mother stuck in his throat, if it weren't for Lin Ao's repeated reminders that "now is not the time to speak", in the next second, he Lin Jue would have called out without hesitation.
Mother was close in front of her but there was no way to shout out, and this gentle embrace made Lin Jue not want to let go at all.
"Woo...... Whoa, whoa, whoa, woo woo————————"
This sad but joyful immature cry made the hearts of all the people around him tremble!
Lin Ao turned his back to everyone abruptly, and he could see his little shoulders trying his best to restrain the trembling.
Julia looked at the emotions of the two children in front of her, and it was even more intense than Beitang Xing's reaction.
In my heart, I can't help but put a question mark.
"Leng Zhao, let the two of them go."
"Yes."
Leng Zhao nodded, walked over to Lin Jue, and took his small hand to untie the special handcuffs on his hand.
In an instant, Lin Jue cried even more.
"Beitang Yao ****, this bastard, how can you lock me and Lin Ao, wow woo woo woo-"
Tong Yan is unscrupulous, and the guy who dares to call him the name of Beitang Yaori so presumptuously is now only Lin Jue.
"Kid, why are you crying so much?"
Vidia looked at the handsome little guy crying in her arms, squatted down, smiled and wiped the tears from his eyes.
But I'm sorry, Lin Jue doesn't understand Hindi.
In order not to make the people around him suspicious, Lin Jue cried even louder.
"It hurts, it hurts so much that guy from Beitang Bright Sun, you see, my wrists are swollen! Wow woo woo ......"
"Well, it's really red."
Although the mother and son couldn't understand the language, Lin Nuanxi was still very distressed when she saw Lin Jue's red little wrist.
Gently pulling Lin Jue, Lin Nuanxi grabbed his little hand and rubbed it and blew lightly, wiping away the tears on his face.
Lin Jue's heart was more like being washed by salt water, happy and painful.
Mom –
"Wow woo woo .................."
Simply, he turned around and cried even louder in Lin Nuanxi's arms.
At the wedding, tears of happiness are indispensable, however, most of the guys who played this role became Lord Lin.
Beitang Xing frowned, why did his mother come back, Lin Jue and Lin Ao's reaction was bigger than that of his son?