"I think something is wrong, come here." Feng Shanshan smoothed her mind, raised her eyes and looked around, avoided three or two people who walked by, found a secluded corner, and said solemnly: "There are reporters present, this thing can't happen without Mo Xilin's approval, do you know what he is going to do?" ”

Qiao Weihuan sat on the chair and hugged her knees, "How many reporters are there?" ”

"Before I came out, there were nine reporters present, and there should be some who are coming, but I don't know how many now."

Qiao Weihuan let out a long "oh" and looked up at the ceiling, "I'm not married to Mo Xilin anymore." ”

Feng Shanshan poked in place in a daze, and after a while, she took her phone away and looked at the screen, "Who the are you?" Say, where did you hide Qiao Weihuan?! ”

Qiao Weihuan chuckled, "Sister Feng, Mo Xilin should have thought about it with me, so he would find so many reporters." I called you to do the same. ”

Feng Shanshan's body shook and took a deep breath, "Qiao Weihuan, don't be joking at this time. The news of your marriage has been made public, and now your fan brother and sister have finally accepted the fact that the goddess is going to get married, and you say that if you don't get married, you won't get married? Funny?! ”

"I'm not going to tease people with this kind of thing."

"Then you give me a reason!" Feng Shanshan couldn't wait to pull Qiao Weihuan out of the other end of the phone, beat him hard, and gritted her teeth and said, "If you can't come up with a reasonable reason, how are you going to explain it to the public?" Aren't you afraid that Kuroko will say that you are fooling the public?! ”

Qiao Weihuan stretched, then stood up from the chair, looking very calm.

"No matter how scared you are, you can't lose the lives of the two of us."

She smiled and continued, "Sister Feng, I'm going to trouble you then......

At 9:55 a.m., five minutes before the wedding began.

Qiao Weihuan's phone could not be reached, and she did not come. I went to her house and knocked on the door, but no one opened it, and there was no life inside.

Mo Xilin was pacing in the room anxiously, and was about to contact Qiao Weihuan again, when the door to the lounge was opened.

Su Kexuan pushed Lu Xiaoya in a wheelchair in, stretched her neck, and looked around in the lounge. didn't see the woman, Su Kexuan showed a disdainful expression.

What time has it been and hasn't come yet, and he doesn't take Moxilin too seriously. She thought that if the woman was here, she would have a chance to taunt a few words and avenge the last slap!

Lu Xiaoya experienced a life-and-death hurdle, her face was even more ugly than before, yellow and white without blood, and the mist in her eyes made her look extremely pitiful. She was in a wheelchair, with plasters on both legs and one arm, gauze wrapped around her head, and a girdle around her neck, and her whole body was bloated and dilapidated.

Mo Xilin trembled in distress, ignored Su Kexuan directly, strode to the wheelchair and squatted down, and gently held Lu Xiaoyalu's small hand outside the plaster, "Didn't you recuperate in the hospital, why did you come here on purpose?" ”

Lu Xiaoya turned her head effortlessly, but was stopped by a disapproving look from Mo Xilin, bit her pale lip, and said softly: "I, I feel very uncomfortable, and I want to say sorry to her......"

"Nothing is as important as your body." Moxilin tightened his fingers, got up and took over the task of pushing the wheelchair, and pushed her out: "You go back first, and when I arrange everything, I will go to see you immediately." ”

The only small hand that could move freely covered the back of the hand, and Mo Xilin's heart softened, stopped, and asked gently, "What's wrong?" ”

"Don't bother the driver anymore, I'll wait here."

Mo Xilin frowned slightly, but when he looked at Lu Xiaoya's deer-like eyes, that little hesitation immediately disappeared. He pushed Lu Xiaoya back to the lounge and came out alone, ready to go to the lobby.

"Moxilin!" Su Kexuan hurriedly followed him, endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, with a little look of good show on her face, "Xiaoya's movement is inconvenient, I'll say a few words for her and Qiao Weihuan." ”

Moxilin glanced at her with a faint expression, and was about to say "no need" when there was a sudden commotion in front of her. He paused, then unconsciously sped up.

As soon as he arrived in the lobby, he saw Qiao Weihuan walking over.

At the end of the long and luxurious red carpet, Qiao Weihuan did not wear makeup, but the pink on her lips was seductive. A plain white long skirt that covers the delicate collarbones and perfectly curved shoulders and neck, has its own rigorous elegance.

I didn't wear a wedding dress, but it was not duller than when I wore a wedding dress, and I was silently elegant and beautiful.

Moxilin mechanically took the microphone next to him, his throat inexplicably clogged, and he couldn't speak.

The people in the lobby were already very surprised to see Qiao Weihuan not wearing a wedding dress, but now when they look at Sina Mo Xilin, who is also not wearing a dress, they understand something in their hearts.

The scene was silent, no one was bored at this time, everyone waited quietly for these two people, telling the facts they had seen, only the camera in the reporter's hand flashed lightly.

And Qiao Weihuan walked towards the end of the red carpet in the silence of the place.

With dark eyes, he quietly looked at Mo Xilin on the stage, and Su Kexuan, who was not far from him, his face revealed a little jealousy and disdain.

Su Kexuan is here, which proves that Lu Xiaoya is also here, where is she?

Qiao Weihuan turned her gaze and didn't find Lu Xiaoya, but saw Han Yirou in the crowd with a worried face.

She gave a reassuring smile, shook her head slightly, lifted her feet up the steps, stood beside Moxi, and naturally stretched out her hand.

The person next to him was stunned, looked at Mo Xilin and then at her, and finally handed over the microphone in his hand.

As a result, at the moment of the microphone, Mo Xilin suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on the top of the microphone, his face gloomy: "What do you want to say?" ”

Qiao Weihuan stroked her long hair and smiled, "It's the same as you said." ”

…… She knew what he was going to say?

Qiao Weihuan took the microphone away from herself, avoided Mo Xilin's stiff hand, looked at the extraordinary audience and reporters in the room, and spoke elegantly and decently.

"Thank you for coming to my wedding with Mosilin today. But I'm sorry, but this wedding is going to be cancelled at short notice. ”

"Moxilin and I got engaged two years ago, and we have been together so far, thinking that we have passed the run-in period. However, our personalities were really not suitable, and after discussing it, we decided to cancel the wedding in the morning, so as not to delay each other's lives. ”

"It's taking up everyone's time in our busy schedules, and I'm just as sorry as Moxilin."

Qiao Weihuan bowed and saluted everyone ninety-degree, then straightened his back and smiled, "Once again, I would like to say to you and all my fans, I'm sorry." ”

The crowd below exploded in an instant, and the guests said that the reporters had already swarmed over.

"Miss Qiao, I heard that you and Mr. Mo have always been at odds with each other before, because Mr. Mo has other loves, is this true?"

"Miss Qiao, there is news that someone saw you in the hospital yesterday, what are you doing in the hospital?"

"Miss Joe......"

……

Feng Shanshan, who had long known that there would be such a situation, appeared at the right time, took a group of people, and stopped the reporters with both soft and hard measures.

Handing the microphone to the emcee next to him, Qiao Weihuan tilted his head and smiled at Mo Xilin, "I'll leave it to you later." ”

She was still the same Qiao Weihuan, her appearance had not changed, her smile had not changed, but Mo Xilin looked at her with a completely unfamiliar look, and her voice was extremely difficult, as if every word had been uttered after a thousand difficulties.

"Qiao Weihuan, thank you."

If Qiao Weihuan hadn't taken the initiative to speak, but he would have canceled the wedding in public, he would have been swallowed by guilt for the rest of his life.

Moxi's lips moved in a complicated mood, and suddenly his pupils shrank, and he was about to continue his words, so hard that he was drowned in his throat.

Qiao Weihuan turned his head sideways, and caught a glimpse of a cold dark gray in the afterglow, standing silently behind the stage, even if there was chaos around him, he didn't speak, but the awe-inspiring presence was hard to ignore.

Powerful and heroic, inexplicably reassuring.

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, stepped on the high heels and walked over, the ends of her hair raised, and inadvertently swept over Mo Xilin's outstretched hand.

Mo Xilin withdrew his stiff hand, frowned at Qiao Weihuan's slender figure, and the ghost made a god to follow.

"Didn't you say wait in the car?" Qiao Weihuan walked up to He Zhengxiao, frowned and whispered, "If the reporter sees you, there will be news of me picking flowers tomorrow." ”

She hasn't forgotten the photos she and He Zhengxiao were taken at the banquet last time. Now that He Zhengxiao is here, the media will definitely say that she stepped on two boats to abandon Mo Xilin.

The conscience of heaven and earth, she is very wronged, but she doesn't want to jump into the Yellow River to wash her name.

"Picking flowers?" He Zhengxiao's night-like eyes swept over Mo Xilin, who was closely behind, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved, "It's a good description." ”

It's starting to stink again.

Is it so good to flirt with Dafa?

Qiao Weihuan stared at him silently, and suddenly: "He Xiaohua." ”

He Zhengxiao: "......"

The domestic cat stretches out its paws and scratches it, and the tip of the heart itches.

His deep eyebrows stretched out happily, his deep voice revealed an undisguised smile, and he leaned over and stretched his arms, gracefully assuming a posture of please.

"Ladies first."

However, even Sven's thoughtful ceremonial posture was done by him, and he was forcibly brought out of the condescension of course.

Moxi paused, and an indescribable feeling quietly arose in his heart, and he suppressed his emotions and asked, "You canceled the wedding because of him?" ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't expect him to stay to deal with the follow-up, and actually came over after him, and looked at him in surprise.

Light and calm, without superfluous emotions.

Mo Xilin was a little relieved, but his mood was indescribably complicated.

Although Qiao Weihuan never said it, he could feel that Qiao Weihuan liked him more or less. Occasionally, he would look over and catch her fleeting shyness, joy, and disappointment......

Her emotions fluctuated for him, and he could feel it. It's just that gradually, he can't feel it anymore.

Since when?

Mo Xilin looked at He Zhengxiao with a complicated look.