She looked down at her toes.

"Brother Juncheng, don't say it again, I know all this, I am a child without a father, how can I look forward to holding my father's hand to the other side of the red carpet on my wedding day?"

"I'm sorry."

Shen Juncheng's body was slightly stunned, he originally thought that she was complaining that Jian Qingchuan didn't give her a normal wedding, it turned out that he was wrong, she didn't care if Jian Qingchuan could give her an undesirable wedding, what she cared about was that she had no father since she was a child.

Shen Juncheng gently put his arm on her shoulder, hesitated for a moment, and then pulled her into his arms and patted her gently.

"You don't have to apologize, it's true, and no one can change it."

The words seemed to be very indifferent, but Shen Juncheng knew that her heart hurt more than anyone else, and he couldn't find any words to comfort her for a while.

"Xin'er, forget about the past."

Wen Xin shook his head and smiled: "Forget, how easy is it to say?" ”

“……”

"When I dream back at midnight, I will always be frightened by the bloody facts, and then close my eyes, my father's bloody eyes will appear, how can you make me forget?"

Shen Juncheng tightened his arms and let Wen Xin lean close to him, at this time, he only hoped that he could help her drive away the fear in her heart.

"Whenever I think of him, I always resent him, why he left me and left me, but if he hadn't died then, I wouldn't have survived to this day."

"Xin'er, don't say it, it's all over."

"So, I don't blame him anymore, if he doesn't die, how can I live a worry-free life like a young lady?"

Wen Xin's words made Shen Juncheng's heart throb, and the pain made him lose the smile on his face.

He hoped that sixteen years ago, it was not the Jian family who picked her up from the orphanage, but their Shen family, and maybe she would not be so miserable now.

Perhaps, she will fall in love with him......

Shen Juncheng lowered his head and gently kissed the hair on Wen Xin's forehead.

Wen Xin was obviously stunned, but she didn't want to escape.

His kiss was like a spring breeze, gentle, soft, and a sweetness went straight to Wen Xin's heart, warm.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed a moment of silence.

However, just as they were immersed in it, the door of the church was slammed open, and a crowd poured in.

Dozens of people were dressed in black, wearing sunglasses and white gloves. As if they had been specially trained, they stood neatly on both sides of the red carpet as soon as they entered.

Everything was ready, a man in a dark suit with meticulously combed hair walked in elegantly on the red carpet.

The footsteps of the visitor are calm, and the aura is strong enough to swallow everything around him.

Such an aura is very familiar to Wen Xin.

He is none other than the hero of this wedding - Jian Qingchuan.

Wen Xin's back was cold, and he hurriedly moved his body that was still in Shen Juncheng's arms.

She wanted to get up, but she couldn't.

It wasn't because of her leg injury, but because she was held down by Jian Qingchuan from behind on her shoulder.

The moment Jian Qingchuan's big hand held her shoulder, Wen Xin instantly lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look at everything in front of him anymore.

The little heart also beat wildly.

Is she afraid of Jian Qingchuan?

Yes, she was afraid of him.

She was afraid that when she raised her head, she would usher in Jian Qingchuan's noble face, and she was afraid that he would point a gun at her.

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