During this time, the relationship between her and Quan Mo has been said to be good or bad, and it is not bad, perhaps, something should be found to improve their relationship......

Like, having a baby?

Ange thought.

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Witton Manor was shrouded in smoke and rain, the weather was gloomy, and the luxury cars passed by on the European-style bridge, and the security guards were still on duty in the rain, not slacking off.

This wedding of the Xi family was held on a rainy day, but the pomp and circumstance were not at all puzzled.

In the manor hall, the flowers are bright and beautiful everywhere, showing joy everywhere, the guests gather in twos and threes to talk about the world, and the celebrities and ladies are harmonious on the surface, but they are secretly fighting about the jewelry and family background on their bodies......

Weddings in high society have never lacked these points.

At the window on the third floor, Xi Nanxing was wearing a formal dress, standing there alone, looking out of the window with gloomy eyes, and his hands behind his back.

In his hand is a small doll.

Today is his wedding.

He's finally one step closer to his goal of reclaiming it all.

"Nanxing."

A kind and kind voice came from behind him.

Xi Nanxing turned around, and a middle-aged woman came in, dressed in gorgeous evening clothes that made her young and luxurious.

"Mother."

Xi Nanxing bowed his head.

"Hmm." He Meiying walked towards Xi Nanxing and stretched out her hand to tidy up his clothes for him.

Since her husband died and her son was imprisoned, she was disheartened, didn't ask about the world, didn't see anyone, was depressed all day long, and secretly cried.

"Mother, sit." Xi Nanxing helped He Meiying sit down on the side.

"You're getting married, why aren't you happy?" Knowing her son Mo Ruo's mother, although He Meiying and her son have not seen each other for many years, and she does not dare to visit him when he is in prison, she can still see at a glance that her son is unhappy.

"Nope."

"Still not telling the truth to your mother? I haven't seen each other for ten years, do we have such a life? He Meiying was a little sad, looked down at his hand, saw a small puppet, and reached out to take it, "The handiwork is good, the girl gave it?" ”

In a word.

Xi Nanxing smiled bitterly, "She is the only girl who believes that I am a good person." ”

Back then, he was imprisoned, and even the lawyer his mother found had to secretly ask if he was crazy to rape his underage girl, and if it was true, he had to make another defense arrangement.

He refused, he had to plead not guilty.

As a result, it went in for ten years.

"You like her?" He Meiying saw through Xi Nanxing's thoughts at a glance, "Then why do you want to marry Miss Bai?" ”

"Mother, I have my arrangement."

Xi Nanxing said.

He wants to regain what he lost, so he must give up his right to pursue her.

"A lot of things, not indispensable." He Meiying believes in Buddhism, many things have been looked down, and she also has a Zen sense when she speaks, "What you lose is about not yours in the first place, and if you fight for it, it may not be good, and you may lose more." If you let go and let go, you will be more calm. ”

Xi Nanxing sat next to He Meiying and lowered his head.

His mother didn't care about the world, but she knew exactly what he was going to do.

"Mother, I know what I'm doing."

Xi Nanxing said.

He has been obsessed with prison for ten years, how can he say that he will let it go.

He Meiying knew that she couldn't persuade her son, so she could only sigh slightly, take the doll in her hand, and say, "Do you have a picture of this girl, show me." ”