Chapter 727

The servant's inaction made Wen churan feel embarrassed. She was stunned in situ. She was neither a moment ago nor a retreat.

Seeing her making concessions to a group of servants, Mo couldn't help frowning when she was in full bloom, and suddenly roared, "what are you doing, don't you all get out!"

This roar was obviously directed at the servants.

Wen churan raised his head fiercely. Only then did he finally look at the man with consternation on his face.

She never thought that Mo would help her in her prime.

The president spoke and was so angry that the servants fled

After the door was closed with a click, the whole cloakroom fell into silence in an instant.

They were so face to face that no one spoke, and time seemed to stand still.

I don't know how long it took, the tie on the ink neck suddenly fell to the ground, which broke the stalemate.

"I have something to say." When he was in full bloom, Mo asked, and the indifferent voice was not mixed with any superfluous emotions.

Wen churan licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. He still had no intention of talking, but walked towards the prosperous ink.

She stopped in front of him, not far or near. Then she bent down to pick up the ground, shook her hands twice, stood on tiptoe, put her arms around the man's neck and helped him put on his tie.

Sheng Shimo was slightly stunned. He was surprised at her behavior, but he instinctively bent his neck to cooperate with her.

Looking down, the way women wear neckties is very beautiful, and they are particularly skilled. They are done at one go.

"You came... Just to tie me a tie?" At that time, Mo couldn't help asking.

"Yes." Wen churan bowed his head and replied stiffly. A moment later, he added "and... Congratulations."

congratulations?

Sheng Shimo's eyebrows twisted, and his eyes were instantly cold.

Mingming has already done it, but Wen churan still holds his tie tightly in his hand and has no intention of loosening it.

When she pulled, Sheng Shimo's head would be lowered, and her lips just kissed her head.

His expression was stunned. When he was about to look up, a woman's voice suddenly came to his ear.

"You know, actually... I've had two weddings..."

Her voice is very low and light, especially pleasant, as if she is telling a very long story.

"The first time... He didn't love me. I was the only one who felt happy at that wedding. Later... I finally waited for him to propose. There was no bouquet, no ring, only one song. Unfortunately... "

At this point, the words suddenly stopped.

No one knows. It's a pity what's behind it.

There was no expression on Sheng Shimo's face. His eyes were still as indifferent as water, but his hands were clenched into fists. It was like trying hard to bear something until there were faint green veins on his neck.

After a while, Wen churan began to speak again.

"Unfortunately... Before the wedding could start, he disappeared..."

The woman's voice was choking.

She lowered her head so that no one could see her face.

Did she cry?

In the prime of time, Mo secretly guessed, but she suddenly raised her head and smiled at him with curved eyebrows and eyes.

That smile, like the light in the dark, like the blooming flowers, like the spring breeze in March, blew directly into the depths of other people's hearts.

She smiled so brightly that people couldn't look at her.

"I'm still waiting for the third wedding." Wen churan said with a smile.