Chapter 692

Mo Yiang's room door is not closed. When Tong Xiaoman goes to the door, he sees Mo Yiang standing in front of the window. His sadness can be seen from his back.

It's hard for Tong Xiaoman to imagine that the boy who loved to play and laugh in the past is going to get married soon, and will become the victim of the family marriage.

Tong Xiaoman knocked on the door a few times, Mo Yiang turned to see her, and continued to turn his head out of the window, Tong Xiaoman went to the window and stood beside Mo Yiang.

"I know you are very uncomfortable. If you have anything to say, please don't keep it in your heart."

Mo Yi Ang's lips with a bitter smile.

"Is it useful to say it? Isn't that what you want? Qinqin has gone abroad. You arranged for me to get married. We can't be together any more. Are you satisfied? "

Ink a ang a "you" ruthlessly pushed Tong Xiaoman to his opposite.

This makes Tong Xiaoman very uncomfortable. After all, they are good friends for many years. Although she is now the wife of Ou Zeye, it doesn't prevent them from being friends.

"Don't say that. I'd rather be on your side."

"On my side? Xiaoman, you know from the beginning that in this world, only you can change my uncle's decision, but what have you done? You helped him hide the fact that I was going to get married. You're not on my side for a long time

Mo yi'ang originally placed all his hopes on Tong Xiaoman, but now it seems that everything is delusion.

Tong Xiaoman doesn't want to distinguish anything for herself. At the beginning, she was also very opposed. She felt that even if Mo Yiang and Li Qinqin were not allowed to be together, there was no need to arrange a Fang duo beside him.

But later, he didn't know what was going on, so he convinced her.

"Black soil, if you can promise not to be with Li Qinqin, I can try to help you persuade your uncle. You and Li Qinqin are really not good. You know all the things she did before. "

It is precisely because before Li Qinqin racked his brains to want to be with Ou Zeye that Tong Xiaoman has a very bad impression on her.

Most women are deeply hostile to their rivals.

Mo Yiang didn't speak at the beginning. He knew that there was no way to recover it. Even if Tong Xiaoman was on the stage now, it might not be of great significance.

After a long time, he finally opened his mouth.

"Xiaoman, I mean if Tong ranmeng didn't seduce shangguanming and you married shangguanming, would you be happy? Can you imagine what kind of life you are living? "

Tong Xiaoman only felt that his heart was stabbed to the pain point by something.

If it had not been for Tong ranmeng, she and shangguanming would have been married.

In fact, she has always been very clear that she does not have such deep feelings for shangguanming. It is because of the arrangement of her family that she has to be with shangguanming.

If she gets married, it's hard for her to imagine her life. In a word, she won't be happy.

"And if, when you fall in love with my uncle, everyone is against you, and you have to give up being with my uncle, what are you like?"

Mo yi'ang's two "ifs" make Tong Xiaoman unable to say a word, only feel heartache.

Tong Xiaoman doesn't want to distinguish. If she is allowed to marry shangguanming, she won't be happy. If she isn't allowed to be with Ou Zeye, she will only suffer for the rest of her life.

Although many people say that anyone in the world can live without anyone, but at that time, you will find that there is a person in the world, you just can't live without.

"Black soil, your uncle and I have experienced great storms and waves. Our feelings..."

Tong Xiaoman finally finds the sentence that can be distinguished, but is interrupted by Mo Yiang.

"Not every love story is the same as you. Some have gone through big waves, some are just plain. Li Qinqin is the first girl I like."

Mo yi'ang looks out of the window with deep eyes. Li Qin's pure face appears in his mind.

"Because she didn't contact her and didn't understand her, she was a poor girl. Her biological mother died early, which made her a rebellious child. She looked like a bad girl, but she was a kind girl in her heart."

Tong Xiaoman takes a deep breath. She has never seen Mo Yiang like this.

"Go back and let my uncle know that you have talked so much with me here. He should be angry again."

Mo yi'ang seems unwilling to talk with Tong Xiaoman. Tong Xiaoman knows that they are not as close as they used to be.

She had no choice but to leave the room in silence. On the way to the baby room, she had been reflecting on Mo Yiang's words.

Always want to find out a little mistake, but she can't deceive herself, right is right.

As the wedding day approaches, Mo yi'ang, the prospective bridegroom, is at ease. He doesn't need to prepare anything.Ou Zeye is very busy. He and Mohism prepare everything together. He is the eldest son and grandson of Mohism. Nothing can be careless.

Mo yi'ang hasn't gone anywhere these days. He has been staying at home, and he doesn't know where he can go.

Are you really going to get married? Do you really want to spend the second half of your life with Fang Duo?

How is Li Qinqin doing abroad?

He can't help but think of Li Qinqin. At this time, he finds that he really likes Li Qinqin and has fallen in love with her.

Tong Xiaoman didn't come to him again. Recently, he was busy taking care of his son. Besides, when he came to him, they didn't know what to say.

He will get married next week. Ou Zeye comes to tell him that he will go to register with Fang duo tomorrow. That is to say, when the registration ends tomorrow, he will really enter the grave of marriage.

Mo yi'ang lies on the bed and looks at the big sun outside the window. He is very upset.

When spring came, everything revived and everything seemed to be alive, but his heart was as cold as in winter.

Mo Yiang gets up directly, takes the key to the car and goes out of the door. Driving aimlessly, he comes to the seaside unconsciously.

He parked his car and went to the seaside. This is not a scenic spot. On the contrary, some fishermen live here and often go fishing. Anyway, it's quieter.

Mo yi'ang sat on a big stone on the beach, looking at the magnificent sea, full of thoughts.

He sat from morning till dusk in the afternoon, and still didn't mean to go home.

He didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe it was his last peace before marriage.

When he thought about the grave of marriage, he felt that life was not like death. If it was destined to be so in the second half of his life, it would be better to die.