Chapter 1897 - 1897: Xiao mo, marry me (9)

Chapter 1897: Xiao mo, marry me (9)

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He had really appeared in front of her.

He had been gone for more than twenty days, and she had missed him so much.

Leng yunchen looked at her with a deep gaze and took her hand. He lowered his head slowly and planted a feather-like kiss on the back of her hand.

That numbing feeling instantly filled her entire body.

“Little MO, you’re finally here.”

Hearing his voice again, Leng Xiaomo’s tears fell like a flood that had broken through a dam, unstoppable.

She lost control.

she knew that she should not cry in front of so many people at this critical moment, but she could not help it.

The more she wanted to stop crying, the more her tears fell.

Leng yunchen lowered his head and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips. Xiao mo, are you blaming me? ”

Perhaps, last night, the truth was,

She might have caused a misunderstanding when she called him.

“Xiao mo, stop crying. Everyone’s watching. Don’t let them laugh at you.” his clean and tidy military uniform was stained with her tears, but he didn’t hurry to wipe them away. instead, he helped her wipe her tears.

It was only then that Leng Xiaomo slowly calmed down. She pulled away from his arms and looked at him with red eyes, then at the people around her.

They quickly passed by, and all of them were familiar faces.

Recalling how embarrassed he had been, Leng Xiaomo immediately lowered his head in embarrassment. His fair and delicate little face was red.

“Little MO, look at me. I have something to say to you.”

Leng yunchen turned her blushing little face around.

Although Leng Xiaomo’s heart was in turmoil, she seemed to have blocked out all her emotions at this moment and looked at him with slightly red eyes.

Her brother was really handsome today.

He was cold and handsome, and his military uniform made her heart flutter and admire him.

Kuai an, PS: Brother nine was a little off topic.(Free) I haven’t been feeling very good recently, and I’m under a lot of pressure. I’m actually particularly afraid that people will ask me to finish it and urge me to finish it. I’ll be worried if you don’t like it or get tired of it. The comments will say that it’s too long and that I’m too slow to read. Some people write a book for several years and it’s nothing, but this one of mine hasn’t even been written for a year. Every time they urge me to finish it, brother nine feels very uncomfortable. I feel that something’s not written well and they’re anxious to finish it. It makes me nervous, but actually, I look very free and easy. But sometimes, my heart is also made of glass. My own writing is like my own child. I know how to grasp the best scale and present the most perfect state, so I still said, ” if you can do it, go ahead.. (Forced smile) ]