Feng Yichen looked at the back of his brother getting what he wanted, and raised his hand to cover his face with the palm of his hand, so as not to let others see his tears.

When he dug Feng Shaojin out of the ruins, he thought that it would be impossible to save Feng Shaojin in this life, and that he would no longer have his own relatives in the world. He would probably die alone with his brother who was always in a coma.

Probably God heard his inner prayer, and his brother finally woke up.

Now, not only have a sister-in-law, but also a niece, and become in-laws with the Mo family. In the future, there may be other relatives.

so good!

In the past few decades, when he and his elder brother are old, maybe they will have a whole family of children and grandchildren, enjoying the family happiness in an ordinary family.

Sitting beside him, Xiang Yi asked softly, "Uncle, why are you crying?"

"Ah?" Feng Yichen quickly sniffed and blinked his eyes: "I don't have it, I just..."

"Is there any dust in your eyes?" Xiang Yi asked.

"Well, dust has entered." Feng Yichen's eyes were red and his voice was choked.

Xiang Yi stood up, climbed onto Feng Yichen's lap and sat down, "I'll just blow it for uncle."

She held Feng Yichen's face solemnly, approached Feng Yichen's eyes, and blew air over and over again. As he blew, he saw that the moisture in Feng Yichen's eyes that he was holding back and was about to blink suddenly filled his eye sockets, turning into crystal clear tears and rolling down.

He simply hugged Xiang Yi tightly, buried his head in Xiang Yi's neck, and wept with restraint...

In the quiet church, there were only a few voices of the priest and the bride and groom.

When the groom put the ring on the bride, there was a faint and suppressed sniffling sound from the seat.

Feng Shaojin looked up and saw her own brother hugging Xiang Yi, crying like a wronged child.

Xiang Yi hugged him, and gently patted his back: "Uncle, did the dust hurt your eyes? It will be gone in a while, uncle, don't cry."

Xiu'er turned her eyes to stare at Feng Yichen, slandering silently in her heart: Uncle Yichen used to be a bit stupid, and he is still so stupid now, fortunately he looks smarter.

No wonder my mother likes my father-in-law but only treats you as a disciple, hey, how pitiful!

After the wedding, everyone walked out of the church, and it was time for free activities.

On both sides of the flower arches on the lawn are Western-style pastries and fruit wines. Although there are few guests, they are all important figures, holding wine glasses and talking politely and humbly...

When Feng Shaojin took Mo Lingwei out, he found three uninvited guests on the lawn.

He remembered that he hadn't invited them.

Feng Shaojin's face turned cold for a moment, and then he raised the corners of his lips, his face full of triumph, he wrapped his arms around Mo Lingwei's waist, and stretched out his hand to Gong Su: "Second Master Gong, welcome the three of you to come and join us!" For Ling Wei and I's wedding, if I knew that they were so honorable, I should have sent an invitation to each of them."

Meng Zhaoguang: "..."

Meng Zhaoguang didn't understand where he had accidentally offended Feng Shaojin until he saw Mo Lingyuan and Chu Yunyao. Since the meeting at the racetrack, Feng Shaojin has never been invited to any party. up.

What's more, this time for Feng Shaojin's big wedding, he didn't even receive the invitation, and he felt aggrieved and panicked. He planned to ask Gong Su to make it clear face to face, but he didn't expect...

It turns out that this so-called Miss Mo is actually the eldest lady of the Mo family in Jincheng, China!

Back then, he was on the side of the Gong family to support the young master of the Gong family, Gong Yao...

Meng Zhaoguang was drenched in cold sweat, regretting coming here...