Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1619 You Are My Faith (31)

Azazel did not answer, and took Cesia into his arms.

Feeling her breath leaning against his chest, he smiled calmly, meaning unknown.

"Said."

You shouldn't watch it, don't watch it.

He has already said this sentence.

Unfortunately, he didn't listen at all.

The Lord thought lightly.

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When Ji Chuchu came back, the expression on his face had improved a lot.

Looking at Chesia's eyes, he became a lot more friendly.

Obviously, he has sincerely regarded her as his daughter-in-law.

She sat across from Cesia and extended her hand kindly to her.

"Cecia, you are so beautiful."

She said with admiration, "I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you."

Like a delicate rose.

Cecia glanced at Azazel and smiled obediently.

"Auntie, please don't say that, you are beautiful too."

Ji Chuchu smiled and shook his head, "I'm old, not like you, I'm still young."

There is still a bright future.

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked around.

"Huh? Where's Benson?"

Why not?

"He just left for something."

Checia said empathetically, "Probably in a hurry, he left in a hurry."

Ji Chuchu didn't ask any more questions.

He looked at Azazel and her with relief.

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Even if the result of this bet with God is clear, the process seems to be unstoppable.

Things gradually developed to the point where Cecia was a little dazed.

Public, cohabitation, to talk about marriage.

Everything seems to be so logical, smooth and unimpeded.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were always pushing her towards the seemingly endless future.

Cecia stood in the church, looking up at the huge painting wall.

On the lifelike painting wall, the merciful Lord, devout believers, and the angel occupying the most central position.

She looked up for a long time, until the clock struck the hour in the distance, and Azazel hugged her slowly from behind.

Gentle yet strong.

"What are you thinking about?"

His chin rested on her shoulder, his voice low.

Cecia didn't look back, still quietly looking at the huge painting on the wall.

The person holding her behind was kissing her cheek, her eyelashes were trembling, and her lips were pursed.

"Azazel."

"Ok?"

"What kind of person do you think...God would be?"

The man who was rubbing shoulders with her had his eyes downcast and his thin lips slightly raised.

For such an unexpected question from her, she followed her kindly and asked softly, "Do you want to hear the truth, or a lie?"

"..." Of course it was the truth.

He hugged her tightly, "I think the Lord is a perfect person."

"Selfless love, generosity and kindness, the Lord has always loved us, hasn't he?"

His voice was soft, with a smile between the lines.

Like a kitten scratching, it always reveals the meaning of seductiveness.

Twist the heartstrings tightly.

Cecia fell silent.

It seemed that at that moment, I didn't know what to say.

"Do you really think he is such a person?"

She couldn't help asking.

Azazel smiled silently, and did not place his eyes on the painted wall at all.

Those light golden and deep eyes only calmly stared at her side face, all of her.

Deep, strong feelings are not hidden.

He was next to her ear, biting her, and asked softly:

"Then do you think... what I just said is the truth or a lie?"

(End of this chapter)