After agreeing to get married, I rely on love to clean up for nothing

Mo Bai looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly felt that such a self was a bit unreal.

He couldn't help approaching the mirror, as if approaching another self.

A question popped up in my mind over and over again——

Does he love feasts?

It seems to be... love.

There was a sudden thunder outside the window, Mo Bai came back to his senses, tears fell down unconsciously.

He paused, wiped away his tears silently, and sat on the bed with no expression on his face. It took a long time before he calmed down.

Yes, he loves her.

From many years ago, from the time when I was young, I fell in love with it.

Mo Bai wanted to recall the details of the past, but found that his memory seemed unstable, so he guessed that this state of recalling memories would not last long.

She froze slightly, feeling a little sour in her heart, but there was still a smile on her face.

"...That's it."

Maybe when the next thunder sounds, he will turn back to Mo Bai who is indifferent to Sheng Zhiyan.

At this time, he was only a well-known actor, but he was also popular, so many celebrities and reporters came to the wedding scene.

Mo Bai's eyes also softened, he took her hand calmly, and walked into the wedding hall.

On the day of the wedding, Mo Bai was extremely anxious.

With sweat breaking out in his palms, Mo Bai took a deep breath and arrived at the wedding venue.

The entire wedding process followed the rehearsal, without any mistakes.

"Then let's sleep together tonight?" the girl cautiously suggested.

But is he, who is about to lose his memory, still qualified to love?

If the girl was covered in bruises, how could he let himself go?

He couldn't express his emotions too much. Mo Bai knew that this state would not last long. He finished the wedding quietly. Looking at the girl's smiling face, he heard a thunderclap from the sky.

Mo Bai carefully restrained his emotions, looked at Sheng Zhiyan softly, and before she knew it, said softly: "I love you."

Mo Bai lowered his eyes, "I have a flight tonight, and I'm going to film tomorrow."

At least he spent this dream wedding with love.

Fortunately, this state has been maintained until the end of the wedding.

Mo Bai pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, "Forget it, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

Sheng Zhiyan is very beautiful, today she is like a rose whose thorns have been stripped, looking at her with three points of sweetness and tenderness.

As soon as Sheng Zhiyan turned around, he found that Mo Bai, who had been holding his hand all this time, suddenly let go and kept a distance from him.

He was also afraid that his performance would not be good enough, so that the girl's wedding would not have the slightest bright spot.

He was afraid of the thunder and took away his memory, making this wedding the worst memory in the girl's memory.

She wanted to live a two-person world with him, but Mo Bai shook his head: "Sorry, I'm a bit busy at work."

No matter when, always love you.

The beautiful salute exploded in the sky, Mo Bai looked at the flowers in the night sky and saw them falling sparsely, feeling as if a piece was missing in his heart.

That's right, the wedding is coming to an end, and the reporter has almost left, so there's no need for Mo Bai to continue pretending.

Sheng Zhiyan was disappointed.

But at least he held her hand.

With Sheng Zhiyan at his side, he mentioned the honeymoon trip.

"Aren't you leaving tonight?"

"Ah."

Sheng Zhiyan's eyes lit up, "Then I can make you breakfast tomorrow!"

"……thanks."

Mo Bai said politely.