Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

The priest nodded. Holding the Bible in his hand, he faced Wen Jili again and spoke solemnly.

【Wen Jili, do you want this woman to be your wife and enter into a marriage contract with her?To love her, to care for her, to respect her, to accept her, to be faithful to her forever and to the end of my life, in sickness or health, or for any other reason? 】

After saying that, Qin Jing stared at Wen Jili, her legs and feet were already a little weak, she had to lean on Lan Xiaoxiao's body, and the hand she held with Lan Xiaoxiao was white and red due to tension and force, The phalanx is also protruding, but the face is as stubborn and persistent as ever.

Wen Jili didn't look at Qin Jing again except for the one just now. After the priest finished speaking, he raised his head to face the priest with a clear and elegant face, and his pale lips parted slightly.

【I don't want to...】[

"Enough!" Wen Jili didn't finish her sentence, but was interrupted by Qin Jing's abrupt voice. She looked at Wen Jili, and clenched her hands. She was about to lean against Lan Xiaoxiao's body and immediately gained strength. She straightened up, straightened her spine, held her head high, and after taking a deep breath, she bowed slightly facing the priest, "Father, please forgive our ignorance and playfulness about marriage. Please forgive us for disturbing us. May the Lord forgive our trifling."

Mo Bai had already rushed up from the auditorium on the left at this time, and when he was about to punch Wen Jili, Qin Jing tightly clenched his fist. Looking at Mo Bai, whose forehead was bulging due to rage, her pupils He and Mo Bai looked at each other calmly, with the desolation after the great favor and sorrow that only the other party could understand.

Qin Jing said calmly and softly, "Bai Bai, don't make trouble, let's go home."

Mo Bai clenched his fists, took a deep breath, withdrew his hand, took off Qin Jing's veil and threw it on the ground, took off his coat and put it on Qin Jing's shoulders, turned his head to look at the instigator, his delicate eyebrows swept With a cold light, eyes slightly squinted, and a voice like a chill coming from the ground, "Wen Jili, I will let you see my sister again in the future, I won't be called Mo Bai!"

Mo Bai turned around, put his hands on Qin Jing's shoulders, let her lean on him, and said softly, "Sister, I'm not married anymore, let's go home."

Qin Jing looked at Mo Bai with trembling hands, nodded, "Well, I'm not married, let's go home." Then, she grabbed Mo Bai's hand with trembling hands, seeking strength for support and protection.

Turning around to face the audience who looked at her like a monster, Qin Jing took a deep breath, straightened up from leaning on his hands, and faced the people on both sides of the audience respectively, and then straightened up after slightly bowing, with a calm and clear voice, "I'm sorry, let me It's a waste of time, everyone. I'm sorry."

Then, holding Mo Bai's arm, she walked out slowly and gracefully along the red carpet, step by step, with her head held high and her waist straight as she entered the stage.

The happiest despair is that at the wedding, when you swear that the man next to you will shout "I am willing" to everyone, he suddenly says indifferently, "I don't want to."

From the beginning to the end of this wedding, no one came to disturb, everything was carried out in such an orderly manner, and no one interrupted or questioned in the middle, Wen Jili, I have thought about many unexpected situations that will occur in weddings, either terminated, or Destroy, make noise, or yell.

I never thought that my man would face the priest, and at that solemn and solemn moment, say, I don't want to.

For this wedding, I guessed the beginning, but not the end.

It turned out that the man who gave me the initial and final strength was the one who hurt me the most.