Hey, let go of that bamboo horse!

Chapter 998 The truth mixed with happiness (1)

With a wave of Wen Yu's hand, the bouquet drew an arc in the air.

Everyone held their breath, even the eyes of those who had no intention of grabbing the bouquet and watching the fun followed closely the movement of the bouquet.

The bouquet jumped over the boss Hebu Yaoyao's head accurately.

It landed very accurately not far from the stage, and a pair of hands just caught the free-falling bouquet.

The boss and Bu Yaoyao turned their heads unwillingly, and looked resentfully at Jian Tong, who had no intention of inserting willows and willows into shades.

Jian Tong was originally standing over there chatting with Chu Xiaonian, when a shadow suddenly appeared above his head and directed towards his head, Jia Luo thought it was something dangerous, so he subconsciously caught it, and then it became the whole wedding scene Focus.

Jian Tong raised her eyebrows without changing her expression, raised her eyes and looked around the scene, she seemed to have received something extraordinary.

Looking sideways at Chu Xiaonian, he slapped him with a bouquet of flowers, and raised his chin slightly arrogantly with the queen's temperament, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Are you married?"

Chu Xiaonian looked at her expression from the side, his always cold eyes became softer, pulled Jian Tong's arm to his side, bent slightly, and gently printed a kiss on her lips, " why not?"

Jian Tong bent his eyes, closed his eyes and embraced his shoulders.

Most of the wedding scene was young people with open minds. Seeing this scene, they booed "Oh—" and there were also some old people with more conservative thoughts who felt that it was too offensive to do such a thing in public, but bouquets were all banned. People have received it, and the children can make as much noise as they want.

The boss is still a little disappointed, she actually missed it!

Seeing the boss's small resentful expression, Xie Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He reached out and hugged her from behind, and kissed her ear, "Okay, okay, what can a bouquet represent? If you want to get married, let's get the certificate now."

"What did you say?" The boss' eyes lit up.

Xie Yi was seeing how cute the boss looked, so he couldn't help pinching her face, "I said so."

Bu Yaoyao looked at Li Mufeng and Wen Yu who were looking at each other and smiling on the stage, at Jian Tong and Chu Xiaonian who received the bouquet, and at the boss and Xie Yi next to him, fell silent for a while, looked around, went to Went to find Mu Jie who was missing from their family.

How should I put it, the things I experienced before are all paving the way for the happiness I have now.

After getting off the stage, the host urged Li Mufeng and Wen Yu to change into toast clothes.

What they didn't see was that in a place in the banquet hall that was not easy to be found, there was a person silently watching this happiness.

His eyes followed Wen Yu closely, until she disappeared from his sight, and the old man next to him patted him on the shoulder, and he was relieved.

Mo Jiyan looked at his son jokingly, "I told you not to come? It's good now. Doesn't it make you feel good to see him happy?"

Mo Chan didn't answer him.

Mo Jiyan sighed again as if sighing, and looked at the direction where Wen Yu left, with subtle eyes, wondering what he was thinking, "But this ending is also good."

"What?" Mo Can looked at her father who suddenly became sad.

Mo Jiyan clicked his tongue twice, "You said you too, what's the matter with pretending not to come after receiving the invitation, and secretly hiding in the dark to watch people? You don't want to be with me if you treat feelings so cowardly. Back when I chased your mother..."

Mo Can: "..." He shouldn't have talked to this old man, you know.

But what Mo Jiyan said was not bad at all. He was sure that the wedding invitation was sent by Li Mufeng. , Before leaving this country, he couldn't help himself wanting to see her, maybe this was the last meeting.

(End of this chapter)