Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

"Let us go, okay?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

It is now the last step.

Xin Miaomiao, now it's time to say that Xin Furong's heart is actually struggling.

If it wasn't necessary, she really didn't want to kill her brother herself.

Even though this brother has done a lot of wrong things, it is unforgivable in the eyes of others... But in her eyes, this brother was also the brother who loved and protected her.

She only hoped that he would wake up at the last moment and not give herself a chance to kill him.

Killing her brother with her own hands, even though she asked for it, it doesn't mean her heart doesn't hurt.

She really didn't want to go to this last step.

but.

Xin Ziwen didn't understand her painstaking efforts.

Facing Xin Furong's moist and pleading eyes, he felt very relieved in his heart, stretched out his hand and gently touched her cheek, with an affectionate expression on his face: "Miao Miao, what are you talking about, we will be together for the rest of our lives. Together, don't be self-willed, you know?"

Xin Furong looked at the determination and madness in his eyes.

Finally shed tears.

He closed his eyes fiercely, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Xin Ziwen bowed his head and kissed her cheek, and kissed away her tears along the way.

"These tears are so sweet." He murmured softly, smiling all over his face.

Xin Furong's heart was trembling, and the hand beside her was tightly clenched into a fist.

Xin Ziwen's so-called auspicious time is 11:30 noon.

Mo Ziqi was invited to the auditorium of the castle at eleven o'clock. He also invited the priest and the band to come over. Under the atmosphere created by the sound of music and fireworks, he walked slowly leading Xin Furong.

Xin Furong was dressed in a white wedding dress, with thick makeup painted on her face, she could barely see her original appearance, only her beautiful eyes, which were drooping, were filled with almost unbearable sadness and despair.

But the sadness and despair in her eyes made Xin Ziwen misunderstand, thinking that she was waiting for Mo Ziqi's face to enter the marriage hall with him, and she felt pain in her heart.

Especially when Xin Ziwen's eyes fell on Mo Ziqi's handsome face exuding coldness, the smile on his face became even bigger.

In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to the previous life, as if he had fulfilled the dream of the previous life.

this life.

He was retrieved by the Leng family and inherited the abilities of the Leng family.

He lost all consciousness and lived like a living dead.

He once harmed himself and others in order to regain his feelings, but finally found that these were useless.

He only felt resentment when he thought of Xin Miaomiao and Mo Ziqi.

Especially when he saw them in pain, even though he didn't feel any physical pleasure, mentally, he was very happy.

Just like now, he is really happy.

The corners of the happy mouth could not be stretched, and I wished I could just burst out laughing.

From this end of the red carpet, he held Mo Ziqi's favorite person by the hand, seeing his so ugly expression, he felt comfortable all over his body.

He even whispered in Xin Furong's ear, "Miao Miao, are you in pain? Look at your Qiqi, look at his expression, hahaha..." Xin Ziwen obviously couldn't help it when he said this. Continuing to hold back his expression, he really laughed out loud.

Xin Furong listened to his smile, looked at his distorted face, her heart felt like it was torn apart.

The hand hidden under the sleeve was even more tightly clenched into a fist, trembling.