The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

After the slideshow finished, Mo Yanchen asked the emcee to start the formal process of the wedding.

Then, holding the diamond ring, he looked at the little girl sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, and knelt down on one knee: "Baby, I knew you wouldn't be so good, so my husband will help you."

He put the ring on her other ring finger, then bent down and kissed it.

The face was filled with a beaming smile, crushing the stars, blooming and scattering unbridled in his eyes.

Then, he took another male ring and put it on himself.

"Baby, I'll fill in the gaps for you if you don't behave well."

Just like that, he completed their exchange of rings.

Then the master of ceremonies said that the groom can kiss the bride.

Mo Yanchen stood up, put one hand on his lower back, bent down like a gentleman, and then kissed the girl's delicate eyebrows: "Baby, I love you, I love you very much."

Exactly how much he loved her, he couldn't tell.

All he knew was that, let alone her being in a vegetative state, even if it was a ghost marriage, he would hold her ashes and walk the red carpet together.

He loves her indescribably, incomprehensibly, even beyond reason.

Paranoid, stubborn, and possessed.

A drop of tear, like someone possessed by a demon, fell disobediently and fell on the girl's fair forehead, crystal clear.

The strapless white wedding dress and the bright red Bianhua flower on the girl's right shoulder are blooming more and more vividly, wrapping around her 'Chen' like a lifelike one.

She's so delicate and beautiful that it's unbelievable.

Pei Ying and Anya couldn't bear it anymore. They stood in the audience and cried bitterly.

Tong Zhen looked away and wiped his tears with his sleeves.

It hurts so much.

I don't know if he feels sorry for his precious granddaughter or because he feels sorry for the man in front of him who insists on going through the entire wedding alone.

Then there was thunderous applause, deafening.

There were also cries.

A loyal fan of Chengjiaqi, his eyes were swollen from crying.

Cheng Zixin squatted on the ground, howling loudly, crying heartbreakingly.

They are such stunning oranges.

Haishi is such a noble, cold, arrogant and indifferent Mr. Mo.

All the media reporters were filming frantically, and some female reporters were crying while carrying their machines to take pictures.

It was supposed to be such a flawless and happy wedding, but he persevered through it alone, even with a hidden smile on his face.

Because this is his wedding to her.

As a result, this wedding caused a sensation in the entire sea city.

As long as the popularity of various titles related to Su Mucheng and Mo Yanchen's wedding, they all dominated the hot searches.

This man's deep affection makes all the women in Hai City yearn for him.

The most beautiful love in the world - Mr. Mo and Cheng Zi.

The noisy topic is still going on, and the hot topics on Weibo are still fermenting.

No turmoil.

And in the living room of the hospital ward.

The man was sitting there alone, wearing a dazzling and handsome tuxedo. He looked very handsome. No matter from any angle, he looked superior and high-end.

However, those eyes were always looking in one direction, without focus, and lost their light. Under their feet, there was a pile of cigarette butts.

He had been sitting here smoking for several hours since the wedding.

Not only did he smoke, he also kept pressing the lights on his mobile phone, staring at the screen saver. The lights were turned off and turned on again, turned off and turned on again, repeating, repeating.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Yanchen finally stood up and walked to the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out again, the man took off his white tuxedo and put on the home clothes Su Mucheng had bought for him. When he came out of the bathroom, he looked towards the bed at first glance, as if he had formed a habit.

Always hoping that one look would happen to catch her looking at him.

It was quiet, except for the ticking sound of medical equipment, there was nothing else.

It was as if he couldn't even hear his own breathing.

Mo Yanchen's eyes stayed on the girl's beautiful face, and after a moment, he smiled: "Baby, today is our wedding night."

He held her hand gently and wrapped it in his palm: "Today, the whole sea city knows that you are my wife, Mo Yanchen."

"I am very happy."

"Really happy."

He held her hand and talked non-stop like he was drunk.

However, at the wedding, he clearly didn't drink at all.

He told her how many guests there were at the wedding, how many friends there were, how many people were crying and how many people were laughing.

She also said that she dominated the entire trending search again, saying that whenever she appeared, she looked domineering.

He said that now he doesn’t need to read Weibo to know that he is not far from being paralyzed again.

Lots and lots of them, he told her.

What she didn't see, he saw for her.

It was a very calm voice, just like their daily chat, a little teasing and like a joke.

It was as if he saw her nestled in his arms, holding his face and saying that he was flirting again, and then she obediently came over to kiss him.

Mo Yanchen smiled as he spoke, and the corners of his eyes turned red as he smiled.

It was bright red, as if stained with blood, and there was still crystal clear moisture inside.

The man looked at the girl who had been sleeping quietly without any disturbance. After a long time, he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse: "Baby, please answer me, I really can't hold it any longer."

During the wedding during the day, he was calm, good-natured and calm.

But late at night, the strings in my head will suddenly break and shatter unexpectedly, and I can't pick them up, just in pieces.

He buried his face in her hands and burst into tears.