mtl008 Chapter 162 Don't touch my things next time
Chapter 162 Don't touch my things next time
As the victim, Yan Qing, who was about to become Wen Ling's wife, glared at her husband with disgust.
I've been holding it in for so many years, and I have to get this matter over with no matter what.
He tried to force a smile, and while listening to the host's passionate speech, he whispered, "Now that you're here, are you..."
"I know it well."
Yan Qing felt very uncomfortable listening to what these people said. She was a little unwilling and looked among the guests.
Then, she saw her mother who was one meter away from her, with tears welling up in her eyes.
No one mentioned this shame, so she could only swallow it.
Then, after the host’s excited speech, it finally entered the final stage and the two exchanged their rings.
Yan Qing's hands were shaking slightly. She bit her lips and stared at Wen Ling.
There was a hint of hope in her eyes, because every woman would have a grand wedding.
This was the first time in her life that she didn't want to have any flaws.
Wen An secretly glanced back and saw Luo Li standing behind him.
At this moment, Yan Qing felt that if Guo Luoli agreed to Wen An, he would definitely abandon her without hesitation.
At this moment, the host also sensed something was wrong and was about to speak to ease the atmosphere.
Mr. and Mrs. Wen also looked worried, and Wen Yunfeng's father made a gesture to his child.
However, Wen Ling never went to see it.
Just when Yan Qing was about to admit defeat, he suddenly said, "Otherwise..."
Wen An quickly picked up the plain ring on her hand and put it on her.
"you…"
"Come on, our new mom might be excited, let's make a deal."
The host's words drowned out Yan Qing's voice, and perhaps Wen An didn't even hear it.
After finally getting through this period of time, the host started to make trouble.
"Next, please give me a kiss, groom!"
Hearing this, Wen Ling's face changed, and Yan Qing was also stunned.
With so many people watching, Wen Ling couldn't just not give them any face, right?
Wen An's palms were covered in sweat and his face was ashen.
But how could he do that with Luo Li around?
Xia Yuheng, however, had a look of anticipation on his face. He raised his legs with a look of excitement on his face.
"Let's take a gamble."
Xia Yuheng naturally knew what Wen An was thinking.
Then, he whispered something to Luo Li who was standing beside him.
Luo Li was confused, his mind was all on the wedding, and he asked casually, "What's the bet?"
"Let's bet on whether Wen Ling will kiss her?"
Luo Li frowned and asked, "Are you here to cause trouble?"
"How dare you say that to me?" Xia Yuheng asked pretending to be aggrieved.
"Then you..." He couldn't believe his ears.
"I'm just curious."
Luo Li felt that at such a critical moment, Xia Yuheng actually looked nonchalant, which made people instinctively think that he was here to cause trouble.
"Alright alright."
"Unfortunately, I can't."
Xia Yuheng seemed not to hear what Luo Li was saying and continued to talk to himself.
Wen An hesitated for a long time, with a very unhappy expression on his face.
Tang Ling turned to look at Luo Li, only to see Xia Yuheng chatting happily with him.
An unspeakable anger burned in his heart, and he walked towards Yan Qing angrily.
Although he was mentally prepared, Yan Qing was still shocked.
Her eyes widened, but before she could do anything, she felt her vision darken and something cold touched her lips.
Wen An has very thin lips. People say that people with thin lips are thinner, but she seems really sexy.
This was her second kiss.
She didn't feel it that night, but this time, she felt it for real.
At the host's instigation, the audience also cheered.
Amidst the noise, Luo Li walked up to Xia Yuheng and said to him, "You think too much."
Xia Yuheng didn't seem to have expected this scene. He was slightly startled and then chuckled.
He walked up to Luo Li and said, "Would you like a bouquet of flowers?"
Luo Li was completely stunned. He felt his ears starting to get hot, and the breath he exhaled seemed to blow directly into his heart.
"No, there's no need." In this place, his voice was about to stutter.
"Let's do this." Xia Yuheng said with a smile.
She couldn't help laughing when she saw her head almost buried under the table.
The people around looked at Xia Yuheng with suspicion.
Could it be that Xia Yuheng was really happy about Master Wen's wedding? So happy?
No one knew that Xia Yuheng's move made everyone look at the Wen family with admiration.
The protagonist Yan Qing's face turned red. It was the first time for her to walk on the stage in such an awkward manner.
However, Wen An's kiss made her expression worse, and she even felt a little regretful about why she did that.
The wedding was very successful. In the evening, Yan Qing took off her complicated clothes and sat in the bridal chamber with an anxious look on her face.
She had been to this room many times with Luo Li when she was very young, but she had never seen it before.
At this moment, she looked at the decorations around her with some surprise.
Yan Qing came closer out of curiosity, and when she saw this scene, she was stunned.
"You're obsessed with her."
"lay down!"
Yan Qing's hand trembled, and the photo slipped from his hand.
Of course, it was just a piece of ordinary glass, so it broke easily.
She looked at Wen Chi nervously, but Wen Chi just stared at the photo on the ground.
"I didn't mean it." Yan Qing also knelt on the ground and said in a low voice.
She subconsciously stretched out her hand, but didn't notice that her hand was cut.
Wen An was even more annoyed when she saw this scene. She said coldly: "I want your help!"
Wen An said this, looking at the photo in her hand with gentle eyes. It was taken when she and Luo Li were growing up together.
After saying that, he smiled at the camera and turned his head away.
This scene made Yan Qing very unhappy, and his eyes became wet.
"Don't touch my things next time."
Wen An said this, and before Yan Qing could make any response, he left with the photos.
"Where are you going?"
"study."
That night, Yan Qing sat in his room, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
The next morning, when Yan Qing woke up, he found Wen An standing beside him, looking out the window.
"Are you awake?" A familiar voice came from behind.
Yan Qing pursed her lips and nodded.
"Go wash up and follow me."