"Why is it suddenly delayed by an hour?"
"Forget it, don’t think about it, it’s not long anyway."
...
The speaker’s words were unintentional, but the listener took them to heart.
Qiao Mo was sowhat anxious—could he really be backing out?
No, he wouldn’t.
He kissed her when he arrived, didn’t he?
And he clearly asked Yan Jiu to tell her.
So it won’t happen, it definitely won’t happen.
Just as she was overthinking things, soone appeared beside her. Xie Qinghuan, having changed into a pink dress, sat next to her, "That damned man, I’ll never let him off easy!"
Qiao Mo showed a hint of a smile, "What happened now? He didn’t bully you, did he?"
"Of course not," Xie Qinghuan replied imdiately.
Qiao Mo looked at him suspiciously, because no matter how strong Qinghuan was, there’s an inherent physical disparity between n and won, an unfairness born by the creator.
"Alright... he did grope my chest a couple of tis, but I kicked him in the balls," Xie Qinghuan said calmly.
Qiao Mo’s gaze dropped to her chest.
Xie Qinghuan had changed into a bridesmaid dress, not low-cut but a halter design, with a one-inch slit at the chest, revealing a faintly alluring cleavage.
"Hey, actually I’d like to feel it too~"
Xie Qinghuan rolled her eyes at her, "Your heart is really big, the groom’s gone missing and you’re still fooling around."
ntioning Fu Nancheng, Qiao Mo felt a bit deflated.
There were eight minutes left until nine thirty, yet there seed to be no sign of him outside.
Qiao Mo didn’t know whether she should call him.
She actually wanted to, to call him and hear the outco so she could be reassured.
But sohow... she was afraid.
Afraid the answer wouldn’t be what she wanted, afraid of hearing he regretted it, and more afraid he wouldn’t co back.
"I’ll call him. If he stands up our Xiao Mo at the wedding, he’ll be lonely for the rest of his life!" Xie Qinghuan was slightly annoyed, having hurriedly changed her clothes to co out, only for Yan Yiheng to cling to her non-stop.
She was worried about delaying Xiao Mo’s wedding and was a bit upset. That damned man only told her the wedding was delayed by an hour.
But she’s grown up never having seen a wedding delayed like this.
Let alone traffic making one late, the person was already here, and then left again, what is that about!
"Don’t go." Qiao Mo quickly reached out to stop her.
Xie Qinghuan frowned, but Qiao Mo continued, "There are only a few minutes left, let’s wait."
Hearing this, she had no choice but to give up.
"Do you know where he went?" Xie Qinghuan asked again.
Qiao Mo shook her head, inwardly questioning what could be more important than their wedding...
"That bastard, Xiao Mo, I’m telling you. When the priest asks you if you’re willing, you tell him you’re not willing."
Xie Qinghuan was quite angry, having tried to coax Yan Yiheng for half a day to get useful information from him, only to find that he too was clueless.
Qiao Mo was amused by her and laughed lightly, but glancing around, the guests were already returning to their seats.
The number of people in the church grew again.
Anxious feelings arose within Qiao Mo as she checked the ti on her phone.
Nine twenty-eight.
Two minutes left.
Fu Nancheng... where are you?
Both inside and outside the church, more people gathered, so whispering while others focused their gaze on Qiao Mo.
A mont later, the priest and emcee appeared; seeing this, Qiao Mo could no longer remain seated on the bench as a spectator and had to get up and walk towards the church doors, at the end of the red carpet.
Nine twenty-nine, one minute left.
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