Chapter 1697 Xiao Mo, Marry Me (9)

He really appeared in front of her.

He had been gone for more than 20 days, how much she missed him.

Leng Yunchen looked at her deeply, took her hand, slowly lowered his head, and kissed the back of her hand like a feather.

The numb feeling instantly spread throughout her body.

"Xiao Mo, you are finally here."

"Brother..."

Hearing his voice again, Leng Xiaomo's tears fell down in an instant, as if a flood had broken through the dam and could not be stopped.

She lost control.

She knew that she should not cry in front of so many people at this critical moment, but she could not help it.

The more she wanted not to cry, the more she cried.

Leng Yunchen lowered his head and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, "Xiao Mo, are you blaming me?"

"Brother..."

That voice was particularly hoarse and choked, Leng Xiaomo seemed to not care about many things, she whimpered like a little animal, just wanting to hold him tightly.

Her helplessness, tension, grievance, longing, too many emotions, were all vented at this time.

She threw herself into Leng Yunchen's arms, and Leng Yunchen hugged her back, holding the bouquet for her, and kept his head down to coax her softly.

"Xiao Mo! Come on!"

The people who came were all relatives and friends. Su Li shouted and took the lead in cheering Xiao Mo up. In their eyes, Xiao Mo was the youngest and their sister. Although this incident did come suddenly, it was an unexpected surprise!

When Su Li shouted, Xiao Ye and You You also shouted below, and the others applauded loudly, watching the newlyweds hugging each other tightly, and the applause continued.

At the front, no matter how beautiful Leng Xiaomo was, and dressed up like a little woman, she still threw herself into Leng Yunchen's arms like a child.

As if, she was still the brother she relied on in the past.

Even if the relationship has changed substantially, the dependence in the past will not change.

Leng Yunchen held her in one hand and held the bouquet in the other. He lowered his head to coax her and kissed her forehead from time to time. Seeing them cheering below, he looked up and smiled helplessly.

When he looked at Leng Xiaomo, he felt more doting in his heart.

It was probably because this surprise was too big for her.

His appearance completely shocked her.

And so many people gathered here today to attend their engagement ceremony, which made her lose control.

Maybe, last night, in fact...

When she called herself, she might have caused a little misunderstanding.

"Xiaomo, don't cry, everyone is watching, don't let them laugh at you." Her tears were stained on her clean and tidy military uniform, but he didn't rush to wipe them, but helped her wipe her tears.

Leng Xiaomo slowly calmed down, pulled away from his arms, looked at him with red eyes, and glanced at the people around him.

They passed by in a hurry, and they were all familiar faces.

Leng Xiaomo thought about her embarrassment just now, and immediately lowered her head in embarrassment, her fair and delicate face was red.

"Xiaomo, look at me, I have something to say to you."

Leng Yunchen turned her blushing face.

Although Leng Xiaomo's heart was tangled and fluctuating, at this moment, she seemed to have blocked out those emotions, looking at him with slightly red eyes.

Her brother was really handsome today.

He was cold and handsome, and the military uniform made her heart beat violently, and she admired him very much.

【An, PS: Brother Jiu has something to say (free of charge). I haven’t been feeling very happy lately, and I’ve been under a lot of pressure. I’m actually very afraid of people asking about the end of the story, and urging me to finish it. I’m worried that you don’t like it, are tired of it, and comment that it’s too long and that I’m too slow. Those who can really give up can be dismissed. Some people have been writing a book for several years and nothing has gone well, but I haven’t even been writing this one for a year. Every time I urge you to finish it, Brother Jiu feels very uncomfortable. I feel like there’s something wrong with the writing, and they’re anxious for me to finish it, which makes me panic. Actually, I look free and easy, but sometimes I’m also sensitive. My own writing is like my own child. I know how to grasp the best scale and present it in the most perfect state. So, as I said, you can do it if you can. (forced smile)】