Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 272 Entering, Marriage Palace

Duan Wangshu's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the bottom of his eyes flashed a dark and indescribable light. After a long time, he finally nodded, passed Qiao Moshen, and strode away.

Tong Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief, and came to Qiao Moshen in a few steps. Although he was worried, his voice was a little cold, "Let's go."

A second of darkness suddenly appeared in front of Qiao Moshen's eyes, his tall body swayed, almost fainting.

But he couldn't care about these anymore, he turned around and left the bridal shop with Tong Xiaoyun in big strides.

Tong Xiaoyun stopped a taxi and asked the driver to take her and Qiao Moshen to the beach.

There was no one around, only the sound of the waves coming from time to time.

The cold wind was mixed with the salty smell of sea water, Tong Xiaoyun took a deep breath, the cold air made her heart feel cold and bitter.

The salty sea breeze messed up her hair, Tong Xiaoyun slowly raised her little hand, brushed her hair behind her ears, then lowered her head, and took out a small red box from her bag.

Then she turned around, her silent eyes fell on Jomo's haggard and desolate handsome face, and she handed the small box to him, "This is for you."

Jomo knew exactly what was in that small box, it was their wedding ring.

At this moment, his heart was bleeding.

Breathing became rapid again, Qiao Moshen only felt the sockets of his eyes becoming hot, and the tears wet his eyes again.

Throat tight, glowing with burning pain.

He opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, Tong Xiaoyun continued, "Qiao Moshen, I don't love you anymore, we're divorced, don't pester me anymore, this will only make me hate you more."

The cold wind was blowing, and the sweat on Qiao Mo's deep forehead was still unceasing.

Stomach pain, but not one ten thousandth of his heartache.

His heart was torn by her.

Tong Xiaoyun clenched her hands tightly, and her fingertips sank deep into her flesh, so that her heart wouldn't hurt so much.

Facing Jomo's gloomy and painful eyes, she said calmly, "Since you have nothing to say, I'll go first."

Stuffing the small box into his hand, she slowly lowered her eyes. She withdrew her gaze from Qiao Moshen, turned around, and left.

The smell of boiling tears filled her nose.

Just before tears welled up in his eyes, his wrist tightened.

Tong Xiaoyun immediately forced back tears, turned around slowly, and once again met Qiao Moshen's firm gaze, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, that's right, I won't let go again." Jomo said in a low voice, every word, with unshakable strength and arrogance.

Tong Xiaoyun suddenly sneered, and forced herself to show disdain, "Won't let go? Qiao Moshen, who do you think you are? You are rich, powerful, and can make anyone do things for you, but what about a person's heart? You Can you force me to still have you in my heart?"

She asked in a cold voice, took a step forward, her starry eyes were like swords, and her eyes pressed tight, "You are no longer in my heart, from the moment you chose revenge, from the moment you gave me the divorce agreement, My heart is going cold, Qiao Moshen, let me tell you one last time, I don't love you anymore, don't make me hate you, let go!"

Qiao Moshen's big palm was thrown away by her. He watched her turn and leave resolutely, but he didn't go forward.

The weak body was still as stable as Mount Tai under the violent sea breeze.

His dark eyes locked tightly on her slender back, his beautiful thin lips were slightly parted, and his deep voice was like an imperial decree, carrying supreme prestige and power, "I said I would never let go again, Tong Xiaoyun, I owe you, and I will use the rest of my life to redeem my sins, but you, don't ever want to leave me again."

Tong Xiaoyun's footsteps faltered slightly, and then he strode forward immediately.

She wanted to leave here quickly, because tears had already flooded her pale cheeks.

She must not let Qiao Mo see her deep reluctance for him.

After getting in the car, she immediately reported her home address, and the phone rang at this moment.

It was Duan Wangshu calling, Tong Xiaoyun took a deep breath to stop tears, hesitated, and pressed the answer button.

When Duan Wangshu knew that she answered the phone, it meant that she had finished talking with Qiao Moshen.

The results should have been settled.

"I've already contacted the church and we're getting married right away."

Tong Xiaoyun's heart was empty, a burst of severe pain swept across her limbs and bones, her tears-soaked lips trembled, her throat was tight, and it took a long time to make a sound, "Okay."

After only saying one word, she immediately hung up the phone, not wanting to give herself a chance to repent.

All the way home, Tong Xiaoyun just wanted to go back to the room, cry a lot, and then put Qiao Moshen down completely, and then marry Duan Wangshu.

However, Cong Yi came.

Seeing Tong Xiaoyun's red eyes, Cong Yi was startled, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying again?"

Tong Xiaoyun shook her head and returned to her room, Cong Yi followed immediately, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter?"

Tong Xiaoyun put down her bag and sat down on the sofa, tears streaming down her face, her sobbing voice was intermittent, "Cong Yi...I'm going to marry...Duan Wangshu."

Cong Yi was startled, strode forward, and sat down beside Tong Xiaoyun, "Are you serious? Are you really going to marry him? What about Qiao Moshen?"

Tong Xiaoyun was filled with grief, and threw herself into Cong Yi's arms, crying bitterly, "Cong Yi, what should I do? I really love uncle, but I can't help... Cong Yi, help me, I think I'm dying……"

Cong Yi's eyes turned red, and she raised her hand to gently pat Tong Xiaoyun's back, "Since you love him so much, why did you agree to marry Duan Wangshu, Xiaoyun, what do you think?"

Tong Xiaoyun shook her head in Cong Yi's arms, "I can't say, Cong Yi, I really can't, I..."

She almost told Cong Yi about her pregnancy.

But she still didn't have the courage to speak out.

If she could bravely tell Qiao Moshen that she was pregnant, maybe Qiao Moshen would not be able to let her go like he is now.

In that case, she would stop thinking about him little by little.

But now, even if she married Duan Wangshu, she still couldn't make a complete break with Qiao Moshen in her heart.

Tong Xiaoyun, Tong Xiaoyun...

She is really selfish and cowardly!

Cong Yi took a deep breath, held Tong Xiaoyun's shoulders, and gently pushed her away, "Tell me, why can't you go back to Qiao Moshen's side? Did Duan Wangshu threaten you? Xiaoyun, you don't have to Be afraid of him, you know that Qiao Moshen's strength is not inferior to his."

Tong Xiaoyun closed her eyes in pain, her trembling eyelashes were soaked with tears, like a butterfly blown by the wind and rain, without making a sound.

"Cong Yi, I have my own difficulties, you will know soon, but... I don't have the courage to tell you, don't ask any more, don't ask any more, and don't tell uncle, please."

Cong Yi was extremely helpless.

What the hell happened?
Why can't she speak?
Do you really want to marry that bastard Duan Wangshu?
Cong Yi already knew that when Tong Xiaoyun disappeared, Duan Wangshu had actually kidnapped her.

This man is such a complete bastard!

……

"Xiao Yun, do you really decide to marry Duan Wangshu? What if Dad disagrees?"

In the evening, after Tong Xiaoyun told Tong Wei about her marriage with Duan Wangshu, Tong Wei felt very sad.

Ever since he learned that his daughter was actually taken away by Duan Wangshu, his attitude towards Duan Wangshu has completely changed.

Tong Xiaoyun's tears had long since dried up, and there was a terrifyingly quiet atmosphere all over her body, and she said in a faint voice, "Yes, I have already decided, Dad, Duan Wangshu will treat me very well... Except for uncle, other men are to me. , whoever you marry is the same."

Tong Wei held Tong Xiaoyun's little hand tightly, and said anxiously, "Xiaoyun, don't say that, okay? Do you know how worried your father is when you look like this now?"

Tong Xiaoyun slowly raised her eyelids, her fan-like eyelashes trembling slightly, her dull eyes fell on her father's increasingly aging face, and she said apologetically, "Dad, I am the one who is sorry for you, always making you worry about me, I won't worry you anymore, don't worry, I married Duan Wangshu voluntarily, and he treats me very well, so don't worry about me, Dad."

Tong Wei sighed quietly, "Xiao Yun, are you really happy doing this?"

Tong Xiaoyun got into her father's arms and nodded, "Dad, I have a child, and I am very happy to have you. Really, even if I marry Duan Wangshu, I will rely on you at home. You have to help me Take care of your grandson, but, in the future, you will not only worry about me, but also your grandson."

Only then did Tong Wei laugh, "Okay, when my grandson is born, you can stand aside."

Tong Xiaoyun also chuckled lightly, and slipped into her father's arms again, "Dad, I think it's really good now, we are still the same as before, you spoil me and love me, no matter how capricious I am, you are not angry, Dad, I'm really happy right now."

Tong Wei patted Tong Xiaoyun's little head, "Dad doesn't have any wishes anymore, I just hope you can be as happy as before, and Dad will be satisfied."

Tong Xiaoyun responded softly, "I will, I am really happy to have you and the child by my side."

……

Here comes the wedding.

Solemn and luxurious church, white wedding dress, exquisite bouquet...

All the guests seated stood up.

Tong Xiaoyun took Tong Wei's arm and appeared at the door of the church. Step by step, she walked towards Duan Wangshu who was standing under the cross.

She is getting married.

Once, Tong Xiaoyun fantasized more than once, wearing a white wedding dress, holding a beautiful bouquet, and walking into the palace of marriage with Qiao Moshen.

Now, everything is as she imagined, but this wedding is to bid farewell to Qiao Mo.

Slowly lowering her head, crystal tears rolled down her cheeks, the sadness in her eyes was obscured by the veil, but the pain and sorrow in her heart were so real and deep.

Tong Wei sent Tong Xiaoyun to Duan Wangshu's side, looked at Tong Xiaoyun for a while, sighed inwardly, then turned around and went down to sit down.

He could feel Tong Xiaoyun's sadness.

This girl, thinking about Qiao Moshen in her heart, but she is going to marry another man she doesn't love, must be very painful.

The voice of the priest sounded at this moment, "Dear guests, in front of God and relatives and friends, we witnessed that Duan Wangshu and Tong Xiaoyun entered the hall of holy marriage hand in hand. This is the precious wealth left by God since the creation of the world, so , Do not enter at will, but be respectful and strict."

"On this holy occasion, these two may be united, and if anyone knows of any reason why this marriage should not take place, please speak up, or remain silent forever."

After the priest's words fell, Tong Xiaoyun's heart filled with deep regret.

She couldn't help taking a step back, putting some distance between Duan Wangshu and her.

She... wanted to leave here and go find him.

She really couldn't let him go.

Duan Wangshu frowned slightly, on the surface he was extremely calm, but in his heart he was a little scared by Tong Xiaoyun's tiny move.

Does she want to get out of here?
Tong Wei also picked up his heart, raised his watch to look at the time, and then couldn't help but look back, his expression brightened.

He really appeared!
(End of this chapter)