The two of them met too late.
Any period of time is worth cherishing, and every moment is worth cherishing.
They don't care how long they have been apart or how long they have met.
They only care that every moment now, they are in each other's deep love and feel the meaning of their existence in this world.
Luo Xi just stared at the two rings lying quietly in front of her.
Her vision gradually shook the clear picture and turned into a haze washed by rain.
The man reached out and took out the small ring, took the woman's hand, and looked at her deeply.
"Luoxi, from now on, no matter whether I am poor or rich, sick or healthy, you will be my only wife, Jing Mohao, in this life, are you willing?"
The man's voice, solemn and powerful, is enough to break a woman's heart and drive away all unnecessary thoughts.
Luo Xi felt the deafening beating of her heartbeat, creating a roar in her soul.
She bit her lip tightly and couldn't say a word.
She just nodded desperately.
Her sight could no longer reach the man's face safely, and it was all blocked in a mist.
Jing Mohao looked at her deeply, raised her slender ring finger, and pushed the ring in.
The size is perfect.
The people couldn't be more suitable.
Luo Xi also fumbled and picked up another large ring.
Without saying anything, she directly took the man's left hand and put it on him.
The man smiled, lowered his head and kissed her cheek, and whispered, "Luoxi, you wear your wedding ring so carelessly.
It will be impossible for you to regret it in the future."
She was still holding back her emotions, but his words instantly overturned her emotions.
Luo Xi burst into laughter, fell into the man's arms, and locked fingers with him.
"From the day I met you, I never had any room for regret."
The man groaned, then hugged the woman tightly, "Yes, indeed." "" Luo Xi raised her head in the man's arms and bit his chin gently, "If you hadn't bullied me so much before, maybe we would have been together long ago."
The man couldn't feel the pain and instead smiled.
"So, you admit that you have always admired me back then."
Luo Xi pouted, "I don't admire you, I admire Mo Yao's works.
However, since you started using Wen Xiqin's works, I no longer admire them."
There was a sour taste in the words, which the man sensitively caught, and said, "So I keep the plagiarized works with me every day, thinking that one day I can clear my grievances."
"No," Luo Xi denied, "In my eyes, you should stay on the cover of the magazine and don't come out casually to harm all living beings, just like Mona Lisa's smile, which is the quietest on the picture. , if she emerges from the painting as a shrew, you will see whether people will like her or not.”
"Luoxi," the man's voice suddenly dropped, his dark eyes looking directly at the woman's face like a deep pool.
Luo Xi shrank his neck and swallowed, "What's wrong?"
"You mean, I look like the Mona Lisa.
I only look good on the screen, but terrible in real life."
Luo Xi looked at him and silently screamed in her heart, something bad is going to happen.
I accidentally spoke out what was on my mind at the time.
But this is the actual situation.
He was so fierce, arrogant, violent, domineering, and robbed.
It was obviously very bad: