Chapter 2811 Wedding (4)

Just as he always did, he didn't even hesitate.

Such a man made Mo Xier stunned.

She raised her eyes and met his. Looking at his clear eyes without any fluctuation, her heart seemed to be stirred by something, and a ripple of what she didn't understand appeared.

The pastor seemed very satisfied with Qing Muchen's words. He turned his head and looked at Mo Xier beside him.

"Miss Mo Xier, are you willing to marry the man in front of you, respect him and obey him from now on, whether it is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, you will always love him, cherish him, and be loyal to him forever?"

Mo Xier did not answer, but hesitated for a few seconds.

Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but before she could say it, Qing Muchen's voice suddenly rang out beside her, "She is willing!"

He answered directly for her.

In front of so many people!

As for her wishes, he didn't intend to respect them at all.

The three words "firm" were as decisive as ever, and even overbearing.

The guests attending the wedding banquet today all knew about the relationship between the two, and they also knew that the entanglement between the two had started when Qing Muchen was still very young.

Mo Xier's wishes were also directly ignored by everyone off the stage.

Qing Muchen's originally strong behavior, in the eyes of everyone, became a unique mode of getting along between the young couple.

The applause from the audience resounded throughout the church, and could be heard from a long distance.

After the oath, the wedding rings were exchanged.

Qing Muchen also skipped Mo Xier's wishes in this link, took out the wedding rings from his arms, put the big one on himself, pulled her slender hand, and put the small one on her ring finger.

Mo Xier's hand twitched twice in his hand, as if trying to break free, Qing Muchen exerted force very overbearingly, wrapped her whole hand with his palm, and forced the ring into her.

He stared at the rings on their ring fingers, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his lips. He put an arm through her neck to hold the back of her head, pressed her head towards him, and leaned his handsome face towards her. He aimed his lips at hers and kissed her.

It was a long kiss. There were so many guests at the scene, but he seemed not to see it. The tip of his tongue invaded her lips and teeth, swept between her teeth, and absorbed the air in her mouth. He even bit her lips hard.

His kiss was simple, rough and fierce, and the force was so strong that Mo Xier gasped several times in pain.

She raised her wrist to push him away. After trying several times, she didn't push him away. She suddenly tiptoed, put her arms around his neck, and bit him back.

She bit without showing any weakness. The deeper the pain Qing Muchen gave her, the more fierce she responded.

The two people bit each other in front of the altar, fighting with their lips and tongues, like two kissing fish fighting for territory, neither of them was willing to show weakness.

Tong Xiyao sat in the first row of the guest seats, quietly watching the scene on the stage, seeming a little stunned.

Qing Yafeng supported his temple with one hand, rubbing the painful nerves with his fingertips again and again, and frowned.

What is he doing?

They haven't even walked out of the church yet, and they have already started fighting?

The two people on the stage were still kissing fiercely. It was unknown how long it had been. When Qing Muchen finally let go, Mo Xier's lips were burning with pain, and her red lips were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood.