Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Wen Cheng's Adam's apple rolled, as if he was afraid of scaring Gu Rong, and asked softly, "Why?"

There was one sentence he hadn't asked yet. Was Gu Rong going to break up with him?

Gu Rong still lowered his head and said in a weak and dull voice, "I don't want to affect you."

The voice was broken, and Gu Rong choked and said, "I don't know why this is happening, Wen Cheng,... I used to hate my father. Since my mother died, he has never loved me again. I hate him very much. I even ...I don’t want to be his daughter in the next life.”

Gu Rong's eyes were blurry with tears, and it was the first time he cried like this in front of Wen Cheng.

That day at the door of the operating room, Gu Rong was not as broken as he was today.

She was confused, like a child lost in the dark.

Putting everything aside, Gu Tianlai is just a father to Gu Rong, the father with whom she has the closest blood relationship in the world.

Although Gu Rong hates Gu Tianlai, deep down in his heart, Gu Rong longs for his father's love.

Looking at Gu Rong's trembling shoulders, Wen Cheng felt as if his heart had been torn open.

"Gu Rong." Wen Cheng called Gu Rong's name softly, and gently hugged the girl into his arms. Gu Rong's eyes were pressed against the man's broad shoulders, and his body was shaking from crying.

It was as if all the suppressed emotions and suppressed tears in the past broke out at this moment.

Gu Rong was like a small animal, relying on Wen Cheng's shoulder, and his whimpering sounds were like a hammer, constantly hitting Wen Cheng's heart.

At this moment, Wen Cheng had only one thought. In this life, he could not let Gu Rong suffer the same collapse again.

Gu Rong cried so hard that she was in a daze. Wen Cheng picked her up and put her on the sofa. Gu Rong was still sobbing.

The slender fingers held Wen Cheng's clothes, and the fingertips were so hard that they turned white, as if they were grasping something that was about to disappear.

Wen Cheng sat next to Gu Rong and gently wiped her tears with a clean handkerchief. Gu Rong looked at Wen Cheng with red eyes. It was the first time that she looked so pitiful and embarrassed in front of Wen Cheng.

"Are you still crying?" Wen Cheng asked softly.

Gu Rong shook his head, but his eyelashes were still moist, and his eyes were wet with crystal tears. He looked like he was about to cry again at any time.

Wen Cheng touched Gu Rong's hair. Her hair was very soft. "Gu Rong, you have indeed affected me."

"That's why I have to move out." Gu Rong whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Gu Rong, I still haven't finished what I said." Wen Cheng's dark pupils stared at Gu Rong, his eyebrows were cold, and the emotion in his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost and snow.

Gu Rong slowly raised his head and looked at Wen Cheng with wet pupils.

Wen Cheng's clean fingertips fell on the corners of her eyes, and then, the man's cold and helpless voice sounded in the air.

"Gu Rong, for me, anything you do will affect me, no matter it is a big or small matter, even a small detail that is different from yesterday, after I notice it, I will subconsciously guess whether you Not happy anymore.”

"Wen Cheng, do you care about me so much?" Gu Rong pursed his lips, leaned forward, and rested his forehead on Wen Cheng's shoulder.

Wen Cheng patted Gu Rong's back gently, and said in a cold voice, "I have never cared about someone so much, Gu Rong, your importance to me has long exceeded the scope of my control."

"Gu Rong, don't move out." Wen Cheng put his beautiful big hands around the girl's thin back, "If you are willing, I want to marry you, so that I can legitimately care about you."

Gu Rong rubbed his forehead lightly on his shoulder, and the two of them said nothing.

After a long silence, Gu Rong suddenly stretched out his arms and put his arms around Wen Cheng's neck. His fair face was like a kitten on the man's neck, and he nuzzled gently twice, "Wen Cheng, let's get married. I want to I want a home with you.”

Since Zhou Ya left, Gu Rong no longer has a home.

She had met many people before, but no one made Gu Rong feel attracted to her. She wanted to legalize her feelings for Wen Cheng between her and him.

After hearing the answer he had been thinking about day and night, Wen Cheng's head went blank for a few seconds. He hugged Gu Rong tightly and said a silent and low "Yes."

"Gu Rong." Wen Cheng's voice was low. He let go of Gu Rong and looked into her eyes face to face. Gu Rong blinked at him. Although her eyes were red, her mood seemed much better than before.

Wen Cheng lowered his head and kissed Gu Rong's eyes, "Don't be afraid Gu Rong, I will always be by your side. When I die, I will try my best to stay behind you. From now on, my Gu Rong will never be alone again."

Gu Rong pursed her lips and said, "Wen Cheng, tell me, will I meet my father again in my next life?"

Wen Cheng paused, then he hugged Gu Rong into his arms and touched the back of her head.

"Maybe." Wen Cheng said, knowing what answer Gu Rong wanted.

Even if Gu Tianlai changed later, he was still Gu Rong's father. He once loved Gu Rong, and there was still a blood relationship between the two. Gu Rong could not let go easily.

After Gu Tianlai died, Gu Rong seemed to be walking back. She gradually moved towards the past, towards the time when Gu Tianlai and Zhou Ya had not divorced.

Gu Rong pursed her lips, "But I don't want to be a father and daughter with him anymore."

This sentence is obviously duplicitous.

If there is a next life, Gu Rong probably hopes to meet Gu Tianlai who truly loves her.

After saying this, Gu Rong put his arms around Wen Cheng's neck and whispered a few words in his ear.

Wen Cheng suddenly chuckled and patted Gu Rong's back, "Good girl."

So far, Gu Rong has never let him down.

This gave Wen Cheng a special feeling, as if they should be together.

Wen Cheng turned his head and kissed Gu Rong's cheek, and whispered in her ear:

"Gu Rong, I love you."

……

"Brother Wen Cheng, little Aying must be hungry." Mu Shutian's voice brought Wen Cheng back to reality. He suddenly came back to his senses and looked down at the child.

Aying was nestled in Wen Cheng's arms. She didn't know when she started to flatten her mouth, looking unhappy.

Wen Cheng pulled his lips in embarrassment, "Sorry, Ying, uncle was distracted."

Mu Shutian took the child out of Wen Cheng's arms. Just at this moment, Lu Mian came over. As soon as Aying saw her father, she stretched out her little hand to hug her.

Wen Cheng looked at the child's small figure with cold eyebrows, but the sadness in the black pupils could not be concealed.

Huo Chuyi's wedding was grand and serious, perfectly demonstrating the strength and financial resources of the Huo family and the Pei family.

After the ceremony, it was time for the toast. Wen Cheng did not sit in the front seat. He sat alone in the corner.

He leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, lowered his eyes slightly, and kept twirling the wedding ring on his ring finger.