Chapter 727 The Third Wedding

The servant's inaction made Wen Churan feel awkward and froze on the spot, neither moving forward nor retreating.

Seeing how she was begging a group of servants, Sheng Shimo couldn't help but frown, and suddenly shouted angrily, "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you all get out!"

This roar was obviously directed at the servants.

Wen Churan raised his head suddenly and finally glanced at the man, his face full of surprise.

She never thought that Sheng Shimo would speak out to help her.

His Excellency the President had spoken, and he was so angry that the group of servants fled as if they were running away.

After the door was closed with a click, the entire cloakroom fell into silence for an instant.

The two of them just faced each other, no one spoke, and time seemed to stand still.

After an unknown amount of time, the tie around Sheng Shimo's neck suddenly fell to the ground, breaking the stalemate.

"What do you have to say?" Sheng Shimo asked, his indifferent voice without any unnecessary emotion.

Wen Churan licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, but still had no intention of speaking, but walked towards Sheng Shimo.

She walked to him and stopped, not too far but not too close. Then, she bent down to pick it up from the ground. After shaking it in her hand twice, she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around the man's neck. Helped him put on his tie.

Sheng Shimo was stunned for a moment, a little surprised by her actions, but still instinctively bent his neck to cooperate with her.

Looking down, I saw that the way the woman tied her tie was very beautiful and very skillful, and she did it in one go.

"You came...just to help me tie a tie?" Sheng Shimo couldn't help but ask.

"Yes." Wen Churan lowered his head and replied dully. After a moment, he added, "And...congratulations."

Congratulations?

Sheng Shimo frowned and his eyes instantly turned cold.

Although it was already tied, Wen Churan still held the tie tightly in his hands and had no intention of letting it go.

She pulled slightly, and Sheng Shimo's head lowered, and his lips just touched the top of her head.

His expression was startled, and when he was about to raise his head, a woman's voice suddenly came to his ears.

"You know, actually...I also had two weddings..."

Her voice was very low and soft, especially pleasant to the ear, as if she was telling a long-ago story.

"The first time...he didn't love me. At that wedding, I was the only one who felt happy. Later...I finally waited for his willing proposal. There was no bouquet, no ring, and only one song. It's a pity..."

At this point, the words suddenly stopped.

No one knows what is behind it.

There was no expression on Sheng Shimo's face, and his eyes were still as indifferent as water, but his lowered hands were tightly clenched into fists, as if he was desperately holding back something until there were faint veins popping out on his neck.

After a while, Wen Churan spoke again.

"Unfortunately...he disappeared before the wedding could even begin..."

The woman's voice sounded a little choked.

She lowered her head so that no one could see her expression.

Did she cry?

Just when Sheng Shimo was secretly guessing, she raised her head suddenly and suddenly smiled at him, her eyebrows crescent.

That smile is like a light suddenly appearing in the darkness, like a flower blooming, like the spring breeze in March, blowing directly into the heart of others.

Her smile was so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look at her.

"I'm still waiting for the third wedding." Wen Churan said with a smile.