Chen Jiao cried silently for a while, turned her back and cried in a low voice: "If you don't want to marry me, why are you stopping me?"

Han Yue looked at her stubborn back and recalled what she had just said. Although he was surprised, he seemed to understand what she meant.

He tried to say, "I, I thought you, you didn't really want to marry me."

Chen Jiao smiled bitterly: "I really don't want to marry. Why do I stand here in such a dress, and I'm so despised by you for nothing?"

Han Yue suddenly had a headache. Why did he despise her?

But she was crying.

Forget it, he doesn't care about women.

"I'm sorry." Han Yue apologized in a low voice.

Chen Jiao ignored him, and tears fell down again, and she raised the back of her hand to wipe it off.

The ground was much colder than the kang. She was so petite and cried so pitifully. Han Yue felt soft and coaxed, "Okay, go to the kang first, don't catch a cold."

Chen Jiao didn't move, tears stopped flowing, and she said coldly: "Do you want to marry me or not? Just let me go home if you don't want to."

Han Yue thought to himself that the wedding banquet was held and he dared to let her go when the wedding chamber was about to come. The next day, Lin Boyuan and his wife dared to kill him with kitchen knives.

Taking two steps forward, Han Yue looked at her fair side face and asked, "You really want to be my wife of a farmer?"

Chen Jiao pursed her lips and turned her head and said, "You haven't answered me yet."

Han Yue smiled, took another step forward, bent down, and hugged the petite bride horizontally!
Chapter completed!