Chapter 1082

Huan Qingyan looked at Jimo Ya worriedly, Jimo Ya now had eyes downcast and a very hurt expression.

Anyone who is treated like this by their biological mother will feel uncomfortable.

The people on the field have already started to sigh, "Gong Ziya is so pitiful..."

"I've always heard rumors that the relationship between him and his mother is not harmonious, but I didn't expect it to reach such a heinous point. Bah, such a woman really doesn't deserve to be a mother."

It was only then that Huan Qingyan understood the meaning of the sound transmission Jimo Ya had given her, "Hey, don't be sad."

At this time, the baby was in Huan Qingyan's arms, already asleep, the child's energy was low, and he couldn't hold on even if he wanted to watch a play.

Lai Sheng gestured to give him the child, and Huan Qingyan handed it over.

Jimo Ya raised his head, with a lonely expression, "Xiaoyan, I have caused you and the baby to be troubled, if I hadn't had such a biological mother, you and the baby would have been fine."

"It's not your fault." Huan Qingqing's face was full of distress.

"Well, Xiaoyan, will you agree to marry me? I have nothing left, only you and the baby..." Jimo Ya opened his mouth and came.

Lai Sheng and the elders of the Jimo family looked up to the sky.

Huan Qingyan looked at his faintly teary eyes, and was moved for a moment, thought for a while, and nodded.

"good."

Immediately, Jimo Ya put on a refreshed expression, his brows were beaming with joy, and he kissed Huan Qingyan's forehead.

Then, in all directions at high speed, he said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, all guests, welcome to my engagement banquet with Xiaoyan today..."

The most reversed thing was his clothes. After flipping them quickly, they turned out to have the exact same color and the same fabric as Xiaoyan's wedding clothes. This was premeditated!

Even Huan Qingyan smiled, no wonder she felt that the wedding dress on her was like the symbol of the Jimo family, she thought it was an illusion.

Even the wedding clothes were changed secretly by Jimo Ya.

The Mad Saint is stunned!

This style of painting changed too fast!

Fuck, what does it feel like to steal the show? This is what it feels like now!

I said, boy from the Jimo family, ah hello! You are engaged, have you asked me, the oldest and oldest elder of the Baili family?

"No, who allowed it? What about the betrothal gift? There is no betrothal gift. Want to marry Xiaoyan from our family? Thinking too much!"

Say the dowry, and the dowry arrives.

The doorman outside sang loudly, "The patriarch of the Jimo family is here!"

Jimo Wuchang came in with a gentle smile. Behind him, the feather guards lined up in two rows, carrying large and small boxes, filling the hall to the brim.

"Crazy Lord, this is our Xiaoya's betrothal gift. Oh, the two children are in love with each other. As elders, there is nothing we can do to help. Fortunately, our Jimo family has a solid family background and can support the child. , come, come, Holy One, please take a look..."

When Mrs. Ru's shadow stone appeared just now, the dignified atmosphere of that scene was swept away.

The guests present couldn't help laughing when they saw the mad saint's deflated appearance.

Baili Jiabao took the lead and called out, "Congratulations to Sister Qingyan and Gong Ziya for growing old together, a happy marriage for a hundred years!"

"A match made in heaven, a man with a talent and a woman with a beautiful face!"

...

All kinds of cheers and joys came and went, one after another, full of joy.

Only the little baby was sleeping soundly in Lai Sheng's arms, as if having a sweet dream, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as cute as he could be.