Ye Cong arranged for everything. The wedding would be held in Ye Cong’s villa. As for the guests, he settled the invitations too. Ordinary people would never be invited to this wedding.
Mo Fei sat on the windowsill and watched the falling snow outside. It had been three whole days since she left the resort.
Ye Cong retrieved some beer and went over. He leaned against the window and handed a bottle to Mo Fei. “It’s not too late to ask Qian Yikun to join us now.”
Mo Fei took the beer, unscrewed the cap, and drank almost all of it in one gulp. “I suggest you double your preparations. Mo Tian is a cunning old fox. He has the most advanced technology and a group of the most loyal killers.” Mo Fei gulped down the rest of the beer.
“And you were one of them,” Ye Cong reminded her.
“Don’t put me together with that bunch of morons. I’d feel that I’ve been degraded.” Mo Fei continued to stare at the heavy snow outside. “It
will be best if you can stop Mo Tian on land. I can tell you this. Once he’s airborne, it won’t be a problem on whether you can be airborne if you intend to capture him.”
“However, I think killing Mo Tian is your job, no?” Ye Cong pointed out a fact.
Mo Fei, “…”
Right, that seemed to be the case.
“Why don’t we discuss our wedding now?” Ye Cong raised his eyebrows with a hint of mockery.
Mo Fei was expressionless as she snatched the beer over from Ye Cong’s hand. “Why don’t we discuss how you’re going to die?”
“Maybe Qian Yikun will bring people over?” Ye Cong did not mind Mo Fei taking his beer away. After all, she was not some pampered daughter from a wealthy family.
Mo Fei gulped down the beer again and tossed the bottle out the window. The cold wind snuck into the room because of her action, and the piercing coldness landed on her face.
However, all these were insignificant to Mo Fei.
Mo Fei did not shut the window. It was as if she expected the cold to calm her down. Yet, when she looked out, she noticed the man standing in the snow.
The man stood tall and straight like a white poplar standing in the snow.
Mo Fei suddenly jumped off the windowsill like a fairy that had suddenly disappeared.
Ye Cong leaned his elbows on the windowsill and looked at Mo Fei, who was jumping all the way to the bottom from windowsill to windowsill. Once a woman fell in love, no matter what kind of woman she was, she would do unbelievable things.
Mo Fei was the epitome of that.
The temperature outside was minus seven degrees. Mo Fei was dressed in only a simple shirt and long pants. The thin fabric could not block out the biting cold.
However, that was not important. None of it was important.
Could it be that the closer she got, the clearer her muddled brain became when she saw him, and she became more rational?
When she approached Qian Yikun’s side, she was completely rational compared to the single-track mind that she had the second she noticed him.
She placed her hands in her pockets and looked at Qian Yikun with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes. “Officer Qian, are you waiting here to capture someone?”
When Qian Yikun heard Mo Fei’s words, his hands tightened behind his back. However, he remained calm and collected. “Are you really going to marry him?” Qian Yikun asked in a hoarse voice.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Qian. Why don’t you burn the midnight oil and find yourself a bride tonight? It’s not too late.” Mo Fei was still smiling. However, in the next second, Qian Yikun pushed her against the wall and pinned her down.
Mo Fei grunted and looked up at Qian Yikun. Her gaze, which no longer retained the same sharpness, still contained the traces of a smile.
