Chapter 1619 You are my belief (31)

  Azazel did not answer, and took Cesia into his arms.

  Feeling her breath on his chest, he smiled calmly, meaning unknown.

   "Said."

   Don't watch what you shouldn't.

  He has already said this sentence.

   It's a pity that he didn't listen at all.

  The Lord thought lightly.

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  When Ji Chuchu came back, the expression on his face had improved a lot.

   Looking at Chesia's eyes, he became a lot more friendly.

   Obviously, he has sincerely regarded her as his daughter-in-law.

  She sat across from Chesia, and extended her hand kindly to her.

   "Cecia, you look so beautiful."

  She said in admiration, "I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you."

   It's like a delicate rose.

  Cesia glanced at Azazel and smiled obediently.

   "Auntie, please don't say that, you are beautiful too."

  Ji Chuchu smiled and shook her head, "I'm old, unlike you, I'm still young."

   There is still a bright future.

   As she spoke, she turned her head and looked around.

   "Huh? Where's Benson?"

  Why isn't there?

   "He just left on business."

  Cecia said empathetically, "Probably something urgent, he left in a hurry."

  Ji Chuchu didn't ask any more questions.

   looked at Azazel and her with relief.

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  In this bet with God, even if the result is clear, the process seems to be unstoppable.

  Things gradually developed to the point where Cesia was a little dazed.

  Open, live together, and talk about marriage.

  Everything seems to be so logical, smooth and unimpeded.

  It seems that there has been a pair of invisible big hands pushing her away, towards the seemingly endless future.

  Cecia stood in the church, looking up at the huge painting wall.

  On the lifelike painting wall, the merciful Lord, devout believers, and the angel occupying the most central position.

  She looked up for a long time, until the hour rang in the distance, and Azazel hugged her slowly from behind.

  Gentle yet strong.

   "What are you thinking?"

  His chin rested on her shoulder, his voice low.

  Cecia didn't look back, still quietly looking at the huge painting on the wall.

  The person holding her behind was kissing her cheek, her eyelashes trembling, and her lips pursed.

   "Azazel."

"Um?"

   "What kind of person do you think...God would be?"

  The man who was rubbing shoulders with her had his eyes downcast and his thin lips slightly raised.

  Facing such an unexpected question from her, she followed her kindly and asked softly, "Do you want to hear the truth, or lie?"

  “…” is of course the truth.

  He hugged her tightly, "I think the Lord is a perfect person."

  "Selfless and fraternal, magnanimous and kind, the Lord has always loved us, hasn't he?"

  His voice was soft, with a smile between the lines.

  It looks like a kitten has scratched it, always revealing the meaning of seductiveness.

   Twist the heartstrings tightly.

   Cecia fell silent.

   It seemed that at that moment, I didn't know what to say.

   "Do you really think that he is such a person?"

   She couldn't help asking.

  Azazel smiled silently, and did not place his eyes on the painted wall at all.

  Those light golden and deep eyes only calmly stared at her side face, all of her.

  Deep, strong affection is unabashed.

  He was next to her ear, biting her, and asked softly:

   "Then do you think... what I just said is the truth or a lie?"

  (end of this chapter)