After hearing the news, the reactions in the military camp were mixed. Some sincerely wished him and his wife the best, while others were sad because Leng Mohan was already married.
Of course, there are also some people who gloat over the misfortune, especially those who once had fantasies about Zhou Wenwen and Leng Mohan. In any case, the most eye-catching person today is undoubtedly Leng Mohan's wife, Luo Jiaojiao.
After Leng Mohan finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Liang Yin stood there, her heart filled with disbelief. She looked at Leng Mohan's departing back, feeling mixed emotions.
She had never thought that Leng Mohan would make such a choice, let alone that he would announce his marriage so publicly. All this was undoubtedly a huge blow to her.
Liang Yin saw Leng Mohan was about to leave, and hurried forward to grab him, but he cleverly avoided her. This action made Liang Yin's heart even more sad.
"Leng Mohan, how could you do this to me?" Liang Yin's voice was filled with anger and resentment. "Ever since I first saw you in the army, I have had feelings for you. For the past three years, I have always liked you. Even though you have never responded to me, I have never regretted it. But you actually married a village girl and kept saying that you like her. Are you trampling on my feelings?"
Leng Mohan stood there, looking at Liang Yin calmly. Her anger and sadness seemed to be invisible in his eyes, and he was not moved at all.
Liang Yin continued to speak, but she seemed to have forgotten that the door of the broadcasting room was still open, and her voice and emotions were clearly transmitted to the outside.
"I know I'm not as good as Zhou Wenwen, but how can you make me inferior to a country girl? You can't do this to me! What's the point of our three years of relationship? How can I face other people in the army?" Liang Yin's voice was tinged with tears, and her emotions had reached their peak.
Leng Mohan still didn't speak, he just stood there quietly, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him. His silence made Liang Yin even more angry and sad, but she also understood that no matter what she said, Leng Mohan would never look back.
Leng Mohan, his name is just like him, cold and deep. His words are also like the winter wind, cold and direct.
"Just because you like me, should I respond?" he asked calmly, without a trace of warmth in his deep eyes.
"If I were to respond to so many people who like me, I wouldn't have enough time in the day. I didn't ask you to like me, and I have to tell you that I don't like you."
He paused and continued, "My wife is not a country girl. Even if she is, I will only like her." After that, he turned around, opened the door and left, leaving behind silence and Liang Yin's astonished eyes.
Liang Yin bit her lip, her eyes flickering with unwillingness. "Leng Mohan, you will regret this."
She murmured in a low voice, her voice full of firmness and determination. However, Leng Mohan had already gone far away, his words and figure were like the cold wind, cold and resolute.
Leng Mohan didn't even look at her after hearing this, as if he didn't take it to heart. However, when he turned to look at Liang Yin, his eyes flashed with a serious and earnest light.
He said in a low but firm voice: "I hope you understand that if you dare to hurt my wife, I will never let you go easily."
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