Pre-wedding photos generally require an appointment, but Fei Jiayu smashed down the money, not only did not need to line up, but also reserved a room.

Yan Ge could not decide what wedding photos to choose, and he suggested that a variety of models be available.

Yan Ge was so happy to hear the words, there was a tenderness in the eyebrows, and Fei Jiayu's heart was faint.

Suddenly he felt that he could get married one day earlier, and he couldn't wait to hold her in his arms immediately.

When taking photos, the photographer has been complimenting the bride for being so beautiful. Although knowing this kind of words is only a compliment, Ke Fei's heart is still very proud and happy.

He is really the most beautiful bride, no one can match her.

After three wedding dresses were taken, a phone call came in. Fei Jiayu looked at it. It was his father's phone. He signaled his little bride to wait a moment and took the mobile phone to the outside.

After Fei Jiayu left, Yan Ge asked the photographer to take a break, and she took a skirt and walked in front of the mirror.

The girl in the mirror, the most beautiful age of a real woman.

Pureness and charmingness blend together.

Such a face, men don't like it, it seems to be really good.

A man appeared behind the woman in the mirror.

She asked with a smile: "Jia Yu, does this look good?"

However, he looked up and found that it was not Fei Jiayu who had left.

Standing next to her was Fiyun Ze.

When she saw Fei Yunze, her face turned white, and her smile became vigilant. She backed away from him: "You, what are you doing here? Jiayu is coming back right away, you, what do you want to do? "

He stared at her darkly, and heard the word Jiayu mentioned in her mouth.

He sneered, pinching her wrist and heading out.

"What are you doing, you let go of me, you let go of me."

"Call again, believe it or not, I'll call my good nephew now."

When she heard this, her face turned white, and although she was frightened and scared, she was still pulled forward by him.

Looking at a door with a meeting room affixed to it, she grabbed the door armrest and courageously said to him, "You, what you have to say here is also possible, where are you going to pull me?"

He simply pushed the conference room open, saw no one in it, and pulled her in to lock the door.

Yange was yanked on the wall and he cried in shock: "Second Uncle, what are you going to do?"

"What?" He walked into her with a sneer: "Be you!"

He squeezed her chin, forcing her to look up: "Why, it's not enough to hook up with me, but also go to hook up with my nephew. Do you think I can't satisfy you? Or do I think my nephew is alive?"

"What are you talking about?" Her sobbing weeping sounded like a cat crying, she could hold people's hearts, and she aggrieved to argue: "I didn't, I didn't ..."

"You didn't?" He yanked her skirt down and pulled down: "I really underestimated you. Yesterday you still begged you to ask me for you, now you are taking a wedding photo with my nephew. You, this woman, is really good at knowing that I can't marry you, so I can catch up with my nephew, and just want to marry into the Fei family? "

He ripped apart her wedding dress violently, pulled it up without tearing it up, tore her skirt up, tore her inside, pressed her on the large table in the conference room, and entered violently.

Yan Ge cried out of breath, and his sobbing voice kept begging him: "Second uncle, second uncle, you let me go, please, please let me go, Jiayu will see."