Chapter 491

   Strong body, full of scales, looks ferocious, with three animal horns on top of his head.

   is only the size of a Tibetan mastiff.

  It squatted in front of Wen Churan, looking at her sadly, tears could not help but burst into his eyes, like a pitiful big dog.

  It stretched out its paw and pressed it on Wen Churan's shoulder, seeming to be comforting her.

   Ke Wen Churan refused its touch fiercely, raised his head, glared at it, and began to punch and kick it frantically.

   "You return Sheng Shimo to me! Spit out his memory! Spit it out!"

  She was extremely angry, like a mad woman, strangling her neck with all her strength, "Did Mo die in prime time! Tell me! Did you kill him? Did you!"

  Yiju silently endured all kinds of tortures from women, without the slightest resistance, just like a child who made a mistake.

  It even lowered its head, rubbing her shoulder affectionately with its head, sticking out its big pink tongue, licking the tears on her cheeks.

   seems to be comforting, but also like an apology.

  Finally, exhausted all his energy, Wen Churan lay motionless on the ground, falling into deathly silence.

  Gu Nanpei hurried over, pushing Sheng Zhixun’s wheelchair.

  They didn't seem to see the Yi Beast guarding Wen Churan's side.

  Gu Nanpei rushed to Wen Churan’s side and helped her to lie down on the bed.

  She closed her eyes, as if she was asleep, but tears kept rolling down the corners of her eyes, and she soon wetted a large pillow towel.

  This wedding, which was supposed to be happy, eventually turned into a dreamy bubble.

  Wen Churan hung the wedding dress in the closet and stroked the skirt studded with pink pearls.

  The dim eyes suddenly seemed to ignite a strong flame.

  "This wedding dress, I will wear it again... at the third wedding with him."

  Her back is not insignificant or sad, but she has the courage to move forward courageously.

one year later…

  On a sunny afternoon, a middle-aged man shivering in the chic teahouse box was sitting, as if he was in a cold winter day, his face was stiff and pale.

  At this time, outside the box suddenly remembered the sound of high heels stepping on the floor, crisp and sharp, getting closer and closer.

  Every time it sounds, the man’s face twitches, and his expression becomes more and more flustered.

  Like a sign before the arrival of ghosts.

  Finally, the footsteps stopped, and the delicate wooden door was pushed open with a crash.

  Several bodyguards in black rushed in and stood neatly in two rows, as if they were welcoming a distinguished guest.

  In the man’s horrified eyes, a pair of blood-red to glaring high heels stepped into the box

   Immediately afterwards, a shadow appeared in the sight of everyone.

  That is a slim woman.

  The crimson windbreaker is matched with a short skirt, which wraps her bumpy body, and the two slender and white long legs are too dazzling.

  Backed by a group of gloomy bodyguards, it is like a gorgeous blooming flower.

  Beautiful to thrilling.

  She lifted two fingers, took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of smart and clear eyes.

  White skin, so transparent that even the blood vessels are clearly visible, and the small and correct facial features are more delicate than a doll.

  The red lips are slightly curled up, making a smile.

  In an instant burst out a powerful aura like a queen.

  It is elegant, elegant, and charming, but it is still intimidating.

  As if speaking a word, it would be an offense and defilement to her.

  (End of this chapter)