Chapter 1130 So, you still want to marry her?

  Wen Zhiyuan has never seen Duanmu Lanya angry.

  Especially, the loving mother in the impression actually glared at her.

Wen Zhiyuan couldn't help but began to cry. Duanmu Lanya loved her the most, and she couldn't even see her cry before.

  She didn’t believe her tears offensive, and it would make her so angry.

   was driven away from Wen's house, she hadn't seen her for a long time.

  Later, she went back to look for her, but was rejected by the Wen family.

  She privately believes that Duanmu Lanya must be forced, after all, she is her most beloved daughter.

  However, Wen Zhiyuan at this moment overestimated herself.

  At that time, Duanmu Lanya looked at her in tears and sneered: "You still have the face to cry?"

  She shook off Wen Zhiyu's clothes, her eyes were harsh as if she were treating an enemy.

  I knew that she had lost her past self-cultivation, but Duanmu Lanya couldn't care about that much.

  It was Wen Zhiyuan who let herself lose her real child, and even turned the Wen family into a joke for the entire Imperial City.

   Forgive the impossible, she will hate her for a lifetime.

  Danmu Lanya stepped back a few steps, distanced herself from each other, her eyes full of disgust.

  At this moment, the other uncles finally looked at their eldest sister with relief. Third uncle stretched out his thumb and said with a smile: “Elder sister, this is our dad’s daughter!”

  The second uncle joked, "Very good, sister, keep it up!"

  Wen Zhiyuan, with tears, her face as earthy.

  On her shoulders, there is only the temperature from Leng Yiyan. She just wanted to shrink into his arms for comfort, but she heard the voice of Old Man Duanmu'e, "Xiao Leng, come here!"

  Leng Yiyan let go of her in an instant, and walked in front of the old man's sharp gaze.

  In the next second, the crutches hit his leg mercilessly, "I hit this stick for your grandpa."

  Leng Yiyan gritted his teeth and said nothing.

  Duanmu'e raised the crutches again, and banged on his arm again, "I hit this stick for our two girls."

  Wen Zhiyuan ran over when he wanted to play a third time, "Grandpa, don't hit him, even if there is a mistake, it will be my fault!"

  The old man’s walking stick was held by Wen Zhiyuan, she begged, but stubbornly refused to change her name.

   "The third child, take her away from me!"

   Duanmu''s aversion to Wen Zhiyuan is not just a little bit.

  He didn't even want to talk to her more. After giving orders to the third uncle, he only felt that his eyes flashed. The tall and mighty Mu Yi had already raised Wen Zhiyuan's collar and threw her a few meters away.

  It’s hard to think that the wound will break open!

  Wen Zhiyuan lay on the ground for a long time without moving, and Leng Yiyan also lowered his head silently.

   Like a kid who did something wrong, he abruptly faced the anger of the old man, "I ask you, really want to marry her?"

  Hearing the sound, Leng Yiyan's tone was calm, "Yes!"

  The old man suddenly squinted his eyes and asked gloomily: "If... you marry her, the whole Leng family disappears completely in the Imperial City, do you still want to do this?"

  These words finally made the quiet Leng Yiyan panic.

  He raised his head and hit the old man’s sharp eyes, breathing quickly, "This is my own behavior, and has nothing to do with the Leng family. I am... not the Leng family anymore!"

  The aura of the old man Duanmu E was not seen in the past, like a general who broke the enemy, wrapped in irresistible oppression, and repeatedly asked: "Answer me, so, do you want to marry her?"

  The old general who once went to battle to kill the blood-stained enemy, even in his old age, the courage of the surpassing man is not something Leng Yiyan can resist.

  He was silent, and he was carrying a sense of suffocation that was enough to make him chill...

the end.

  Yan's house has passed, and then Wen Zhiyuan will be here.

  New year, new weather, count the votes~

  (End of this chapter)