Chapter 1150 (2/2)

How hard did it take to pierce my palm

These two people grew up together. If they didn't have the accident of that year, maybe... They would have different results.

The culprit Wen Zhiyuan, she really deserves all this!

If Leng Yiyan has a deep affection for orange, then Wen Zhiyuan's fate will be miserable.

Wen Cheng's stiff fingers were pushed away little by little by the inkstone, and his palm was stabbed by his fingernails in several crescent shaped wounds, and blood was constantly emerging.

Inkstone when seven silently picked up a square towel from the table, for her to wipe, whispered, ”even if the heart is uncomfortable, also don't take their own vent.”

”Well...” Wen Cheng answers gently, but holds Yan Shiqi's hand tightly.

At the moment, the wedding scene is very quiet.

The staff who originally stayed here to serve didn't know when to quit.

Around, there are more bodyguards in black suits.

Wen Zhiyuan, who is still lying on the T-shaped stage and struggling to cry, is crying at the top of his voice.

She didn't want to believe everything in front of her. She was like deceiving herself. She wanted to immerse herself in the past days of love forever.

When she saw the inkstone, Qi went to Wencheng, there was no lack of heartache to pull up her hand and gently wipe it, the fundus of her eyes filled with infinite hatred.

People's emotional outburst, always with endless power.

Wen Zhiyuan, who is stimulated, angrily waits for Wen Cheng. Then she suddenly reaches out her hand and pushes Leng Yiyan away.

Unable to defend, the half squatting Leng Yiyan was pushed back several steps by her.

At that moment, Wen Zhiyuan sprang up from the ground and rushed to Wen Cheng with her skirt. Passing a dining table, she picked up a plate and smashed it along the corner of the table. Then she raised her hand to hold the pieces and scratched towards Wen Cheng's face.