Chapter 513 (2/2)

The bridegroom nodded, ”love!”

The host immediately turned his head and asked Li Qingcheng, ”excuse me, bride, do you love the groom?”

”No!” said Li Qingcheng without hesitation.

Suddenly, the music stopped and the guests stood up in amazement.

It's the first time I've met such a thing in so many years. I don't like the groom. What do you marry him? Isn't this cheating? Can I have my red envelope back?

”Qingcheng, when is it? Are you still so willful?” Yu Luocha snapped. ”Whether you agree or not, you are married today.”

”I disagree!”

A loud voice came. Everyone turned around in amazement and saw a pair of young men and women walking on the red carpet with their arms in hand.

Yu Luocha frowned: ”are you Chu fan?”

”Do you know me?” Chu fan was overjoyed. ”Are you Qingcheng's sister? Great aunt, we will be a family in the future...”

Big... Big aunt?

Li Qingcheng was stunned. This guy, I asked you to stir up trouble, but I didn't ask you to die. Loser, you dare to flirt with my master. What are you looking for?

Unexpectedly, yuluocha burst out laughing, which immediately gave people a feeling of spring, as if flowers were in full bloom, making people relaxed, happy and intoxicated.

”Smelly boy, your mouth is very sweet.” Yu Luocha glanced at Chu fan and asked, ”don't talk to me. It's useless. Tell me, what do you want to do?”

”Elder sister, I still want to ask you. Why do you marry my woman to someone else? You're called beating mandarin ducks with a stick. It's very immoral. Do you know?”

”Your woman?” Yu Luocha sneered. ”As far as I know, isn't your woman Su Yuan? Oh, by the way, and Dou Yutong, the niece of Dou Zhonghe around you. I don't know. Am I right?”

”Yes, that's right.”

Chu Fan said with a smile, ”but does this have anything to do with Qingcheng? She just said she wanted to have a son for me, but she didn't say she wanted to marry me?”

After that, Chu fan looked at the bridegroom on the stage: ”sorry, I really didn't mean to disturb your wedding, but you don't want to pick up a cheap son just after getting married?”

Feng Rui, the groom, was so angry that he pointed to Chu fan and asked Li Qingcheng angrily, ”you don't want to marry me because of him?”

”That's right!” Li Qingcheng said faintly.

Feng Rui's forehead was blue and raised. He said loudly, ”what he said is true? Are you really pregnant with his child?”

”Yes!”

”Li Qingcheng, you...”

Feng Rui was almost mad with anger. His eyes were ready to crack. He was about to destroy the unfaithful - clean woman in front of him. At this time, a cold cry came: ”calm down!”

Chu fan's eyelids jumped, followed the sound, and saw a middle-aged man sitting in the first row standing up slowly. His eyes were as sharp as a sword, as if he could penetrate people's heart and lungs, as if there was no secret in front of him.

His face is tough, especially a pair of sword eyebrows, which are obliquely inserted into his temples, and looks sharp. Before he sat there, Chu fan didn't feel any difference at all, but at this time, he came step by step, which gave Chu fan a strong pressure, as if a sharp and murderous sword was stabbing him in the chest.

”Pro!”

Chu fan burst into a drink, as if there was a ”click” in his ear, as if some porcelain had broken, and the pressure on his body was light. Especially Dou Yutong beside him. If Chu fan hadn't held her waist just now, she might have been unstable and collapsed to the ground.

It's terrible. This should be ningqiantu, the sword God as famous as the green dragon? Dou Yutong's legs trembled slightly and hugged Chu fan's arm tightly.

”Huh?”

Ning Qiantu was surprised. He didn't expect that his almost perfect potential would be easily broken by a young generation. Listening to the word he drank, there was a wisp of Sanskrit. Is he a Buddhist layman disciple?

On one side, yuluocha was even brighter in front of him. He couldn't help looking at Chu fan carefully. This boy looks nothing special. He can break Ning Qiantu's momentum. No wonder he dares to come alone. With this courage and insight alone, he has surpassed Feng Rui.

”Are you Chu fan?” Ning Qiantu asked coldly.

”Yes, I am... Shit, you sneak attack?”