The situation Wen Xihe feared most has happened now.
Neither of the two men spoke first, and the undercurrents between them were all concentrated on the hand holding Wen Xihe. Wen Xihe felt her arm hurt. She tried to pull which side, and got
They remained motionless and even increased their strength.
A low pressure slowly flowed in the air, and Wen Xihe's already thin body was silently surrounded by an extremely cold air.
Her eyes met He Mingjue, but the man just lowered his head and looked at her. Their eyes met, and she couldn't even see a trace of emotion in those dark, cold eyes.
Wen Xihe felt a layer of gloom enveloped her heart. She could not say anything into the man's eyes and could only turn her gaze to Lan Lingzhou on the other side.
Her voice contained a subtle prayer, just hoping that this man who always cared about her own feelings could give her enough sense of security at this time, "Lingzhou, please let go, okay..."
She whispered, but there was a hint of crying in her voice. She didn't know how she would face He Mingjue and Lan Lingzhou in front of her at this time.
She always oversimplified the problem, thinking that as long as she left He Mingjue's side and returned to Lan Lingzhou's side, everything would slowly calm down or even be forgotten, and all problems would be solved.
It's still a solution. But now, the reality keeps telling her over and over again.
She could never escape such wanton entanglement.
Lan Lingzhou's eyes met Wen Xihe's, and Wen Xihe felt there was an emotion that she couldn't guess for a moment. She suddenly panicked and hurriedly raised her voice, "I won't go with him.
,Will not!"
Obviously, He Mingjue on the other side slightly tightened his grip on her. The force was so strong that Wen Xihe screamed immediately. She felt pain, but she still didn't want to look back at He Mingjue's eyes.
.
The former Hemingjue, no matter what happened at any time, he would never treat her in this way, no.
Lan Lingzhou's grip on Wen Xihe finally slowly relaxed. Just when Wen Xihe thought he was really letting go, the man suddenly changed direction and put a hand on Wen Xihe's shoulder.
The force exerted was only much greater than the previous moment.
Wen Xihe's heart suddenly sank. Before he could speak, Lan Lingzhou raised his eyes and looked at He Mingjue opposite.
"President He, don't you think it's inappropriate to hold my fiancée's hand like this?"
It was so cold that there was no warmth, but it was met with a sneer from He Mingjue.
"Your fiancée?"
The corners of He Mingjue's lips curved into a slightly curved arc, extremely sarcastic, "It seems that I forgot to tell President Lan. When your fiancée was holding me and moaning under me, what she kept shouting was mine.
name!"
Every word was like a bloody knife, stabbing Wen Xihe's heart one by one. Her face was pale, and her body was trembling under the constant pulling of the two men, but she was not really cold.
, she was desperate and cold-hearted. She didn't know that one day, the man she loved most but could not love would use such a thing to insult her.
My mind felt as if it was covered with ice and snow.
"He Mingjue, shut up!"
As expected, He Mingjue didn't speak again. Perhaps he was extremely angry, or perhaps a man's natural pride did not allow him to bow down in front of others. When he finally realized what he had said, what caught his eye was Wen Xihe's face.
Pale face, and eyes full of tears.
He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly felt Wen Xihe's body being pulled forcefully into another embrace. Lan Lingzhou looked at He Mingjue's livid face with cold eyes and spoke in an almost possessive, domineering posture.
It was so calm that no emotion could be heard.
"She is my fiancée, I love her, that's enough. As for what kind of scum she has encountered, it doesn't matter. As long as she returns to my side, everything will be worth it!"
As soon as the words fell, a warm current slowly flowed through Wen Xihe's cold heart. Regardless of whether Lan Lingzhou minded what she had done with He Mingjue, at least at this moment, he did not choose to ridicule or even abandon her.
.
Wen Xihe turned around and glanced gratefully at Lan Lingzhou next to him. It was that glance that filled He Mingjue's heart with jealousy. He squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the relationship between Wen Xihe and Lan Lingzhou in front of him.
Intimate interaction, with a slight exertion on the hand, Wen Xihe was caught off guard and bumped into He Mingjue's arms again with an "ah" sound.
"He Mingjue, let her go!" Lan Lingzhou reacted faster. While Wen Xihe was still crying out in pain, someone had already rushed over and grabbed Wen Xihe's arm, trying to pull her out of He Mingjue's body.
In arms.
The next second, all the sounds disappeared in an instant.
Wen Xihe suddenly raised his head and took a deep breath when he saw everything in front of him clearly.
"He Mingjue?!"
In He Mingjue's hand, a cold pistol was pressed tightly against Lan Lingzhou's temple.
"If you don't want to die too quickly, take your hands off her body!"
Wen Xihe has never seen He Mingjue like this. In her impression, although He Mingjue is domineering and cold, he is very calm. Except for the occasional twitching of veins in front of her, she has never
In front of any outsider, seeing He Mingjue so out of control.
He's crazy!
Wen Xihe's back was soaked with cold sweat. With a white face, she rushed over and tried to snatch the pistol from He Mingjue's hand, "He Mingjue, you are crazy! Let go, let go!" Her voice was full of emotion.
Trembling and trembling with obvious fear.
The man holding the pistol remained motionless, but the man held against the pistol showed no sign of flinching.
"Xiaohe, get out of the way!"
He Mingjue narrowed his eyes and pulled Wen Xihe far away with one hand, "If you don't want him to die faster, come with me!"
This man was forcing her, forcing her in an almost callous way.
Wen Xihe raised her head and felt a sharp pain in her mind for a moment. She didn't know what she was thinking, or maybe she was thinking nothing at all. She stared blankly at the pistol in He Mingjue's hand, her eyes falling.
The man's cold and hard face finally fell on Lan Lingzhou, who had a stiff face but stared at her.
She knew that they were all waiting for her answer.
One will definitely threaten the other's death to take her away. The other, perhaps as long as she says no, will not let her leave this room even if she dies.
But, does she have a choice?
She held He Mingjue's hand and let go, and her body fell backwards. All the strength in her body seemed to be drained, and finally her body went limp and she instantly collapsed on the floor.