Chapter 469 : [The final volume] The most dangerous hostility 1
Wen Ziheng was extremely excited. What appeared in front of his eyes was Zina's delicate and beautiful face. If Dong Chaoyan married someone else, he would not interfere, but he had to marry Si Tian!
When he thought of this, Wen Ziheng wished he could destroy Dongchao Yan in one breath.
Sitian's face turned pale, and she was about to move, but Dong Chaoyan held her tightly, preventing her from moving at all.
"Yan, let me go and I'll talk to him about the end..."
"Don't move, don't disturb me!" Dong Chaoyan shouted in a low voice. Sitian gasped and broke out in cold sweat. She knew that Dong Chaoyan was protecting her.
But what can she do? Wen Ziheng must hate Dong Chaoyan very much. He didn't touch him before because he wanted to make both her and Dong Chaoyan suffer. Unexpectedly, Sitian didn't care about Dong Chaoyan's personal thoughts.
Dong Chaoyan was as calm as cold blood, looking calmly at the excited Wen Ziheng and the beautiful woman next to him.
The woman was so frightened that her legs were shaking, but she couldn't recover and almost didn't sit on the ground.
"Wen Ziheng, when it comes to saying that I have no conscience...do you also have it? You abandoned a woman who was kind to you for another woman. Leng Yan, do you think your ex-boyfriend has a conscience?"
Wen Ziheng was slightly startled. He probably didn't expect that Dong Chaoyan would talk about this.
Leng Yan's face changed slightly, but she walked out calmly and stood calmly in front of Dong Chaoyan.
Dong Chaoyan frowned and shouted, "Leng Yan, get out of the way! Let us resolve our matter!"
Leng Yan, on the other hand, had her arms folded across her chest and was so powerful that Zhao Qiuyu was stunned. Leng Yan was usually aloof, but at this moment...
"Wen Ziheng, shoot, Dong Chaoyan is my employer now. If you want to kill him, you must step on my body——"
Leng Yan was indifferent and looked at the black muzzle of the gun. Wen Ziheng's hand trembled slightly and he looked at Leng Yan in disbelief.
"Yan, he is just a man you have known for a few days..."
Leng Yan raised her eyebrows and said nothing. Sitian held Dong Chaoyan's sleeve tightly and whispered, "Yan, why don't you let me out... Everything happened because of me. We can't let Leng Yan carry it."
This danger..."
"No... Sitian, no..."
Dong Chaoyan's face turned pale. Today was the day for him and her to choose a wedding venue. No matter what, there couldn't be any accidents.
Leng Yan didn't move an inch, and Wen Ziheng held the gun coldly. No one gave in. The cold sweat on Sitian's forehead wetted her bangs. It was obvious that Leng Yan was fighting with Wen Ziheng.