She just stood there in a daze, looking at the direction in which Huo Tianyang disappeared, and her smile became more and more bitter.
Her mind was full of that sentence of congratulations, full of sarcasm, full of sharpness, like needles, like sharp knives, piercing her heart mercilessly.
"You just left like this?"
Huo Tianyang moved more and more quickly with the steps of escaping, but the road in front of him was blocked by another person.
Huo Tianyang raised his eyes, facing the evilly smiling eyes in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little hostility in his eyes.
At this time, Ye Yifeng's smile seemed to be showing off her ownership to him, provocative and eye-catching.
"What if?"
He also raised his eyebrows in response, but his beautiful eyebrows were not as free and unrestrained as Ye Yifeng. At this time, he was twisting into a ball. The fists under his sleeves were also clenched at this time, and his fingertips were sunk into his palms.
But seeing Ye Yifeng fiddle with his clothes casually a few times, he leaned against the wall beside him with his hands folded and said:
"Everyone in the world is congratulating Xiang'er on marrying me, but for you, Xiang'er doesn't need your congratulations."
His thin lips curled up, but what he said made Huo Tianyang's face darken.
He cast cold eyes on the corners of his raised lips and snorted coldly. He didn't want to stir up trouble at this time:
"Then please tell her and I will take back what I just said."
After saying that, he raised his feet again and was about to leave, but was stopped by Ye Yifeng.
"What do you want to do again?"
The hostility in Huo Tianyang's eyes did not disappear. Ye Yifeng finally felt the feeling of being extremely jealous when a love rival met.
The thin lips twitched twice again and said: "Don't worry, I don't want to fight with you, I just want to ask you for a favor."
He shrugged, and in Huo Tianyang's somewhat confused eyes, he smiled so freely: "Go and tell Xiang'er not to marry me."
As soon as Ye Yifeng said this, Huo Tianyang's face turned cold again. Although he didn't want Xiang'er to marry anyone else, Ye Yifeng's words sounded like he disliked Huangfu Xiang.
Thinking of Huangfu Xiang's words just now about not marrying him, his eyes glanced at Ye Yifeng coldly, and there was a hint of sullenness in his voice:
"Who she marries is her business. Since she wants to marry you, you must marry her."