Chapter 690: Doomsday Valentine's Day: Let Me Feel Her
"Can you be quiet so that I can feel her?" Yan Ye closed his eyes, and then the entire blue crystal stage turned off the lights, including all the fluorescent sticks and various lighted things in the audience.
It was like a quiet night before my eyes, without any impetuousness...
"Go..." Long-lost voices rang in my ears. The mysterious figure of Womari floated in front of me, and the purple crystal ball was still shining with supernatural light.
"I...can I?" I looked around, but it was still dark.
Yes! My mother lied to me and tricked me into going abroad, just to let me leave all the rights and wrongs in the past. Maybe... I should leave like this, that is the best choice.
"If... you want to strangle him again." Between the black shadow in Womali, two white rays of light suddenly shot out from under the triangular bucket hat, directly into my pupils.
My first reaction was to close my eyes. Where is this? The church!
This is the church where Yan Yeyi and Yin Beisha got married. Why did Womari bring me here? Does she even want to laugh at me?
My empty soul is standing next to Yan Yeyi and Yin Beisha, opposite the priest
"Mr. Yan Yeyi, are you willing?" Time stopped for a moment, and Yan Yeyi did not answer for a long time. The priest asked again.
Yin Beisha's happy smile gradually froze, and the curved corners of her mouth slowly turned into a cold straight line
"Ye..." Yin Beisha called Yan Yeyi slightly, and the bouquet she held in her hand was wrinkled by her.
Yan Ye was lost in thought. After being reminded by Yin Beisha, he suddenly raised his head, turned around and ran towards the bright exit of the church.
"Ye..." Yin Beisha threw away the bouquet in panic and followed her out with her beautiful wedding dress.
But after running a few steps, her petite body fell down on the red carpet of the church. In front of Jesus, her outstretched hands would never be able to touch Him.
"Catch them back, and you will have to see their corpses before you die." During the discussion and interview with all the guests and reporters, Yan Tengyi ordered the bodyguards sternly, with a ferocious look on his angry expression.
Seeing Yan Yeyi's disappearing figure and a group of bodyguards chasing him, I quickly chased after him.
Holy shit! It’s like a Chinese Ghost Story. You don’t have to run, just a thought that chases him will appear next to him.
It was raining hazy outside. Yan Ye quickly ran to a sports car. His hand that had just reached for the car door was stopped by a bodyguard.