Wei Zhehan whispered: "Qingzi, I will take you away. Don't be sad anymore. It's not worth it for such a person..."
As for Mu Wanqing, the reason why she was sad and sad was not because of her past experiences, but because of her cold heart.
Admiring Mu Fan even once, no, even half a time, trusting her half a time, protecting her half a time, she would be willing to die.
But the fact is: he doesn't believe her at all.
All his tenderness and trust were given to Yang Muchen, but all his venomous thorns were thrust into her.
Seeing Wei Zhehan helping the woman who was crying and almost fainting to leave, Yang Mufan smiled coldly and continued to speak sarcastically: "I don't know why, when I saw this scene, I could only think of one sentence to describe it, I want to be a bitch."
, and I want to build an archway..."
Sudden——
Before Yang Mufan could finish his words, Wei Zhehan turned around and struck hard at Yang Mufan with his fist raised high, as fast as a cheetah.
Yang Mufan, with cold eyes, accurately grabbed Wei Zhehan's fist and said coldly: "Are you angry with shame?! Do you think you have the ability to touch a hair on my head?!"
"Whether you have the ability or not, we'll have to wait until we fight!" Wei Zhehan roared fiercely.
He raised his other arm and struck Yang Mufan swiftly and swiftly.
Yang Mufan, on the other hand, turned his body slightly to one side and easily avoided his attack. With a beautiful and neat reverse grab, Wei Zhehan was trapped to death. He pushed him and hit the iron with a "pop" sound.
On the door, he gritted his teeth and said: "You don't know how to live or die, do you think you can touch me?! Huh?!"
Wei Zhehan's hands were tightly held behind his back by Yang Mufan, and his whole body was pressed firmly against the iron door, unable to move.
But he refused to admit defeat and said viciously: "Yang Mufan, one day you will regret it."
"Regret?! I have never known how to write the word 'regret' in my whole life, do you understand?!" Admiration Fan curled his lips and smiled very evilly, very bloodthirsty and cruel.
Wei Zhehan struggled with all his strength, but was locked so tightly by Yang Mufan that he couldn't break free at all. He was a little helpless and desperate, but more angry: "Yang Mufan, sometimes, I really feel sorry for Wanqing.
It’s not worth it. She has never done anything sorry for you, but you frame her and torture her like this. It’s really unfair to her!!”
After hearing this, Yang Mufan laughed out loud: "It's not fair, so what?! She brought it all on herself. She likes me willingly. Could it be that it's my fault?!"
"Yang Mufan, I used to think you were despicable at most, but now I think you are a complete scumbag from beginning to end. Are you still speaking in human terms?!"
"It's not human language, can you understand it?!"
"I admire Fan——"
"..."
"..."
Just as the two were arguing, Mu Wanqing, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly took action: she picked up a stone from the flower garden and hit Yang Mufan on the head with an astonishing speed with a "snap".
superior.
In an instant, blood splashed.
Time seemed to have frozen at that moment.
Mu Wanqing looked at her stiff body with a deathly expression, slowly turned her head, and stared at her man with a dangerous cold light. She was so frightened that the stone in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
She was so frightened that she took a few steps back, and with a trembling voice, she said timidly and fearfully: "Don't hurt him, don't..."
Yang Mufan's eyes suddenly narrowed, his expression so cold that the air froze into ice.
He suddenly let go of Wei Zhehan, then with a livid face, he approached Mu Wanqing step by step. When Mu Wanqing screamed in fright, he grabbed her neck,
He gritted his teeth and said, "Is it because of Wei Zhehan that you want to kill me now too?!"
