The long red dress is swaying like a butterfly with spread wings, flying in the world.
Yan Mubei's eyes turned cold, his palms in the air tightened, and he had to hold back several times before dragging her back.
This damn woman not only left him alone, but also acted against him in both positive and negative ways.
The shawl that was draped over my shoulders in the carriage a moment ago was now wrapped like a scarf around my slender neck.
As she ran, the scarf flew in the air, revealing her flawless snowy back in an instant.
That bright, bright piece jumped into everyone's eyes in a fiery red color, and it was breathtakingly beautiful.
Dead woman!
Yan Mubei cursed her again, and then walked forward lazily and slowly.
When Wan Lizhu saw her daughter finally coming, she couldn't help but blame her: "What did you do? I thought you didn't want your birthday party."
Wan Lizhu came from a famous family, and her temper before she got married was even more arrogant than Lin Qianqian's now.
After marrying into the Lin family, she was loved by her husband in every possible way. How could she, who wanted to be popular, tolerate this kind of anger?
Besides, she somehow learned from her husband that the Lin family's current predicament was only caused by Yan Mubei secretly.
As she favored sons over daughters, she was angry with her daughter in her heart.
Hearing this, Lin Qianqian held her mother's arm with both hands and said coquettishly: "I'm sorry, mom, don't be angry."
"You are twenty years old, why don't you have any sense? You are so ignorant."
"..." Lin Qianqian bowed her head in aggrieved silence.
Wan Lizhu glared at her and was about to scold her a few more words when she suddenly felt a cold air coming over her.
Looking up, I saw Yan Mubei with a cold and handsome face, looking at her sinisterly: "Are Aunt Zhu making a mockery of me?"
His voice was extremely cold, and there was an evil spirit oozing from his body, like an evil Shura ghost from hell.
Wan Lizhu's whole body trembled and she smiled: "How dare you, Yan Shao really knows how to joke."
Yan Mubei did not let her go, he still looked at her with pity: "Anyway, I am twenty-six years old, more than six years older than Qianqian, and I am the one who keeps her in Yan's house tonight.
When it comes to people being thoughtless and ignorant, I deserve the blame."
A series of overt and covert sarcasm saved Lin Qianqian's face, but also made Wan Lizhu look like a human being.
If she dares to admit that he is also a person without sense of propriety, Yan Mubei will let her see what it means to be truly "without sense of propriety".
Wan Lizhu could hardly keep her face straight. She choked on her saliva and cursed herself for being so blind just now that she didn't notice him approaching.
You must know that the man in front of you once built a canteen in the college for his daughter, which was only for Lin Qianqian's exclusive use.
And because of her, he put the good-natured Mrs. Lin in danger, with life and death in the palm of his hand.
He is not a man, he is a god.
It must be enshrined with care.
…
Wan Lizhu secretly pulled her daughter's hand, and Lin Qianqian glared at Yan Mubei fiercely and scolded him childishly: "You are not allowed to talk to my mother like this. Hum, Mom, let's ignore him and leave."
With that said, he took his mother's arm and walked into the garden.
Yan Mubei narrowed his deep eyes and also snorted coldly.
Dead women, indiscriminate.
He helped her seek justice, but she actually turned against him.
Damn, it’s an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.
The man put his hands in his bags and slowly followed them into the venue.
………
I'm afraid no one in the entire C city doesn't know who Yan Mubei is.