Mrs. Yalan took Feng Yiyue directly from He Liangchuan's hand.
He Liangchuan watched helplessly as his little wife was taken away.
"What are you still looking at? Hurry up and deal with those voices on the Internet."
He Liangchuan said coldly: "You don't need to say it."
After saying that, He Liangchuan threw his hands away and went to the study.
Feng Yiyue was pulled down by Mrs. Yalan and had a long talk. After returning to the room, Feng Yiyue took out her mobile phone.
Many friends sent her messages to wish her well, and after doing a good job of psychological preparation, Feng Yiyue opened Weibo.
There were all kinds of conspiracy theories, slander and blessings, but Feng Yiyue didn't really care.
I had known for a long time that there would be such a scene.
She disclosed to He Liangchuan that all her previous efforts, perhaps in the eyes of others, were based on He Liangchuan's help.
Her personal glory will also be tied to He Liangchuan's name.
But she didn't regret it when she fired the bow without turning back.
Under the latest Weibo post, many fans liked her Weibo account.
Feng Yiyue was a little confused and clicked in to take a look.
A newly registered Weibo only sent one message, which was sent fifteen minutes ago.
Feng Yiyue clicked on the long Weibo.
Tears fell unconsciously as I watched.
"The ancestral teachings of the He family are that a man in the He family can only have one wife in his life, and he will not regret it if he believes it."
"I identified Feng Yiyue without any reason. We don't have any conspiracy theories when we are together. I am just her husband. Everything she has is achieved by her own hard work step by step. I hope you will respect her and don't deny her.
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"I met her when she was at her lowest, witnessed her difficulty and determination in climbing up, and I will accompany her when she reaches the top."
Feng Yiyue cried and retweeted He Liangchuan's Weibo post.
But she didn't know what to say. He Liangchuan moved her too much. He always did everything for her silently when she didn't know it, so that she would have no worries on the way forward...
"Thank you, husband."
Feng Yiyue's repost was only five words long, but it instantly made Weibo explode again.
People who originally had doubts about the relationship between Feng Yiyue and He Liangchuan shut their mouths after seeing He Liangchuan's Weibo.
That's He Liangchuan. If he doesn't want to do something, no one can force him.
It was revealed that He was the first to post the news, and the explanation was that He Liangchuan posted on Weibo first.
All this is enough to show how important Feng Yiyue is to He Liangchuan. Everyone is not a fool and they dare to say anything nonsense.
At this moment, more and more people are envious of Feng Yiyue.
After encountering the betrayal of the scumbag Lu Zhaoxing, Feng Yiyue fought back to regain everything that belonged to her, and got married to a proud man like He Liangchuan.
This kind of luck is not something that everyone can have.
Some people say that there is smoke coming out of Feng Yiyue’s ancestral grave.
Seeing such remarks, Feng Yiyue couldn't help but twitch her lips.
To be honest, she doesn't even know where her ancestral grave is now.
After wiping her tears, Feng Yiyue was about to call the company when the door to her room was pushed open.
He Liangchuan looked at the glistening corners of Feng Yiyue's eyes, feeling soft and pitiful in his heart.
"Look, there are so many people blessing us, so don't worry, okay?"
