The silent and solemn church, on the huge wedding stage.

Yan Mu is wearing a white wedding dress, holding flowers, red lips, and gentle makeup.

Her delicate goose egg face, with a very ordinary smile, her eyes rolled, sweeping the sympathetic and mocking looks of the audience.

The full house couldn't help but whisper.

"Marriage is such an important matter, the groom is not there, how can this bride laugh?"

"You don't understand this, the Fu family and the Yan family have ordered a baby kiss since they were children, I heard that the old man Fu gave a full 100 million yuan as a dowry. ”

"What's the situation with the Yan family now? The Yan family is bankrupt, and the old man Yan is running out of time, and the money will definitely not be able to pay back. I don't know, if I give birth to a man and a woman in the future, I can make a few more dollars. ”

The person who heard this gasped, and said in surprise: "It's really a big deal, but at the moment, the groom's attitude, this bride's future life, I'm afraid it's not good." ”

The man snorted coldly, and disdain instantly appeared between his eyebrows: "It's okay, don't you just take the money?" ”

The priest in the black dress on the stage coughed lightly, interrupting the commotion in the audience, and solemnly continued to read the vows: "Bride Ms. Yanmu, are you willing to let this man in front of you become your husband to make a marriage ......contract with him?"

Yan Mu looked at the cold air in front of him, a bitter smile on the corner of his lips, and nodded lightly: "I do." ”

There was a soft sigh from the audience.

The priest continued: "Mr. Fu Chen, groom, are you willing to let this woman in front of you ......?"

There was a deathly silence in the air.

The priest's face was unwavering, and his gaze shifted downward, intending to continue with the next reading.

A cold and stern male voice from the audience said, "He is willing." ”

Everyone looked sideways at the man who made the sound.

It was the chairman of Fu Group, Fu Chen's father, Fu Yuanshan, who spoke.

There was another sigh from the audience.

The priest's expression remained as usual, as if nothing had happened wrong, and continued to read solemnly and solemnly: "All of you present, are you all willing to testify to their wedding vows?"

Old Man Fu turned his head slightly, his eyes were cloudy, like eagle-like eyes, and he glanced at the audience.

The voice in the audience was thunderous: "Yes." ”

"It doesn't seem like I was needed. ”

A cool voice suddenly came, and sonorous footsteps came from far and near.

Yan Mu was stunned, and his hands subconsciously clenched his fists.

Even from a distance, she could hear whose voice it was.

Fu Chen strode close to the wedding table with a wheelchair, his tall height of more than 1.9 meters, with a shocking chill and sense of oppression.

His cruel and ruthless eyes shot at Yan Mu on the stage, and he said coldly: "Are you still satisfied with the wedding? ”

As soon as Yan Mu met his eyes, he only felt a chill all over his body, and immediately took his gaze back.

He was obviously standing under the stage and looking at him, looking up, but his momentum still did not decrease at all, and she was breathless.

The scarlet hatred in Fu Chen's eyes seemed to want to kill her.

The house was in an uproar.

Fu Yuanshan strode over with a monstrous fire and shouted, "Do you know what day it is?

Fu Chen's eyes were like frost, his burning eyes met his father's, and he said indifferently: "My father's favorite daughter-in-law is now married to the door, I will take my sweetheart to see my wedding and wife, what's wrong?"

Fu Yuanshan's leading cane in his hand slammed into the ground, a violent cough sounded in his throat, and he roared angrily: "Get out, get out of here!"

Ling Yuwei, who was in a wheelchair, reached out to pull Fu Chen's sleeve with a look of trepidation and guilt, turned around and whispered: "Ah Chen, don't be angry with your uncle, my uncle is old and in poor health." ”

Fu Chen's deep eyes were instantly gentle, leaning over close to the woman's ear in the wheelchair, and his thin lips lightly opened: "Don't be afraid." ”

Yan Mu's eyebrows furrowed, and he felt that a needle was pierced directly into his heart, and he turned his face away in embarrassment.

Fu Yuanshan was even more angry, raised his crutches, pointed directly at the woman in the wheelchair, and scolded: "Who is your uncle? Don't worry, I'm in good health! Why, looking forward to my death, so that I can climb up to my son and enter my Fu's house?" Don't even think about it!"

Ling Yuwei's face turned pale in an instant, her eyes turned red, and she said in a trembling voice: "I didn't mean that." ”

Fu Yuanshan said sharply: "Go to the stage and apologize to Yan Mu and the guests present." ”

The chill in Fu Chen's eyes was even worse, his ruthless eyes quickly swept across the entire church, his gaze fixed on Yan Mu's somewhat pale little face, and a sneering smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His big palm landed on the back of Ling Yuwei's hand on the wheelchair, and patted it gently, with a soothing tone: "Wait for me here." ”

But in a moment's effort, he was completely in front of Yan Mu's eyes.

Yan Mu subconsciously wanted to retreat, and as soon as she took a step back, her back was firmly choked by a pair of big hands, and the force was so great that her scalp was numb in pain.

A strong sense of fear swept over him, and Yan Mu breathed heavily, trying hard to push the hands away.

The big hand suddenly moved up, pinched her chin and lifted it fiercely, and the knobby fingers suddenly tightened, making her instantly painful to tears.

Yan Mu gasped with a "hiss", and before he could come back to his senses, the face that was so perfect that it was suffocating, but now it was only like a demon of hell, was suppressed without saying anything.

The priest's calm voice with blessings sounded: "At this moment, let us congratulate the happy couple. ”

The audience immediately applauded and cheered.

The pain in the lower lip was like a tear, and the strong smell of blood soon overflowed between the lips and teeth.

Yan Mu was like a marionette, his eyes glazed over, and he let his cold lips and teeth tear at her lips.

Every time it was his deepest hatred for her, and every time it was his deepest curse on her.