Yan Muye's words were indifferent, and when Murong Xiaoxiao heard it, all the anger in her heart directly floated to her face.

"Yan Muye, you still don't admit that thing, it's your ghost?"

"It was you who ruined my reputation, it was you who destroyed my relationship with Bei Yanchen, it was you who broadcast that video that day, how could there be such a vicious woman as you in this world."

After Murong Xiaoxiao finished speaking sentence by sentence, Yan Muye couldn't help but smile: "Are you praising me?" ”

"If it's a compliment, then I'll take it. How do you know I did those things? If you say that there is no basis for your words, and you talk about me in broad daylight, do you believe it or not, I will sue you in court for a while, saying that you are slanderous? ”

"If you don't do those ugly things, how can I make you ruined?"

"If the relationship between you and Bei Yanchen is stronger than Jin, how can I destroy it?"

"In the final analysis, it's your own problem, but you have to think it's someone else's fault, should I think you're obsessed, or do I think you have something wrong with your brain?"

"You've got something wrong with your brain!" Murong Xiaoxiao's whole body couldn't hold back.

But she also took a step in front of Yan Muye, and the two bodyguards who were originally standing behind Yan Muye then blocked in front of Yan Muye.

Murong Xiaoxiao quickly took a step back, Yan Muye waved her hand gently, and the two people who were originally in front of her quickly retreated to the back.

"What's the matter, it's not enough to say two words about you? I'm your sister, and when my sister sees her sister going the wrong way, she naturally feels uncomfortable. ”

"I also think I have something wrong with my brain, but even if I have a problem with my brain, I won't step on two boats and be exposed to a video like that in public."

"You're here for my husband's funeral today, and I hope you can be honest and do your duty, or I'll have someone throw you out anytime and anywhere."

"Leng Fu Xiao is dead, but even if he dies, he is still my nominal husband."

"If you want to come and see my jokes, you can go back now, because you can't see it, you never will."

Murong Xiaoxiao suddenly laughed, and the expression that was originally delicate in makeup gradually cracked. Before she came to the funeral, she specially asked the stylist to make a look for herself. Although the clothes he wore were plain, the jewelry he wore did not show any simplicity.

"Yan Muye, you don't want to think about how many people you have offended before. In the past, Leng Fu Xiao protected you, but now that he is gone, sister, I really want to see who protects you. The people you offended before will probably take revenge slowly. ”

"Although I can't get Bei Xianchen, you can't think about it."

"You're right, I'm here to see your jokes today, I want to see how the Leng family swept you out again."

Yan Muye's eyes drooped sideways, and there was indifference on the face of the demon: "Okay, it's all here, then wait and see." Today I will show you how I was swept away by the cold family. ”

…

Nangong Xuanye: "Brother, it turns out that what you said is true." Then my master how sad she is. ”

"Shall we send this flower over in a moment? I saw if I should say something. ”

Nan Qizhan: "What do you want to say?" ”

Nangong Xuanye scratched his hair: "I don't know either." ”