The piano sound of the wedding march hovered over the banquet hall, and Mo Xiaowen's sudden intrusion broke the happy atmosphere. Her face was pale, her long messy hair was scattered over her shoulders, her wedding dress was scarred, and one of her shoes had been lost.

She stood at the door of the banquet hall in embarrassment, like a vengeful bride who had come to ask for her life, looking at the two glamorous people on the stage in a daze.

"Xiaowen, it's not like this, you listen to my explanation." Ji Zihao said with a panicked face.

Mo Xiaowen's heart ached suddenly, and she looked at this man with wide eyes, this man she had given up everything to love.

How ruthless is he to say such a thing?

You married another woman at my wedding, and you want me to listen to your explanation.

"Really?" Mo Xiaowen sneered, looking so helpless.

Ji Mu came over and scolded Mo Xiaowen in a low voice: "You get out of here quickly, today is the day of great joy for our family, don't mess around here." ”

Mo Xiaowen looked up to the sky and laughed, her expression looked terrifying and sad, the more she laughed, the louder she laughed, and her tears flowed out of her laughter.

She knew that she and Ji Zihao were people of two worlds, she knew that Ji Zihao's parents did not accept her, and she knew that the Ji family had arranged a marriage for Ji Zihao and the daughter of the Bai family.

She knew all this, but she believed Ji Zihao.

It was Ji Zihao who kept assuring her that he would not accept other women, so she endured it until now.

However, as a result, she waited and waited, and waited for something, betrayal, betrayal from the person she loved the most.

"Ji Zihao, you shouldn't lie to me, I, Mo Xiaowen, am a person who can afford to let go, as long as you open your mouth, I will never be

will haunt you. The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes can be killed but not humiliated. Mo Xiaowen roared at Ji Zihao.

"I didn't lie to you, Xiaowen, I really don't know ......" Ji Zihao was still saying something, but Mo Xiaowen didn't want to listen to it anymore, she wouldn't believe this man's rhetoric anymore, never again.

Ji's mother pushed Mo Xiaowen out, Ji Zihao wanted to find Mo Xiaowen, but Bai Xuan grabbed her arm.

Mo Xiaowen dodged away from Ji's mother and came to the window, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, looking at the man who ruined her life, she had to remember the appearance of this man, in the next life, when she saw this person, she must walk around.

Ji Zihao couldn't stand Mo Xiaowen's laughter, full of ridicule and disdain, and full of despair and pain, which made his heart irritable.

Mo Xiaowen leaned back, like a withered begonia flower, falling rapidly, her body and mind surrounded by an indescribable pain.

Mo Xiaowen's last gaze was fixed on the picture of Ji Zihao and Bai Xuan hugging each other tightly, what a beautiful couple.

At this moment, she was suddenly so unwilling, why did she have to bear these pains alone, while those who did wrong things could enjoy such happiness, Ji Zihao, I won't forgive you, never, I will go to hell with my obsession, and I won't let you go if I am a ghost.

Wanton taunts, screams of terror, bright red blood.

Faces surrounded her, both familiar and unfamiliar.

Time and space were spinning, and her head was splitting, Mo Xiaowen struggled desperately.

"Ahh She finally opened her dry eyes, the bright light made her dizzy, her whole body seemed to be beaten violently, even the bone cracks hurt, she didn't react to what was going on, and a roaring voice came from her head: "Run, run from behind, run." ”

Mo Xiaowen endured the severe pain on her body and jumped from the window on the second floor, probably because she had just woken up, her body coordination was relatively poor, she hit her foot when she landed, but she still relied on her strong perseverance and hid in the grass in front of her.

As soon as Mo Xiaowen took a breath, she saw two black shadows carrying something, sneakily walking towards the villa she had just escaped.

The two people seemed to be pouring something around the villa, and soon, Mo Xiaowen knew what they were pouring.

Because, in just an instant, that villa was surrounded by a sea of fire.

Mo Xiaowen's mind roared, flashing one after another what happened not long ago.

The owner of the body she is in now is named "Jiang Yuetong", and last night, her best friend and roommate Xia Lan sneaked into her room while she was taking a shower, wanting to see the design drawings of her competition, but was hit by herself.

Xia Lan didn't stop doing anything, and directly picked up a vase at hand and smashed it at Jiang Yuetong's head.

When Jiang Yuetong was in a semi-coma, she heard Xia Lan call someone in a panic, she heard Xia Lan call that person Bo Ge, and she heard Xia Lan viciously say that they still need to rely on this waste to help her win the gold medal of the World Designer Competition.

Oh, I think she Jiang Yuetong has lived for more than 20 years, and she is really blind, and her best friend says that she is a waste.

The closest boyfriend actually teamed up with his best friend to design her.

Love, career, friendship, it's all a joke.