Seeing her lowered her eyes and a look of displeasure, Murong Yan held her wrist tightly and said in a low voice, "Shan'er, even if you are full of shortcomings, I will still love you, there is no reason, who made me fascinated by you at first sight......"

"Hmph, that's a nice thing to say!" Although he said this, his heart was still beautiful.

Murong Yan grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into his arms, and the two faced each other, breathing together.

"Brother Murong, thank you!"

"Huh?"

"Thank you for helping me so much, thank you for showing up when I'm at my saddest."

"Shan'er, I don't like it when you say thank you to me. If you really want to be grateful, you might as well do something practical......" The corner of the man's mouth provoked a chuckle, and the intention was obvious.

The man's handsome face was right in front of him, and Zhao Qishan pouted slightly and lightly touched his thin lips.

Murong Yan felt dissatisfied, and touched her red lips several times in a row, really didn't dare to kiss too intensely, for fear of causing fire, but restrained her desire to nod on her soft lips for a while......

It took a while to stop, and a pair of dark eyes were so deep that people didn't dare to look at them directly.

"Shan'er, you can't make me jealous next time!!"

This time, Zhao Jishan didn't find any reason, and nodded lightly.

"Hmm."

Stay by your side and never ...... again Miss him!!

…………………………

Because Zhao Zhenshan's parents had just died, it was inconvenient to get married.

The Murong family still strongly objected, until Murong Yan threw down the cruel words, saying that if they didn't agree, he would leave the MV.

Three months later, the wedding finally took place.

Looking at the grand wedding, Zhao Jishan quietly swore in her heart that she would definitely work hard to be a good wife.

"Miss Zhao Zhenshan, are you willing to marry Mr. Murong Yan as your wife, no matter if you are born, old, sick or dead, you will never give up!"

"I'm willing to ......"

"I don't want to!"

Suddenly a loud voice came from the crowd -

In between, Chu Yu ran in from the door of the church until he ran in front of Zhao Zhenshan.

He reached out and grabbed Zhao Qishan's arm, "Shanshan, you can't marry him, you love me!" ”

Murong Yan's eyes were cold, and he directly came up with a left hook, which landed heavily on Chu Yu's chin, and then he kicked him violently, landing on his lower abdomen, and putting him on the ground!

There was an uproar in the crowd.

Everyone knows that the one who came to rob the marriage was the future son-in-law of the Yi Group in City A.

"Brother Yu!" Seeing the situation, Zhao Qishan exclaimed.

She wanted to pounce, but her wrist was grabbed by Murong Yan.

"Brother Murong, I ......" wanted to say something, but seeing Murong Yan's cold face, he still didn't speak after all.

"Shan'er, you don't care about me, but I must take you away today!!" Chu Yu got up from the ground and looked at Murong Yan with a cold expression.

"Hah, you think you can?" Murong Yan's face was ruthless, and he directly took the baton in the hand of a guard, raised it, and pointed it at Chu Yu.

"Self-defeating boy, I'm going to kill you right now!!"

Seeing that the master was going to take matters into his own hands, more than a dozen guards surrounded Chu Yu and isolated the crowd, and retreated to a meter away.

Chu Yu looked at Murong Yan, there was no trace of fear in his firm eyes, but the corners of his lips were coldly hooked, "If you have the ability, ask Shanshan if there is you in her heart, even if you marry her today, her heart will always belong to me!" ”

"Look for death!!" Murong Yan let out a cold roar and walked quickly towards Chu Yu.