Wen Yu took Ning Xi back to the Wen family, and as a result...

The marriage was hampered.

Wen Yu knew that Zhou Xiangning had always disliked Ning Xi, but he didn't expect that even Wen Xingzhi didn't like it.

In order to take care of Ning Xi's mood, after having dinner at Wen's house, Wen Yu chose not to stay overnight, but led Ning Xi to his private apartment that night.

Early in the morning, Wen Yu received a call from Zhou Xiangning and was called home by his mother for a lecture.

"A broken flower who has been played with by so many men, you don't feel cold, I'm ashamed." Zhou Xiangning's angry voice echoed in the room.

Wen Yu: "Xixi is none other than Xixi, she is my fiancée."

Zhou Xiangning: "Even if she is the widow of the Song family's deceased house, you are not suitable."

A cheap woman who is slept with thousands of people and kissed by thousands of people, where is she worthy of her son?

The original marriage contract should have stopped working a long time ago.

Wen Yu's attitude was resolute and tough, "I won't marry anyone else except her."

Zhou Xiangning was also extremely stubborn and stubborn: "Unless I die, don't want to marry her."

Wen Yu: "Jiang Ruo's private life is also bad, how bad is Xixi than her? Won't you agree with Wen Yuan to marry her?"

Zhou Xiangning: "If Jiang Ruo is Jiang Ruo, Ning Xi is Ning Xi."

Their different births speak for themselves.

Wen Yu clenched his fists, his green tendons were tensed, and he gritted his back molars and mocked: "Isn't she just relying on having a good mother, and without the name of Tang Qian's daughter, who cares about her?"

If Jiang hadn't been born to Tang Qian, he would have died a hundred times a death.

..

According to the custom, Yu Yun would visit Shen Huaiyan in prison at the beginning of every month.

After all, Shen Huaiyan is her cousin-in-law, and it was by relying on Shen Huaiyan's line that she was able to climb the Huo family, in the end.

When Yu Yun sent Shen Huaiyan daily necessities, she passed by a beautiful woman wearing sunglasses at the prison gate.

The fragrance of the woman's body was so familiar, faintly evoking memories that she had hidden for a long time.

Yu Yun looked back and stared for a long time, only to see a woman's dark brown curly hair as dense as seaweed, long hair reaching to her waist, pouring down, stepping on high heels, walking, that is called a swaying posture, all kinds of style.

"This back..."

It can't be that woman, right?

She's alive?

Shen Huaiyan's treatment in prison was not bad, but because of Jiang Ruo's biological father's identity, he was not embarrassed much.

The places where I live are all VIP cells, the lighting is good, and the enclosed space of dozens of square meters is brightly illuminated, which is warmer than the corridor.

"Open the door."

As the two-story iron door was slowly opened, the piercing sound of pulling the ground woke up the man who was originally taking a nap.

Tang Qian lifted her feet in high heels and stepped in.

The sound of high heels stepping on the floor is abrupt and inexplicable... Familiar.

It is very familiar!

Shen Huaiyan thought he was dreaming, and he didn't get up in a hurry.

It wasn't until a black shadow fell that he realized that someone had come to see him again.

This unique rose fragrance is as soon as you smell it.

It's all too familiar.

used to stay with each other day and night, sharing the same bed, except for no name, there was everything.

But Shen Huaiyan couldn't believe it.

Could it really be her?

But "she" has obviously been... Dead?

Shen Huaiyan couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart anymore, and turned over and got up from the bed.

At this time, Tang Qian leisurely and lazily found a sofa to sit down, with a black dress and red lips, she was like a vicious flower blooming in hell, with an absolutely glamorous appearance, and a... Ruthless to the extreme.

A fake may be a fake.

Han Yin used to look like Tang Qian, but she couldn't resist the torture of the years, compared with Tang Qian's natural and bewitching mother's face, Jane

It can be said that it is so ugly that it is miserable.

There was just a window behind the single sofa where Tang Qian was sitting, and the bright sunlight poured in from outside, enveloping her body, and it made her seem like an illusion.

Shen Huaiyan's eyes fell on her, and her eyes couldn't help but become extremely dazed, and she even took off her glasses and wiped them well.

The flickering flash of excitement was quickly suppressed, and he looked closely, as if to see if she was a human or a ghost, or...

Dream?

After gradually becoming familiar with the scorching heat of the sun, the blurred face reflected in Shen Huaiyan's eyes became clear, and he felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

After so many years, she has not changed at all, she is still as beautiful as she was twenty years ago, and she is as stunning as a city, which makes men look at it and be moved by it.

A dance of the imperial capital.

Even though everyone knows her viciousness and arrogance, she also loves and hates, loves and hates.

"You're still so beautiful, your daughter looks like you." Shen Huaiyan took the initiative to speak.

This is the first thing the two said when they met again after so many years.

Compared with Shen Huaiyan's heartbeat again, Tang Qian unabashedly disliked: "You are so old, so ugly."

Perhaps as he grows older, Shen Huaiyan, who is now over half a hundred years old, has gradually faded, but back then, he was undoubtedly good-looking.

If not, she would not fall in love and give birth to Jiang Ruo with him.

"Because of favoritism, shielding your precious daughter, and now being imprisoned, it is all your retribution." Tang Qian was indignant.

Shen Huaiyan smiled lightly, unmoved, he took out the black roses he had folded out of black paper from the drawer at the head of the bed, and Xuanbao said, "Sissi, your favorite flower."

Tang Qian looked at him condescendingly and indifferently, "I don't like it anymore."

"There are two flower languages of black roses." Shen Huaiyan said to himself, "One represents the underworld, and the other is the devil, and it belongs to me."

"Sissi, you're the Devil's Daughter, and I'm the only man who has ever gotten you."

Tang Qian got up and walked towards him, her eyes flashing with hatred, "You are also worthy?"

"Thou art selfish, unkind, and cunning."

"You were the man in black who wanted to kill me!"

Thanks to Wen Yanzhi, she and Han Yin escaped this catastrophe.

Shen Huaiyan asked abruptly, "Qianqian, do you still love me?"

Tang Qian took out a dark and cold gun from her bag.

Her eyelids were lowered, and she stared at the man she once trusted and loved deeply, "Sissi, who loves you, has long been killed by you with a knife!"

Shen Huaiyan slowly closed his eyes and hooked his lips bitterly: "Yes, I killed her with my own hands."

The man did not resist and allowed Tang Qian to shoot.

The "bang" shook the heavens and the earth, piercing the grievances that had passed for many years, and Huangquan never saw each other again.

"Sissi..."

Shen Huaiyan said a word when his body fell.

As for what he said with his lips, Tang Qian didn't want to interpret it.

The man held a black rose made of paper tightly in his hand, fragile, unbearable, and defeated.

His blood flowed under the clean soles of her shoes, and he finally stained her, inside and out, a stain that he couldn't shake off.

There is also an incomparably strong bond.

Jiang Ruo!

..

Outside the prison, Wen Yanzhi leaned against the car door, waiting for her to come out.

"He's dead?"

"Hmm."

Wen Yanzhi hugged Tang Qian's waist, "I will do the work of killing people in the future."