A sunny day.

Dijing ushered in a Chinese-style wedding.

The red makeup is spread all over the ten miles, three books and six ceremonies, and eight sedan chairs, which are very grand.

As the bride, Jiang Ruo was dressed in a red phoenix crown, her long hair was pulled up to the back of her head, and the painted bridal makeup showed that she was extremely elegant and elegant, dignified and delicate, and the white pearls between her eyebrows dotted out of Huadian.

The Chinese-style wedding dress, which cost more than 100 million yuan, is hand-embroidered with gold thread in every place, which took many years, and the entire skirt is full of ten meters, and it is inlaid with countless kinds of jewelry, which is particularly luxurious.

And the phoenix crown she wears on her head is priceless, a whole is made of pure gold, exquisite technology, rare in the world, and it is overkill to take it to the museum as an exhibit, it is simply exquisite, so beautiful that it is like an object that the princess of the dynasty only deserves to have hundreds of years ago.

She exudes a lofty grace and luxury from her bones, and her demeanor is peerless.

On the 100-meter red carpet.

Jiang Ruo held a delicate fan embroidered with a mandarin duck pattern in one hand, covering his face, and holding a hollow hydrangea in the center in the other, walking slowly.

Wen Huai, as the groom, is the same, holding the hydrangea representing happiness with the bride.

Under the gaze of all relatives and friends, in the blessing, the two held three bows and nine bows until the ceremony was completed, and the marriage was justified.

However, just as the last worship was about to take place.

Suddenly, someone appears to interrupt the wedding.

"Little Ruo'er."

The man's voice is mellow and masculine, like a natural sound, and there is a sexy tease in his tone, which is not too familiar.

Jiang Ruo looked back.

Sure enough, it's Wen Yuan!

He brought a lot of people, all with guns, wounded the bodyguards guarding outside, and surrounded the entire wedding scene, with the implication of going to war.

And...

He was also wearing a red wedding dress similar to Wen Huai, and if he didn't know, he thought he was the groom.

Jiang Ruo suddenly became a strong defensive and looked at Wen Yuan hostilely.

What is he going to do?

Marriage robbery?

Jiang Ruo couldn't help but hide behind Wen Huai in fear, clearly showing her disgust, she hated Wen Yuan, a man who would only force her and persecute her.

At this time, Wen Huai sensed her abnormal emotions, took the initiative to hold her hand, and gave her strength: "Forget your worries, don't be afraid, I won't let him snatch you away."

"Hmm." Jiang Ruo believed in him from the bottom of his heart.

The affection between the two fell into Wen Yuan's eyes, making him feel dazzling and extremely envious.

It's infuriating.

Wen Yuan moved his head, his gloomy eyes were filled with the madness of completely unsealing, which kept hitting like a storm.

"Xiao Ruo'er, why can't you learn well?" His bewitching and handsome face showed a crazy determination that he had never seen before, his eyes seemed to be wrapped in raging blood, and the whole person was like a messenger from hell, and his voice was dumb, fierce and paranoid, "If you want to marry him, you must first step over my corpse!"

He loves madly, chases persistently, and hates thoroughly.

Jiang Ruo shook his head with tears: "Wen Yuan, let it go, I really don't love you."

"Don't you love me?" Wen Yuan repeated.

Then, he tilted his head to stare at her, his dark eyes like a whirlpool, and with a single glance, he could suck her out and trap her forever.

His eyelids were gray and gloomy, the corners of his mouth suddenly cracked a strange arc, his face changed hideously, and he shouted angrily: "If you don't love me, you are also my wife!"

After a short pause, he asked in a slow voice, "Why did you fall in love with my brother when you want to marry me?"

His wife became a sister-in-law, telling him how to accept!

Jiang Ruo, this woman, should have been his!

Suddenly, Wen Yuan shot at the ceiling in an extremely unhappy mood.

The gunfire was deafening, causing the guests to panic and scatter.

Even Jiang Ruo was trembling with shock.

"Wen Yuan..." Jiang Ruo looked at Wen

Hara, extremely afraid of the ferocious aura that leaked from his body, she knew very well how bloodthirsty and murderous he was.

Wen Yuan was extremely paranoid: "Jiang Ruo, you remember to Lao Tzu that you are mine!" It's my wife!"

Whoever dares to rob her will die!

"Do it!"

With Wen Yuan's order, the people he brought were aimed at Wen Huai, wanting to take his life.

"Don't, don't hurt Brother Ahuai!" Jiang Ruo was extremely panicked.

Wen Huai stood in front of her, protecting her with a mortal body, and promised, "Forget your worries, I won't let you leave me."

However, the reality is harsh.

Wen Huai was one against a hundred, and gradually fell behind, outnumbered, and was soon controlled by the elite brought by Wen Yuan, and he was scarred.

Jiang Ruo was extremely distressed when he saw it, knelt down in front of Wen Yuan, grabbed his trouser legs, and cried and pleaded: "Wen Yuan, I beg you, will you let Brother Ahuai go?"

Wen Yuan's long and arrogant body bowed slightly, and raised her round and small chin with a gun, her face was extremely arrogant and evil, and the sickly madman said, "Xiao Ruo'er, all those who stand in the way of us being together deserve to die!"

His eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth were pulled up indifferently and arrogantly.

In the next second, he aimed his gun at Wen Huai.

Jiang Ruo saw the decisive and resolute killing intent in his eyes, and shook his head in horror: "Don't! Wen Yuan doesn't!"

Wen Yuan's eyes were scarlet, and there was a sense of triumph around his body that was about to get rid of his henchmen, "Xiao Ruo'er, cherish it, this will be the last look!"

His good brother, go to hell!

"Bang".

The black muzzle of the gun was like an abyss, infinitely magnified at this moment, and the bullet that shot out was gradually slowed down in the void.

Jiang Ruo looked at Wen Huai in panic, everything around him had turned into a blurred background at this moment, only this deadly bullet was the clearest!

He really shot at Wen Huai!

Right in the right heart!

"Ahuai!" Jiang Ruo broke down and cried in despair.

Before Wen Huai's consciousness dissipated, he tried to squeeze out a smile at her, "Forget your worries..."

"Ahuai! Ahuai!" Jiang Ruo hurriedly crawled over, ignoring the image at all, and the tassel that fell from the phoenix crown slapped on her delicate face, looking fragile and embarrassed.

Wen Yuan followed behind her, picked her up, and whispered in her ear like a demon, "Little Ruo'er, it's time to hold our wedding."

Jiang Ruo's eyes were instantly filled with mist, and fragile tears fell one by one, and even the appearance of crying was picturesque.

She clenched her fists and pounded him recklessly, screaming in pain, "Wen Yuan, you madman! Crazy!"

Wen Yuan controlled her and used absolute power to force her to re-perform the three prostrations and nine prostrations.

"Who told you to provoke a madman without taking it upon yourself, you deserve it!" He said.

This night, the night in the cave room that was supposed to be with Wen Huai became her and Wen Yuan.

On the crimson marriage bed, there is a wanton rhythm.

The intertwined bodies are like glue.

Jiang Ruo finally found an opportunity.

She picked up the knife, peeled off the layers of flesh with her own hands, and ripped out his beating heart, ecstatic: "Brother Ahuai is saved! He's saved! He's not going to die!"

..

Jiang Ruo had a nightmare, and his eyebrows were furrowed.

Her head moved around as if trying to break free from a dream.

Suddenly, she finally woke up from her dream.

"Ah Yuan!"