Chapter 473 Perfect Wedding (4)

Yin Shuiling felt a sour nose, but no tears came out of her eyes. If he wanted to humiliate her, then congratulations to him now, his goal has been achieved.

She gave up struggling and asked him weakly, "What do you want to do? Your fiancée is still out there."

The man behind her was laughing, and stretched out his right hand to unzip his trousers, "Xiao Yao? It's okay, she is a lady from a noble family, and she knows that some things should be turned a blind eye. Shuiling, don't get married, huh? Do you think I might let you get married? Don't harm others, this is how your life will be, you stay quietly, and let me support you."

Yin Shuiling wanted to laugh, and she did laugh out loud. With his current status, a simple "don't harm others" could threaten her to the extreme.

He supports her?

A noble woman?

"Yin Muchen, why can't you let me go? Why do you treat me like this?"

"How did I treat you? Am I not good enough for you? In fact, I can give you something better, but you don't want it. You don't want it."

She doesn't want it, she doesn't want it, so even he doesn't know what to do with her?

Holding her waist with his big hand, he tried to get close to her, but he suddenly felt that the woman under him was not moving. He opened his dark eyes and saw that she had a knife in her hand. At this time, the sharp blade was against her delicate neck.

Yin Muchen's pupils shrank and he let her go.

Yin Shuiling had to take off her clothes. She stood up and faced him. Her skirt fell down like water, covering all her spring light. She leaned against the wall with caution, staring at him coldly, "I won't marry, but as long as I'm alive, don't think about touching me again. Get out!"

Yin Muchen looked at her for a few seconds, his glass-like dark eyes showed cold frost, and suddenly he smiled lightly, turned his back lazily, and adjusted his belt.

He took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit it with a lighter, put his left hand into his trouser pocket, frowned and took a puff of the cigarette, then raised his head and slowly exhaled. He didn't look at her, and casually said, "It seems that I am still too good to you."

He turned around and ran away.

Yin Shuiling watched him walk farther and farther away until he turned a corner and disappeared. She seemed to have lost all her strength. Her legs softened, and she slowly squatted down along the wall, and then buried her face in her knees.

She didn't know why she met this man named "Yin Muchen" in her life?

……

Zhou Yao really felt bored. He didn't like these upper-class gatherings. Everyone wore suits and leather shoes, lowered their eyes and smiled lightly. He thought they were fake no matter how he looked at them.

It would be better for him to run thousands of meters in the army and sweat profusely.

What bothered him the most was that he would attract a lot of attention wherever he went. The girls attending the wedding were all daughters of rich families. When they saw him, their eyes lit up and they were well-mannered. They would not come up to him, but they looked at him with affectionate eyes.

If it were an ordinary man, he would have drowned in this gentle fragrance. Only he was an insulator, immune to all poisons. No matter how affectionate they were, he was a piece of wood without electricity.

Zhou Yao put his hands in his trouser pockets. The 1.9-meter-tall man had a great figure. The soft white shirt on the upper layer seemed to be broken in the next second, revealing his fierce muscles like a barrier. Other men looked elegant and noble in white shirts, but he was lazy and unruly, too wild.

Zhou Yao was walking bored, and at this time a familiar figure came towards him.

He took a look, and the sexy thin lips were half-curled. He thought to himself, what a coincidence, the enemy's road is narrow, Leng Zhiyuan

When he saw her clearly, the unruly smile on his lips froze. He didn't expect that the devil girl would wear this kind of clothes.

Leng Zhiyuan wore a cheongsam, which was embroidered with big pink peonies in green and blue. It was more colorful than the sea of ​​flowers. The retro buttons were buckled on her graceful neck. The delicate fabric like silk wrapped her charming and exquisite figure. The woman was tall, and the cheongsam reached above her knees. When she walked, her pair of white and straight breasts were too eye-catching.

Leng Zhiyuan's figure was the best among women. Ning Qing was petite and Jian Han was slender. They were not as...woman as her. A real woman's figure was like her, with beautiful breast curves, firm and perky buttocks, and a waist so thin that it was almost invisible. She looked like a beauty in a cheongsam.

But this beauty was very dissatisfied with her outfit, and Leng Zhiyuan was in a terrible mood.

She didn't know why her dear father and brother insisted on her wearing this dress. The tight buckles made her very uncomfortable. More importantly, she was wearing a pair of high heels on her feet. She had never worn this thing in her life, and she walked with a limp.

Many men stared at her along the way. She was in a bad mood. She wanted to take off her high heels and hit them hard. If you look again, I'll dig out your dog eyes!

Leng Zhiyuan took two more steps and looked up to see the man standing in front of her, Zhou Yao.

Zhou Yao wiped his trouser pockets with both hands, and stared at her figure up and down with a pair of narrow eyes. There was a smile on his face, not appreciation, but more teasing.

It seemed that he was happy to see her embarrassment at the moment.

Leng Zhiyuan's anger that had been suppressed for a day broke out. She stared at Zhou Yao coldly, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman? Stinky hooligan!"

She walked sideways and away from him.

At this time, Zhou Yao's teasing laughter sounded in my ears, "I have seen many beauties, but I have never seen someone like you. Hey, Miss Leng, have you heard of an idiom, Dong Shi Xiou Pin?"

Dong Shi Xiou Pin?

Leng Zhiyuan was instantly ignited. She turned her head and looked over, "Seeking death!"

Rushing towards him quickly, she swept her legs and kicked his handsome and upright face with her right foot.

Zhou Yao turned aside slightly, took out his right hand that was wiped in his trouser pocket, and clasped the snow-white ankle she swept away with his thick and generous palm.

The man was accustomed to dancing and shooting all year round, and his life in the army was also rough. It was the first time he held a woman's ankle. It was small and delicate, and it was not big enough for him to hold. The skin was so moist that it slipped on his hand.

He squinted his eyes and turned his head to look at her, "Miss Leng, do you really don't know or are you pretending not to know, so you came to kick me while wearing a cheongsam, and did you show it to me on purpose?"

Leng Zhiyuan didn't understand for a moment, but suddenly she saw his eyes looking into her legs. He looked so bad and evil, "Tsk, tsk, I didn't realize that Miss Leng still has a pink girl's heart. Wear cartoon cotton pants.”

"Ah", Leng Zhiyuan screamed. She realized what stupid mistake she had made. She wore a cheongsam and kicked him.

"Let go!" She tried to retract her feet.

But before she exerted any force, the man let go first, and her right foot touched the ground. Because of the high heels, she couldn't stand firmly for a moment. She said "Ah" again and fell to the ground.

It’s all the fault of this cheongsam and these high heels!

She thought she was about to have a close contact with the earth, but no, her slim waist was clasped by a big hand, and she was held firmly.

Opening his eyes, he could see the man's dark and handsome features. He smiled, "Miss Leng, do you have a crush on me? It's not enough for me to see you, and you want to throw yourself into my arms?"

Leng Zhiyuan was angry, "Shameless!" She slapped her right hand out, wanting to slap him.

But he failed. With a "boom", her butt was broken in half. The man let go and she fell to the ground.

Now embarrassed and embarrassed, Leng Zhiyuan just laughed "haha", and everyone around him looked over.

Because she fell to the ground, her cheongsam was a little open. She quickly closed her legs to avoid being exposed. Her butt really hurt. She was born as the daughter of the Leng family. Although she had no mother or friends, she was loved by her father and brother. Damn it, how have I ever experienced this kind of birdiness?

She felt her cheeks become wet and reached out to touch them. It turned out to be tears.

She frowned, what the hell?

She won't cry.

It was probably due to the pain in my butt that I choked out tears.

She didn't care about the laughter of those onlookers. She stood up and tried to stand up, but she couldn't stand up. Her feet were sprained.

Zhou Yao was tall and long-legged standing beside her. To be honest, he felt a little proud when he saw her fall to the ground. This woman was too arrogant and had to be aggressive.

Probably no one believed that the commander of the Red Flame Special Forces was actually enjoying teasing a little woman here.

childish!

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the woman. The woman's hands were small and white, and she didn't look like she was an agent. She covered her cheongsam with her two small hands and tried to stand up.

But she was wearing high heels and couldn't stand up no matter what. It looked a bit funny.

Zhou Yao would not admit that he felt guilty. The people around him were still laughing. He glanced over with a sharp look, which meant---you are idle, right?

As soon as everyone caught his gaze, they all trembled and disappeared in a flash.

Zhou Yao took a step forward and came to her. He slowly stretched out his right hand and said, "Get up."

He pulled her.

With a "pop" sound, Leng Zhiyuan slapped his big hand away.

Zhou Yao's face turned a little dark, "You woman, don't be ignorant. If I pull you, you will get up, or I will leave."

"Get out of here, get out of here, get out of here, get out of here!" Leng Zhiyuan raised her little head and roared at him.

Only then did Zhou Yao see the tears on her face clearly. He was stunned for a moment. It was not that he had never seen a woman cry before. This was the first time he saw this woman cry. Her mixed-race contact lenses were already beautiful. She was a gray color, full of exotic amorous feelings, and now there were crystal tears hanging on her delicate cheeks. Her skin was so white, with pink in it, like soft tofu.

He didn't expect that a woman who usually existed like a female devil could be so... weak, and he was stunned for a moment.

One hand was still wiped in his trouser pocket. He raised his head and subconsciously licked his dry lips. After being yelled at "Go away" several times, his expression didn't get much better. He had very little patience. "Leng Zhiyuan, asked Your last sentence, can’t you afford it?”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't want you to cry like a cat, you rude man!"

Zhou Yao frowned when he heard this, turned around and left.

Before he had even taken two steps, an angry voice from Nakata came from the front, "You bastard, who told you to bully a girl like this? Let's see if I can't beat you to death!"