Chapter 491: Head-Broken and Bloody, Move Forward Bravely

It has a strong body, covered with scales, and a ferocious appearance, with three horns on its head.

But it's only the size of a Tibetan mastiff.

It squatted in front of Wen Churan, looking at her heartbroken, tears welling up in its eyes, like a pitiful big dog.

It stretched out its paws and pressed on Wen Churan's shoulders, seeming to be comforting her.

But Wen Churan severely refused its touch, raised his head, glared at it, and began to punch and kick it crazily.

"Give Sheng Shimo back to me! Spit out his memories! Spit it out!"

She was so angry that she strangled its neck like a crazy woman. "Is Sheng Shimo dead? Tell me! Did you kill him? Did you!"

The memory beast silently endured all kinds of torture from the woman without any resistance, just like a child who made a mistake.

It even lowered its head, rubbed her shoulder affectionately with its head, stretched out its big pink tongue, and licked the tears on her cheeks.

It's like comforting and apologizing.

Finally, after exhausting all his strength, Wen Churan lay motionless on the ground, falling into a deathly silence.

Gu Nanpei hurried over pushing Sheng Zhixun's wheelchair.

The two of them didn't seem to see the memory beast guarding Wen Churan.

Gu Nanpei rushed to Wen Churan's side and helped her lie down on the bed.

She closed her eyes, as if she was asleep, but tears kept rolling down from the corners of her eyes, and soon wetted a large pillow towel.

This wedding, which was supposed to be a happy one, turned into a dreamy bubble in the end.

Wen Churan hung the wedding dress in the closet and caressed the skirt inlaid with pink pearls.

The dull eyes suddenly seemed to be ignited with a strong flame.

"I will wear this wedding dress again...at my third wedding with him."

Her back figure is not small or sad, but has the courage to move forward even though she has suffered a lot of blood.

one year later…

On a sunny afternoon, a middle-aged man was shivering sitting in a unique teahouse box. He seemed to be in a cold winter, with a stiff and livid face.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered the sound of high heels stepping on the floor outside the box, crisp and sharp, getting closer and closer.

With each ring, the man's face would twitch and his expression would become more and more panicked.

It's like a sign before a ghost comes.

Finally, the footsteps stopped, and the exquisite wooden door was pushed open with a crash.

Several bodyguards in black rushed in and stood neatly in two rows, as if they were welcoming a distinguished guest.

In the man's horrified eyes, a pair of dazzling blood-red high heels stepped into the box.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful figure appeared in everyone's sight.

It was a slim woman.

The dark red windbreaker was paired with a short skirt, which covered her curvy body, and her two slender white long legs were too dazzling.

Against the background of a group of gray bodyguards, it looks like a gorgeous blooming flower.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

She raised two fingers and took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of smart and clear eyes.

The fair skin is so transparent that even the blood vessels are clearly visible, and the small and straight facial features are more delicate than a doll.

The red lips were slightly curled up into a half-smile.

A powerful aura like a queen burst out in an instant.

She is dignified, elegant, and charming, but she is still intimidating to the core.

It seemed as if just one word spoken would offend and taint her.