Rejecting violent husbands: women are neither stupid nor naive

like dreaming—

Su Ying didn't feel the truth at all. book>

I just feel that the empty soul is fluctuating!

In pain, in tangled!

Struggling on the edge of love and hate... [

"Xiao Enze!" Su Ying gritted her teeth and raised her jade hand, wanting to slap him hard, but tears fell on that handsome face, "Why? Why did you save me?! Bastard! I hate you—"

He is dead!really dead!

How could he choose such a way of death? !

……

Lie Yan watched this scene quietly.

Then he moved his gaze to the portrait of Xiao Enze in front of the mourning hall.

Suddenly, there is an understanding.

Xiao Enze's heart.

This bastard!No wonder he had that look on his face when he was dying.

He got his wish!

The person who can't get her, at least like this, he will always live in her heart.

At this time, at the door.

Two people appeared.

Elegant and sealed purple.

The two were dressed in black and wore black glasses.

What is special is that Feng Zi is holding a bouquet of white roses in her hand, while elegantly holding a large bouquet of brightly blooming red roses in front of her.

In this place, in this situation.

When Lie Yan saw the two of them, he was taken aback.

The vigilance also suddenly rose, who let them in? ! [

He couldn't help but secretly grabbed the gun, as long as there was a slight change in them, he would react quickly.

However, the two walked forward step by step, looking at Xiao Enze's portrait.It is so pious, dignified, without a trace of profanity.In their eyes, Xiao Enze is everything and their soul.However, this character suddenly fell and left, leaving them without any psychological preparations, no...

"Brother, I don't like those chrysanthemums. What he loves all his life is roses." Yaya closed her eyes, showing no sadness.

Now, he was standing in front of the coffin, and Feng Zi was standing beside him.

The two took off their glasses and looked at the person in the coffin quietly.