The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 235 I will never marry you in my life!

The moment their eyes met, Old Madam Yan showed her a sinister and cold smile.

Yan Zhixin's eyes were cold, and she mouthed: "Don't fall into my hands from now on."

The cold sight, separated by a distance of dozens of steps, is like the cold moon-like light cast by the crystal lamp above the head, which inexplicably makes people feel cold from head to toe.

Old Madam Yan turned her face away uncomfortably, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart, if she couldn't kill Yan Zhixin this time, she might be the one to die next time!
Looking at each other, Zhao Du walked in front of Yan Zhixin with a gentle smile on his face.

Surrounded by layers of exquisite and gorgeous lace, intertwined with her perfect curves, she stood there quietly, with a natural appearance, reflecting the cold and arrogant expression, like a snow lotus in the Tianshan Mountains, unattainable.

Even if he doesn't like women, he has the urge to conquer at this moment.

He looked at her with a smile, but what he said was a threat: "You should know what to do later, it's best not to make trouble, otherwise you will feel better."

Yan Zhixin ignored him and turned her face away.

Zhao Du didn't care, and motioned to the bridesmaid to support her, and walked towards the stage with him.

There is a professional planner for the wedding banquet, and there is no need for Yan Zhixin to do anything. Yan Zhixin was like a wooden stake the whole time, until the host asked: "Mr. Zhao Du, are you willing to marry Ms. Yan as a wife, love her, comfort her, respect her, Protect her, whether she is sick or healthy, rich or poor, till she dies?"

Zhao Du stared at her closely: "I am willing."

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

The host asked again: "Miss Yan Zhixin, would you like to be Mr. Zhao Du's wife? Love her, comfort her, respect her, protect her, no matter if she is sick or healthy, rich or poor, until"

Before the host finished speaking, Yan Zhixin said coldly: "I don't want to!"

Zhao Du's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Yan Zhixin, don't force me!"

Yan Zhixin shouted angrily: "That's the agreement signed by the Yan family and you, it has nothing to do with me, I won't marry you in this life and I won't in the next life! Kill me if you have the ability!"

Zhao Du's face completely sank.

The host reacted quickly, and immediately asked people to turn up the background music to the highest level to cover her voice, and said loudly: "Since both the bride and groom are willing, now, invite the groom to kiss the bride!"

Zhao Du took a step forward, facing her mouth, and was about to kiss her...

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the banquet hall, like a tornado blowing on the ground, and wherever it went, it immediately caused a commotion.

The guests near the door screamed first.

Someone was shocked.

Someone is ecstatic.

"Young Master Bingshan! Is it Young Master Bingshan? Ahh! It's really Young Master Bingshan!"

At that moment, Yan Zhixin almost thought that she was dreaming.

Mo Junting, is he here?
Zhao Du frowned and glanced at the door, but he thought in his heart that it was impossible for Mo Junting to come to such a place, and he still wanted to kiss Yan Zhixin persistently.

"Let go of her!"

A deep and cold voice suddenly sounded in the hall, carrying a palpitating murderous aura.

Everyone looked back, only to see Mo Junting walking, surrounded by bodyguards, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome with sternness, and a sharp and seductive edge restrained in his deep eyes.

At this moment, Yan Zhixin couldn't hear anything.

Everything in the world was far away from her, and she only saw him striding towards her, the light of the crystal lamp shone on him, like an ancient emperor descending!

(End of this chapter)