Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 8 The Grand Wedding - Wife Becomes Concubine
Although her family is not as good as the Mo family, it is also a rich family. Even if she loves him again, she can't bear such grievances.

The palm was suddenly gripped by a pair of big palms.

He approached her with a handsome face, and said in a low voice, "He Yunyan, if you don't want your one hundred and six shops to close together, then don't challenge my limit!"

No one heard his whispers but her!
He Yunyan raised her head suddenly, her eyes were full of shock and disbelief: "You..."

Mo Yuncong suddenly smiled, and his smile was very enchanting.

The voice was still pressed into a thread, piercing into He Yunyan's eardrums: "If you dare to take a step out of this door today, I have a hundred ways to make you and your family feel worse than death!"

As soon as he let go of his hand, he let go of her suddenly.

He Yunyan staggered and almost fell.

"Come here! Help Aunt He go to the East Wing to rest!"

Mo Yuncong ordered in a deep voice.

He Yunyan was stunned, she knew that Mo Yuncong has this strength now!
Now that she is going head-to-head with him, it is undoubtedly an egg hitting a rock...

He Yunyan was held hostage by two maids, one on the left and the other on the right.

Looking at He Yunyan's back, Mo Yuncong's eyes changed slightly.

This is the woman he once loved deeply.But it also hurt him deeply.

Seeing her distraught look at this moment, my heart twitched slightly, but there was also a kind of pleasure of revenge floating up...

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The red candle flickered, and the wax flowed silently and slowly.

He Yunyan sat at the table without saying a word or moving.

The East Wing is decorated like a wedding room, and there is a big red happy letter hanging in the hall.

It distinguishes it from ordinary wing rooms.

But that's the only difference.

The bed is an ordinary wooden bed, and the curtains are ordinary curtains, which are faintly worn out.

Everything is ordinary and cannot be more ordinary, just like the courtyard of an ordinary middle-aged family.

From time to time, the noise of silk and bamboo can be heard from the courtyard next door.

The courtyard is majestic, majestic, with towering corners,
(End of this chapter)