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Chapter 429 You want to force me to death, don't you?
"Gently," he sighed, his brows and eyes softened, and became more and more gentle: "No matter how much you can be independent, I still miss you, silly girl, how can I not miss you?"

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Wen Mian was splashed with red wine all over the face by Song Yueyue at the awards ceremony of the Handan Festival.

It was a live broadcast at the time, and no one thought it would appear suddenly.

Wen Mian held the trophy in her hand, her smile froze for a moment, and the wine flowed down her delicately made-up face. She was wearing a water-red dress today, and the scarlet wine color was smudged on it. It couldn't be more embarrassing.

Under the spotlights of various colors, Wen Mian thought regretfully that she and Song Yueyue would probably be on the headlines tomorrow.

She really didn't want to be tied to her name.

She took the handkerchief from Yue Zhao, who ran up from the side, and wiped the wine stains on her face with a calm expression.

A reporter pointed the camera at Song Yueyue, who was full of anger, and asked, "Miss Song Yueyue, can you explain why you poured wine on Miss Wen Mian?" ?"

Song Yueyue restrained the anger on her face, and regardless of the live broadcast at this time, her words were thorny: "Wen Mian, it's just a small friction in the crew, do you have to put me to death?"

Wen Mian didn't know what she was talking about.

She frowned, her voice became cold, and her almost plain face was still proud and charming, without any embarrassment: "Song Yueyue, what do you mean by that? If you have any objections to me, or between us, If there is any misunderstanding, you can go to the stage and talk about it, now it is a live broadcast, please pay attention to the occasion?"

"Occasion?" Song Yueyue's voice suddenly rose, and there was a bit of a shrill tone: "Through the matter, you have forced me to be like this. What did you tell me to pay attention to the occasion? Wen Mian, you can't kill without nodding your head. Are you You want to kill me, don't you?"

When she said this, she looked at Wen Mian's face that showed no guilt at all, and the gloom circling in her heart, she couldn't move forward or retreat.Her eyes were scarlet, but she just smiled, her eyebrows crooked: "You don't admit it? It's okay, Wen Mian, I don't want you to admit it either."

Wen Mian's brows furrowed slightly.

There was an extremely bad premonition that fermented a little bit in her heart. She knew the power of hatred. It would not be strange for a person to do anything when his emotions were out of control.

Thinking of this, her tone sank, with a little warning or persuasion: "Song Yueyue, what's the matter, let's talk about it, don't go crazy on it."

Song Yueyue ignored her voice, and she walked up to the floor microphone with a smile on her face: "Dear reporters and friends present, I will probably be taking a break soon, but before that, I would like to introduce a people."

When she said this, her tone was tinged with viciousness, which was unspeakably terrifying: "What is the origin of Miss Wen Mian, who is the most noble in the eyes of the world? I think everyone is as curious as I am."

The reporters in the crowd smelled something keen because of this sentence, and the expressions on their faces were tinged with excitement.

And Wen Mian staggered back a step, because she sensed who was coming, her body was a little cold, and the perfect expression on her face was cracked.

What Song Yueyue wanted was her mood, her smile became more joyful and arrogant.

(End of this chapter)