Tender Trap: Blackmailed My Future Husband

She thought many years ago, the pale boy, standing in front of her, smiling at her.

He said, "you are beautiful, like a princess."

Jin min knows that Wen Zhi is never a prince when he meets her. Even if he is a prince, he is not his prince.

She has her own princess dream. How can her prince be so humble?

But since when, she has been in love with this young man who has never been in the eyes of her.

She tried hard to recall, tried hard to think, but could not remember.

She loves him, love is exhausted, love is not complete.

Unfortunately, after all these years, she still did not have him completely.

This is life

The window fell and let the cold wind blow.

My thoughts are confused and my sight is blurred.

She suddenly thought about the sharp turn.

She gave up, gave up Wen Zhiyu, gave up herself

All the moon, with the impact of the sound disappeared without a trace.

In her world, finally quiet.

……

The wedding ceremony of Tan wanwan and Wen Zhiyu was set in a new year ago.

Although the time is very fast, but Wen Zhiyu said enough.

Jin min was admitted to the hospital. Of course, he didn't think Tan Yaohui could hear him.

Can be strange is, a gust of wind, all the things are flying everywhere, only Wen Zhiyu hand carrying the bunch of chrysanthemums did not move.

Tan wanwan looks down at the chrysanthemums lying in front of the tombstone in a strange way. She is stunned.

Wen Zhiyu also felt strange and looked back at the tombstones around him.

Most of the flowers placed in front of the tombstone were scratched to pieces.

Tan wanwan raised her head and looked at her father in the picture and bent her mouth.

"Dad, you forgive him, don't you?" she said softly to the tombstone

In response to tan wanwan, there is nothing else except the wind.

Tan wanwan had already got up with a smile, went to Wen Zhiyu, took his arm and said to the tombstone, "Dad, we are going to get married..."

……

Wen Zhiyu accompanied Tan wanwan to sweep the tomb, and the two went back to separate roads.

In the afternoon, the stylist will come to tan wanwan for the last modeling reference.

And Wen Zhiyu has to meet a client.

Wen Zhiyu's car was on the Songxi road and stopped for a moment.

Soon, he got a call from the customer assistant.

The customer assistant said on the phone that manager Wu suddenly suffered from pancreatitis in the afternoon and was sent to the hospital, so the meeting could only be postponed.

Wen Zhiyu had no objection to this and asked his assistant to convey his greetings to Mr. Wu, hoping that he would recover soon.

The afternoon meeting was cancelled and Wen Zhiyu asked the driver to turn back to the villa.

The driver just picked up the car. Wen Zhiyu raised his eyes and saw Jin's villa not far away.

Wen Zhiyu pondered for a moment, and finally let the driver drive the car to the downstairs of Jin's villa.

Wen Zhiyu opened the door and the cold wind swept across his cheek.

I don't know why, this winter, the cold is particularly fierce.

Wen Zhiyu stood in front of the gate and rang the door bell of the villa.

Soon, the nanny in the heavy coat came out and opened the door to wenzhiyu personally.

Nanny to Wen Zhiyu politely called: "uncle."

Wen Zhiyu did not answer, took a look at the nanny, followed by to go inside.

Wen Zhiyu stood in the hall and changed his slippers.

His slippers are still here, but people don't belong here anymore.

Jin Funian should not show any special emotion towards the arrival of Wen Zhiyu.

He sat in the wheelchair, staring at a daze, all white hair old man, single, at this time, it seems, too poor.

Wen Zhiyu approached him. He slowly raised his head and looked at him.

Jin Funian's resentment against Wen Zhiyu has faded away with Jin min's departure.

These days, he thought very clearly.

He hated Wen Zhiyu, but what could he do? Now that he came step by step, did not he plan it all by himself?

Now, he didn't get it, but he got his only daughter and wife.

Jin Funian made such a big deal in his life.

As a result, he lost a lot.

Wen Zhiyu stood quietly beside him and looked out of the window with him.

The villa of Jin's family is no longer what it used to be.

The yard was covered with snow and no one was cleaning it out.

An old Mercedes Benz S600 stopped there, dead.

After a long time, Jin Funian asked, "what are you looking at again?"

Wen Zhiyu watched a group of small sparrows hopping in the snow in the yard looking for food.Soon, the sparrow was disturbed by something, Hula all of a sudden all flew away.

Jin Fu Nian was a little anxious. He wanted to get up from the wheelchair, but he found that he couldn't get up at all.

Wen Zhiyu did not reach out to help, but said faintly: "sparrows fly away. If you want them to come back, you can sprinkle some grain into the yard."

Jin Funian's eyes were taken back from the outside and fell again on Wen Zhiyu's face.

He finally regained his usual composure, looked at him and said, "what are you doing here?"

Wen Zhiyu turned around and looked at Jin Funian. He said calmly, "come and see you."

Jin Funian chuckled and laughed at himself: "you come to see me?"

"Yes." Wen Zhiyu is still calm.

Jin Funian sighed with a long sigh and said: "since Xiaomin died, no one wants to come to me any more. How many days have passed, you are the first..."

Wen Zhiyu does not deny that this is a fact. The snow in the yard explains everything. On the way, there is not even a footprint in the snow nest.

Jin Funian continued to look out of the window and said slowly, "I'm old. If you want to take away my old life, just come on. Now, what am I afraid of? I have nothing. "

Wen Zhiyu laughs.

He lowered his eyelashes and said calmly, "if I want your life, I don't think you will still be sitting here safely today."

On this point, Jin Fu Nian agreed and nodded: "yes, if you want to send me to prison, you don't need to do it yourself. I can go to the execution ground."

Wen Zhiyu did not agree.

A moment later, Wen Zhiyu said, "once upon a time, Lao Xu told me that heaven is fair. I never believed that he was fair..."

"Now, do you believe it?" Jin Fu Nian asked.

Wen Zhiyu nodded: "I believe it."

Jin Funian laughed sarcastically and said sharply: "fair, where is he fair? What did Xiaomin do wrong? She used her whole life to love you, a heartless man. Isn't God unfair to her? "

Wen Zhiyu looks at him and his expression changes.

Wen Zhiyu did not refute him, but said faintly: "but she designed to frame Tan wanwan and wanted her to die under the mountain disaster in Gansu Province."

Jin Fu Nian's momentum continued unabated. He asked Wen Zhiyu in a cold voice: "so what? Are you and your mother killed in the same way? You didn't kill Tan Yaohui and those who have done harm to you. Why didn't God accept you? "

Wen Zhiyu was speechless.

Jin Funian continued: "did you ever think about the reason why Xiaomin was doomed? She has a good life, she has the courage that other people don't have, but all this has been destroyed by you. You don't feel guilty and ashamed at all? "

Wen Zhiyu's lips buzzing, in the end, is wrong to look at Jin Funian.

Jin Funian was still aggressive: "what did Xiaomin do wrong?! Why did she fall victim to our pursuit of interests, and what did you give her? Have you ever remembered what she paid for you?! You don't love her, but you also married her. After marriage, she stayed alone in the empty room. When she held the pillow and cried at night, where were you! Say it yourself

Wen Zhiyu is silent and allows the old man to vent his dissatisfaction with him.

Until the old man said tired, no strength.