The Young Master’s Bride

Immediately, bright red blood flowed down Ye Wenwen's arm.

Ye Wenwen stared at Ye Qingge in surprise, and then looked at her mother in a panic.

"Mom, I hurt myself, not sister..."

"What! It was Wenwen who was hurt by that woman..."

"Yes, with such an obvious action, Wenwen is so kind, she still speaks for that woman!"

"Don't talk nonsense, my sister won't hurt me, I hurt myself!" Ye Wenwen shouted at the guests who spoke, her face flushed with anger.

The stab wound on Ye Wenwen's arm just now made Ye Qingge panic because Ye Wenwen's skin was particularly unwilling to heal.

When I was young, my leg was cut through the glass again, it was just a small hole, but I got fever again and again, and it took half a month to get better.

She really felt distressed and worried about when such a long mouth would heal.

She shouldn't hide from her just now, so she won't be hurt like this.

"Wenwen, sister didn't mean it, I just avoided hurting you..."

Seeing the blood flowing down Ye Wenwen's arm, Ye Qingge's eyes were instantly filled with mist.

"You broom star, what are you doing? Wenwen says good things for you everywhere, and you actually hurt her."

Dong Wenqian ran directly to Ye Qingge and came over, raising her hand to hit her, but Ye Wenwen blocked her.

The slap hit Ye Wenwen's face.

Ye Qingge glared at Dong Wenqian, the aunt she had called for several years. At this moment, the staring eyes looked like she wanted to cut her alive.

"Mom, you're too much, don't say that to my elder sister!" The little chicken guarded Ye Qingge behind her, and for the first time she spoke harshly to her mother.

Li Mumu looked at the mother and daughter in front of him coldly, which was really interesting.

"Wenwen, how can you talk to mom like this, she not only snatched your fiance, but also hurt you. Mom loves you, but you say I am too much?"

"Mom, I didn't mean that... I just don't want you to say that sister, I don't hurt! Dad, either sister hurt me, or I was not careful!"

Seeing her father walking over, Ye Wenwen cried and explained.

That clever and self-blaming look makes anyone feel moved and distressed.

Ye Shide looked at the knife in Ye Qing's singer, and then at Ye Wenwen's bleeding arm.

Raising his hand, he slapped Ye Qingge, as fast as ever.

"Wenwen is guarding you everywhere, you dare to hurt her! You are like your mother, you will bully your sister, without shame!"

The words full of hatred came from a father.

Ye Qingge thought she could no longer feel the pain, and her heart was numb, but why did it hurt and why?

Ye Qingge's fair face instantly became red and swollen.

Li Mumu clenched his small fist tightly, and he wanted to slap the man who hit Ye Qingge back.

However, he is too short to reach...

Just when he wanted to kick up, his eyes caught the stalwart figure that walked in from the entrance of the venue.

He immediately hid in the crowd and took the opportunity to escape.

"You don't deserve to mention my mother!" Ye Qingge gritted her teeth and looked at Ye Shide. How could her mother fall in love with such a man.

After hearing Ye Qingge's words, Ye Shide raised his hand to hit her again.

"Dare you give her a try!" The dark, domineering voice sounded in this huge banquet hall with unabashed anger, making people's hearts tremble.