Chapter 1130

Wen Zhiyuan has never seen Duanmu LANYA angry.

In particular, the impression of the loving mother, she even glared at each other.

Wen Zhiyuan can't help but start to shed tears. Duanmu LANYA loves her most. She couldn't see her cry before.

She didn't believe her tear attack would make her so angry.

She had not seen her for a long time.

Later, when I went back to find her, I was also rejected by the Wen family.

She selfishly thinks that Duanmu LANYA must be forced. After all, she is her favorite daughter.

However, Wen Zhiyuan overestimates himself at this moment.

At that time, Duanmu LANYA looked at her tearful face and sneered: "do you still have the face to cry?"

She threw away Wen Zhiyuan's skirt, and her eyes were as fierce as her enemies.

I know that I have lost my past self-cultivation, but Duanmu LANYA doesn't care so much.

It was Wen Zhiyuan who made him lose his real child and even turned the Wen family into a joke of the whole imperial capital.

It's impossible to forgive. She'll hate her all her life.

Duanmu LANYA retreats several steps, opens each other's distance, full of disgust.

At this moment, the other uncles finally looked at their elder sister with a happy look. The third uncle stretched out his thumb and said with a smile: "elder sister, this is our father's daughter!"

The second uncle joked, "very good, sister, keep it up!"

And Wen Zhiyuan, with tears, looks like earth.

On the shoulder, there was only the temperature from Leng Yiyan. She just wanted to shrink into his arms for comfort, but she heard the voice of duanmu'e, "Xiao Leng, come here!"

Leng Yi Yan let go of her in an instant, and walked to him with the sharp eyes of the old man.

The next second, crutches mercilessly hit in his leg, "this stick, I fight for your grandfather."

Leng Yiyan gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Duanmu e raised his crutch again and knocked on his arm, "this stick, I'll fight for our two girls."

When he wanted to fight for the third time, Wen Zhiyuan came over and said, "grandfather, don't hit him. Even if there is a mistake, it's all my fault!"

The old man's crutch is held by Wen Zhiyuan. She begs, but stubbornly refuses to change her name.

"Old three, take her away for me!"

Duanmu e's aversion to Wen Zhiyuan is not a bit.

He didn't even want to talk to her. After telling his third uncle, he just felt that in a flash, the tall and powerful Mu Yi had already put Wen Zhiyuan's collar on and threw her a few meters away.

It's hard for the wound not to crack!

Wen Zhiyuan is lying on the ground for a long time without moving, and Leng Yi Yan also silently lowers his head.

Like a child who did something wrong, he endured the anger of the old man, "I ask you, do you really want to marry her?"

Hearing this, Yan said calmly, "yes!"

The old man suddenly narrowed his eyes and asked: "if... The consequence of your marriage with her is that the whole Leng family completely disappears in the imperial capital, do you still want to do this?"

This words, let calm Leng Yi Yan flustered God finally.

He raised his head and ran into the old man's sharp eyes. He was short of breath. "This is my own behavior. It has nothing to do with Leng family. I'm not Leng family anymore!"

Duanmue's momentum is not the same as that of that year. He is like a general who broke through the enemy. With irresistible oppression, he repeatedly asked: "answer me, so, do you want to marry her?"

Leng Yiyan was not able to resist the old general who once went to battle to kill his enemy with blood, even in his old age.

He was silent, and he felt the pressure of carrying the old man