Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

Han Yixing's face was a little red, most likely because of anger, he felt that he was acting out a joke in the eyes of others, especially when the spotlight was still flashing non-stop.

Tears were blinked back by her desperately, but there was still a drop hanging on her eyelashes. She turned her face to the side, refusing to look at Meng Beichen again, and wanted to pull out the hand that was hurt, but he refused to let go.

She frowned, thinking very much, now a knight is here to rescue her from the clutches of Uncle Color.

But the reality is that the priest's stereotyped question has already been heard from above his head.

"Miss Han Yixing, would you like Mr. Meng Beichen to be your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him>

After Han Yixing heard it, she squinted her eyes angrily at the uncle Se, who was beside her with a stinky face but refused to let go of her hand, and said loudly, "I don't want to!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the first feeling was that someone squeezed her hand tighter, but it didn't hurt her.

Then there were bursts of breathing sounds and discussions behind her, coupled with the non-stop flickering of the spotlight, a smug look flashed across her little face, it was best to let this wedding not go on.

"Han Yixing, are you really looking for death?" Meng Beichen gritted her teeth in a low growl above her head, and she smiled wickedly: "Am I willing?"

Of course she knew what he was worried about. When he came here before, his mother kept asking her to behave well. Of course, she also knew what the Meng family meant in Lincheng.

Although she liked his mother quite a lot, she just didn't want to. Let's see how this priest will continue?

Meng Beichen suddenly felt a headache. When he thought she was a cute angel, he should have guessed that she was also a little devil who could cause destruction.

He really wanted to squeeze her hand as hard as before, but he still couldn't react. Her hand was incredibly small and soft, and he couldn't bear to squeeze her hand.

He had had too many women, but none of them seemed to pay attention to women's hands.

After the initial daze, the priest gave a dry cough, chose to ignore the bride's words, and then raised his voice to ask