Dijun, your bride ran away again

Chapter 745

"Okay, it's up to you."

Ye Mingjue smiled dotingly, and continued to feed her wontons.

Many diners around here witnessed the scene just now, and they all pointed at He Lanmin and sighed, "I've never seen such a shameless woman."

"Yeah, the couple don't care about her anymore, and she still insists on not leaving."

"She looks like a vixen, and she doesn't look like a decent girl."

Accusations from all around continued, and He Lan gritted her teeth angrily.

It just so happened that the boss brought her bowl of wontons over. Unexpectedly, she suddenly had a seizure, overturned the bowl of hot wontons and threw it at Mu Youning who was opposite.

Ye Mingjue's eyes turned cold, and with a wave of his wide sleeve, the wontons that were supposed to be thrown at Mu Youning were blocked back, and all of them were splashed on He Lanmin's face.

He Lanmin screamed, fell to the ground and rolled in pain and shouted, "My face hurts so much!"

"You vicious woman, you are looking for death."

Ye Mingjue was really angry, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was about to smash this vicious woman into pieces, Mu Youning hurriedly stopped him and said: "Forget it, she has also tasted the consequences, I see her I'm afraid my face will be ruined."

This bowl of wonton just out of the pan with hot soup, splashing on the face is no small matter.

The onlookers gathered together, pointed at He Lanmin on the ground and said, "You really deserve it."

It was just now that He Lanmin committed an attack on Mu Youning, but many people saw it, so it was her own fault that she ended up like this.

Such a woman deserves no sympathy.

Ye Mingjue put away the murderous aura on his body, glared at He Lanmin who was lying on the ground and howling, and said, "Don't let me see you again, or I will kill you."

He snorted coldly, left a piece of silver, and left the wonton stall with Mu Youning in his arms.

"Aren't you hurt?"

After leaving the crowd, Ye Mingjue held Mu Youning's hand, looked her up and down nervously and asked.

Mu Youning shook his head and said, "No, it's lucky to have you, otherwise I would be the one who was disfigured."

Thinking of the scene just now, she still felt a little scared. Who would have expected He Lanmin to be so bold?
"Sorry, it's all my fault."

Ye Mingjue blamed himself very much. He frowned and looked down at Mu Youning and said, "She is He Lanrong's younger sister. Before I came to Nanzhao, it was He Lanrong who helped me take care of Nanzhao. thing.

I heard that I was the one who saved their brothers and sisters many years ago, but unfortunately I don’t remember all of this. He Lanmin had been pestering me all the time when I returned to Nanzhao.

She had a dispute with Miss Seven and hurt Zong Li, so I drove her out of the palace. I didn't expect to meet her here today. If I knew I shouldn't have spared her life. "

At the beginning, he gave He Lanmin a way out for the sake of He Lanrong's face, but he didn't expect that this woman would not change her nature.

This scourge really cannot be left behind!
After Mu Youning listened to his words, he had already thought about it in his heart. Ye Mingjue handed over Nanzhao affairs to He Lanrong, presumably because he valued him.

And He Lanmin is He Lanrong's younger sister, so it's really not easy to tear her face.

"it's not your fault."

Mu Youning looked up at him, smiled a little coquettishly and said, "I wasn't full just now, let's continue eating delicious food."

"it is good."

Her smile dispelled the haze in Ye Mingjue's heart, he took Mu Youning's hand and walked towards the brightly lit place.

When he comes to a lively place, Mu Youning is like a duck having fun, he wants to eat something delicious, and he wants to buy something interesting when he sees it.

It might be because Mu Youning was too excited and ran too fast, she let go of Ye Mingjue's hand, and when she came to her senses and turned around, she couldn't find him in the vast crowd.

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(End of this chapter)