Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

He slowly got out of the car and put his hand in the windbreaker bag. The cold night wind blew and blew up the hem of his windbreaker. It looked like a jade tree facing the wind, but it showed an unspeakable loneliness. He raised his feet and walked slowly up the steps. In the memorial hall above, there was a man who let his father die with hatred. Why did he come?

His lips slowly pulled out a lonely bitter smile, the spirit of his father in heaven, will not forgive himself, he came here, just to see the woman in his heart, because only in this way can he feel at ease.

Finally, she came to the top of the steps, and the distance between her and him was close at hand. He looked through the floor glass, but just saw Zhao Che inside. In front of Zhao Che, the woman kneeling in front of Lin Youxian is Lin Yiwan. And that Mencius period, on her side to guard, she and his distance so close, close to let his heart a burst of pain.

He stopped and stood in a corner by the door, enduring the pain that flashed through his heart.

Lin Yiwan knelt down in front of her father's spirit. Her face was as pale as paper. She looked at Zhao Che passing her a check, and bowed down to her and said, "Yiwan, this is a little bit of Lin's old people's heart. Take it."

Lin Yiwan coldly twisted his face and didn't want to look at him any more. If it wasn't for his betrayal, if it wasn't for his collusion with Qi Aozhi, how could his father die one after another?

Her sight swept over Zhao Che, but it was fixed on the wreath he brought behind him. She almost couldn't believe her eyes. The name of the wreath giver written on the wreath was -- Qi Aozhi.

How ironic, how ridicule, he set up a series of sets, is to wait until this day. Now that his father is dead, what is the purpose of his sending such a wreath? To declare his victory? To confirm the failure of my father and the downfall of the Lin family?

Her eyes were on fire. She stood up and walked towards the wreath behind Zhao Che. Because she knelt for too long, her knees were numb. She just raised her step. She was unstable and almost fell. Mencius came over quickly, held her waist with his hand, and asked nervously in her ear, "Yiwan, what's the matter? Where do you want to go? "

Lin Yiwan's lips flashed a deep coldness and anger. She tried to make her knees adapt to the numbness. Then she walked a few steps, pointed to the wreath Qi Aozhi sent to Zhao chezhi and asked, "is this what Qi Aozhi wants you to send? Does a murderer come to express his grief on the people he killed? How dare he, how can he be so shameless

Her fingertips are trembling, and her body is trembling. She goes up and uses all her strength to tear the flowers and names on the wreath. It seems that she wants to tear up everything between Qi Aozhi and her. The silver wire on the wreath cuts her hand. Her tears flow all over her face. There are bloodstains on her hand, but she doesn't realize it.

Mencius, standing beside her, clearly saw that she had hurt herself so recklessly. He walked forward painfully and held Lin Yiwan in his arms.

He felt that her whole body was frozen to the bone, and had been shivering uncontrollably. As he stroked her shoulder to give her a little warmth, he looked at Zhao Che coldly, his eyes filled with disgust: "Mr. Lin, please take your check, and the wreath from this man on the ground, and leave here immediately, and tell Qi Aozhi that there is no one here to welcome him, Including anything he brings. "