Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

"Because of me." Yun Yi paused and said, "on the day of my wedding with Yu Shaohan, Hua Yue noticed that someone would do something to me, so she knocked me out. Yi Rong looked like me. As a result, something happened at the wedding."

Yun Yi was very happy on the wedding day, not because of the fake wedding with Yu Shaohan, but because she felt that she had reached an agreement with Yun Yuecheng and Yun Qingyan. As long as the wedding was held, she could leave.

As a result, she was negligent.

“……”

Huarong looked at her, unable to say a word. Her stunned expression couldn't accept the fact that Huayue had died.

"So she really died because of you?"

Just then, a cold female voice sounded.

The flower demon came in quickly in a long skirt that reached the ground, and looked forward to her angry posture, but her face was completely cold, and her cold eyes stared at Yun Yi.

"Flower demon, where have you been these days?"

Huarong immediately stepped forward and asked with a frown.

At that time, they left the cloud house together. Later, after the plane landed, Huarong and the flower demon didn't go to situ Yunliang's house because they didn't know situ Yunliang well. They found a hotel to stay, but when Huarong went to find the flower demon the next day, they knew that the flower demon had left the night before.

Huarong feels very strange. After all, this has never happened in the past.

In the past, even if they wanted to leave, they had to at least inform each other.

After that, Huarong contacted the flower demon. The flower demon just returned a message to him, saying that he had something to do, so he didn't hear from him.

"I told you something." The flower demon said faintly and looked at Hua Yue with fixed eyes: "you haven't answered me yet!"

"Yes."

Yun Yi lowered her head.

"Oh!" The flower demon sneered, nodded repeatedly, and said coldly, "sure enough... I knew it! I told her long ago that it would not come to a good end to follow you. She still doesn't believe it. Now it's better... "

"Flower demon!" Huarong frowned and scolded, motioning her not to say any more.

Originally, Hua Yue died, and Yun Yi was sad enough.

The flower demon stared fiercely at the flower face and said coldly, "why don't you let me say it? What's up? Hua Yue is dead. Can't I say anything about her? Just protect her! Hua Yue was killed by her. You have to protect her! "

"Hua Yue was not killed by Yun Yi!" Yu Shaohan's voice was cold and his eyes were cold: "Yun Yi doesn't want such a thing to happen. You're sad when your people die. Isn't she sad?"

"Who said I was sad?" The flower demon sneered, turned her head disdainfully, but her quietly red eyes exposed her mood, and said sarcastically: "well, you protect her, she's right about everything, and it's also right that she killed Huayue!"

Huarong: "Huayue!"

"Shut up!"

Yu Shaohan's murderous spirit soared all over him. He raised his feet and was about to step forward.

Yun Yi hurriedly pulled: "Yu Shaohan!"

The flower demon sneered, didn't say anything, turned and left outside.

Yu Shaohan frowned: "she said that about you. Why did you stop me?"

"Or will you quarrel or fight with her?" Yun Yi fixed her eyes on him: "Hua Yue, it's true that I'm dead. She's sad. She said I should say a few words. Forget it."

"You didn't kill her! Yun Yi, don't think so! " Yu Shaohan watched her closely.

Since the accident at Yun's house, she has been blaming herself for the death of Hua Yue and situ Yanran.

“……”

Yun Yi pulled her lips and said nothing.

She seemed to be smiling, but there was no smile in her eyes.

……

The flower face and the flower demon arrived, and the funeral was held the next day.

In addition to Yun Yi and the flower demon, Hua Yue, Yu shaomo, Ning Qiaoqiao and Yu Shaohan attended.

Wearing a black dress and holding an urn, Yun Yi stood in front of the tombstone and listened to the priest's eulogy. The past of Hua Yue came to her mind.

When Yunyi first saw Huayue, Huayue was thin and tall. She smiled very well. She said to her, "you are a young lady. In the future, I will be your maid. I will take care of you. If you need anything, tell me and I will help you."

When she was in flame Valley, at the beginning, Yun Yi didn't understand her position in Song Yue's heart. She complained that the training was too hard. She also played a big miss's temper and felt why she suffered this crime? Once she was angry and didn't eat.

At that time, Hua Yue couldn't persuade her, so she secretly hid the steamed bread and took it out for her when she was too hungry.

In order to let Yun Yi practice her skills, Hua Yue takes the initiative to be her partner. Sometimes Yun Yi doesn't control her strength and hurts Hua Yue. Hua Yue never complains. She just smiles and congratulates her and says, "miss is powerful again."

There are many, many things like this.

Hua Yue has been trying her best to take care of her. For so many years, she has never changed from small to large.

Every time Yunyi called them, Huayue always came to her for the first time.

The priest finished his eulogy and motioned Yun Yi to put the urn into the cemetery.

Yun Yi shrunk her fingers touching the box, pursed her lips, went over to put the box into her destination, grabbed a handful of soil next to it and sprinkled it on the box.

Like a piece of sulfuric acid, it poured mercilessly on her heart, and the pain was suffocating.

"Huayue, if there is an afterlife, I hope you can reincarnate to an ordinary family and don't have to be a maid for others. It's better to be rich and have loving parents to hold you in the palm of your hand..."

Every time Yunyi said something, she threw a handful of soil on the box.

People attending the funeral came forward once and offered snow-white chrysanthemums.

The flower demon stood aside, pursed his lips and looked at the scene coldly.

"Are you going to cry?" Asked the flower face standing beside her.

"Who said I was going to cry?" Flower demon cold tunnel.

"Oh, I thought you wore sunglasses today for fear that others would see you cry."

The flower demon's face was stiff and turned to the other side. The cold voice trembled imperceptibly and disdained to say, "how can I shed tears for her? You don't know I hate her. I'm most happy when she's dead!"

Dead good.

Dead——

At least don't be afraid every day.

Huarong stood quietly without saying a word.

……

The funeral is over.

The priest bowed respectfully to Yu Shaohan and left.

The flower demon raised his feet and walked forward with an expressionless face: "well, now the funeral is over, I'll go first."

"Are you leaving?" Yunyi heard that the flower demon didn't mean that she wanted to go home first.

Flower demon: "or will I stay to catch up with you? Sorry, I don't want to see your face now. "

“……”

Yun Yi was shocked, lowered her head, bit her lips and didn't speak.