Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Fang Yaqing walked around the room with a smile on Ming Yan's face: "Although this place is a little small, he fulfilled his promise to me."

Shen Youran's clenched fists were shaking, and she covered her ears with both hands and uttered a terrible scream: "Stop talking!"

Fang Yaqing's hand was on his stomach, with a soft smile on his face: "I hope to have a daughter, this princess loft just left her..."

Before her words were finished, Shen Youran was like crazy, rushing forward to pull the curtain of the princess bed, and then looked like a headless fly in the room.

She lifted the stool sitting in front of the vanity mirror and quickly walked to the wedding dress, smashing it heavily. The glass was very hard and there was no sign of cracking. She lifted it again.

Fang Yaqing was shocked by her behavior. When she was about to smash the second time, she immediately reacted and stepped forward to hold her arm: "What are you doing?"

Shen Youran's eyes were full of anger: "I ruined here, and see what else you show off!"

Fang Yaqing was scared by the redness in her eyes: "This is my thing, you can't do this!"

Shen Youran shook her off and smashed it fiercely, the glass cracked a seam, and she continued to smash the second and third times...

With an uncontrollable madness in his eyes, the fissures grew from small to large, forming spider webs.

Seeing that it was about to crack, Fang Yaqing stepped forward to hug her arm.

Shen Youran roared: "Let go!"

Fang Yaqing held on to death.

Shen Youran flicked her away. She was getting angry. Her hand was not light or heavy. She flicked Fang Yaqing back again and again. Fortunately, she was supported by the servant who had heard the sound, otherwise she would fall.

"Hurry up to stop her." Fang Yaqing hurriedly said to Aunt Sun, seeing Aunt Sun standing in amazement, she urged, "Go!"

Such Shen Youran is like crazy, Aunt Sun looked at her, how dare to step forward.

Shen Youran lifted the stool and smashed it down. With a clatter, all the glass shattered, a piece of glass **** splashed over, cut her right cheek, and blood oozed out.

She picked up a piece of debris, and scratched it on the wedding dress. The edge of the debris was very sharp, piercing her palm, and blood dropped on the ground, shocking.

After slashing a few slits, she tears it with her bare hands. After a while, her fingers are blanched, and the blood donation stains the wedding dress, but she feels no pain.

Her organs seemed to be paralyzed, as if she could destroy this wedding dress and everything in this room, she would be relieved.

Her mad face made the servants look scared. No one dared to step forward. Aunt Sun hurried downstairs to invite Ji Jinchuan.

Fang Yaqing, who was still anxious just now, looked at the destroyed wedding dress and was anxious and angry, and more hated.

After a while, there were rapid footsteps from the corridor outside, from far to near.

Ji Jinchuan came to the door of the attic and saw the situation inside, shocked in his face. He had no time to think deeply, and quickly stepped forward to grab Shen Youran's wrist to stop her crazy behavior.

The woman turned her head, her face was as white as snow, and her chilly eyes were scarlet and red, and he was shocked to see it.

Shen Youran struggled twice and couldn't take off his hand, biting it on his arm. When he hurt, he let out a grunt and released his hand.

She grabbed the wedding dress tearing hard again, and the blood on her hand dripped on the snow-white wedding dress, blossoming with flowers.

Ji Jinchuan yelled at the servant: "Go get the scissors!"