President, you want too much

Li Xiaohan frowned and looked up at Rong ma. He knew that Rong Ma must have said something to Leng Xingyue.

Rong's mother was frightened by his eyes, hurriedly lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him.

"What did you say to him?" Leng Xingyue asked anxiously, "Li Xiaohan, what are you talking about..."

"Don't you believe me?" Li Xiaohan asked coldly.

"I......" Leng Xingyue was speechless for a moment. Of course, she wanted to believe him. He was her favorite man and the one she wanted to grow old together. If she didn't believe him, who else in the world could be trusted?

Seeing that Leng Xingyue was a little shaken, Rong Ma hurried forward and asked, "as soon as you came back, you said some strange things to the master. After dinner, the master began to explain what happened. If you want to say you didn't do anything, who believes it?"

"Rong Ma, how can you misunderstand our master like this?" they were indignant. "Is the master not good enough for you?"

"I'm afraid his kindness is hypocritical!" Rong Ma didn't appreciate it.

"You..."

"Open the door!" ordered Li Xiaohan.

"Yes." Lanlan has found the key and is ready to open Leng Zhiyuan's door. At this time, the door opens and uncle Hua pushes Leng Zhiyuan out.

"Dad, are you all right?" Leng Xingyue hurriedly asked.

"It's all right. Were you knocking at the door just now? I was taking a bath. Uncle Hua held me and didn't make time to knock."

Leng Zhiyuan just took a bath and changed his clothes. His hair was combed meticulously and looked very energetic.

"Yes, I responded a few times. Maybe you didn't hear me." Uncle Hua said.

"Is the master really all right?" asked Rong Ma, pulling uncle Hua aside.

"Isn't this good?" Uncle Hua whispered, "you're suspicious. The master scolded me just now..."

"I......" Rong Ma was speechless.

Leng Xingyue breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that they really think too much.

Leng Zhiyuan looked at Leng Xingyue and Li Xiaohan. He felt something wrong with his aura. He frowned and asked, "what's the matter? You quarreled? You're getting married. What's the good quarrel?"

"I......" Leng Xingyue doesn't know how to explain.

"Don't be so capricious and quarrel all the time. You should communicate well about anything." Leng Zhiyuan criticized, "Xiaohan has spoiled you very much. You should understand him and don't get angry with him."

"I know..." Leng Xingyue nodded and apologized to Li Xiaohan, "Xiaohan, I'm sorry, I think too much..."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Rong's mother also came to apologize. "I made a mistake. Don't blame the young lady, Mr. Li."

Li Xiaohan didn't speak, but was struggling whether to do that or not

"It's getting late. Let's hurry to the church." Leng Zhiyuan urged, "Xiao Han, why haven't you changed your clothes?"

"Miss Leng, let me curl your hair." the shade came over.

"OK." Leng Xingyue put down her doubts and began to look forward to the wedding. She also reminded, "Xiao Han, go and change your clothes. Don't finish it."

"Mr. Leng, we'll take you to the church first." ah Chao Arden came over.

"OK, hard work." Leng Zhiyuan looked forward to that moment.

Everyone began to get busy and prepare to go to the church for the wedding.

"Xiao Han, why are you still there? Hurry to change your clothes." Leng Zhiyuan urged again.

"Don't change it." Li Xiaohan suddenly said, "there's no wedding tonight!!!"

"What?" everyone was stunned and looked at him in amazement.

"Why?" Leng Xingyue asked in a panic, "are you still angry with me? I, I just..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li, I shouldn't have doubted you. I think the master is wrong tonight, so I suspect you want to murder him, so I went to find the young lady." Mrs. Rong apologized quickly, "Mr. Li, don't be angry. It's my fault. Don't blame the young lady."

"You are really mischievous. Why are you talking nonsense?" Leng Zhiyuan shouted seriously.

"Sorry..."

"Come on, don't pretend." in order to let them leave, Li Xiaohan had to continue to "ruthlessly" pretend, "since I already know, I don't want to hide."

"What?" Leng Xingyue looked at him in amazement.

"Rong Ma didn't guess wrong. I did say to let your father end himself. I'll marry you only if he dies." Li Xiaohan said coldly, "I thought you would know current affairs and end it early. I didn't expect you to act now. It's really disappointing!"

"Li Xiaohan..." Leng Zhiyuan frowned. He knew that Li Xiaohan must have difficulties in saying so.

"You......" Leng Xingyue looked at Li Xiaohan strangely. "What are you talking about? Are you crazy? You have such an idea???"

"Why can't I?" Li Xiaohan asked, "he is my enemy. I've never forgotten it."

"I thought you had put down your hatred. I thought our love could surpass everything. I thought I could really grow old together with you. It turned out that all this was Utopian..." Leng Xingyue cried desperately, "why do you just refuse to put down the past? Why do you have to kill my father? Why?"

Looking at Leng Xingyue's excited appearance, Li Xiaohan couldn't bear it, but he knew that he couldn't tell her the truth or let her know too much inside information. Therefore, he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth in a cold voice: "I don't want to talk nonsense with you. Now you kill Leng Zhiyuan yourself, and I can marry you!"

"You... What did you say?"

If Leng Xingyue was lucky just now, now, Li Xiaohan's words have disillusioned all her lucky psychology.

Leng Xingyue opened her eyes in amazement and looked at Li Xiaohan inconceivably. She couldn't believe her ears. What kind of animal would say such inhuman words?

"You're terrible, you devil, devil..." Rong's mother trembled with excitement.

"It's worse than animals!!!" Uncle Hua scolded angrily.

Leng Xingyue looked at Li Xiaohan vaguely with tears. He still couldn't believe it was reality. He couldn't believe that the tenderness and affection during this period were all disguised. It turned out that Li Xiaohan didn't put down the past at all. The tolerance he showed was false. He hadn't put down those hatred. He still wanted revenge. He wanted to kill her fathe