"He said that I was a fake, that his wife had always been by his side, and that he loved her very much.
I was so angry that his wife was obviously me.
I wanted to kill that woman.
I said I wanted to kill that woman, but Yan Chen beat her.
I slapped me and I fell to the ground and was about to die.
He didn't care about me, turned around and left.
He didn't want me anymore.
He really didn't want me anymore.
Not only did he not save me, he even wanted to beat me to death after I managed to escape. " Yan Chen hugged her, tears falling on her forehead: "I'm sorry, he is a bastard, a bastard" "He has another woman and doesn't want me anymore," Lan Waihu muttered.
"It won't always be you, there is no other woman.
I just recognized the wrong person."
Yan Chen looked at Lan Waihu's flat belly and did not dare to ask about the child.
She had suffered so much before and was afraid that the child would be gone.
Looking at her body, which was as thin as if it could be blown away by the wind, Yan Chen felt overwhelming pity in his heart.
He raised his arms to hold her in his arms: "Little fox, forgive me, let me make it up to you, and come back with me."
"Compensation" Lan Waihu looked a little confused, as if he was still in a nightmare and had not really woken up; "How to compensate" "I'll give you whatever compensation you want, little fox, even if you take my life."
Yan Chen suddenly stopped talking and his face turned pale.
A knife pierced his heart like a poisonous snake.
Along with the knife came the whisper of Lan Waihu: "I want your life, and I also want your heart."
Yan Chen: "" This time he was really heartbroken.
Blood emerged from his chest and quickly wetted the little hand still holding the handle of the knife.
The little hand was slightly stiff and trembling, but the knife stabbed fiercely without any hesitation.
With Yan Chen's skill, even if he received this knife, he could slap the opponent away with one palm, but The other party was a little fox.
He didn't take action, but just held her wrist: "Little fox, you hate me so much."
Lan Waihu's eyes were like a stormy sea, and his voice was terrifyingly cold: "Hate, I hate it so much."
Yan Chen closed his eyes.
He was the one who felt sorry for her first.
If she wants to take his life, then let her take it.
He loosened his grip on her wrist inch by inch: "Little fox, I owe you this.
I will die in your hands, and I will not regret it."
Lan Waihu's fingers trembled even more, and the storm in his eyes had already begun to swirl: "Okay, then you can die."
Her palms were trembling and she was about to stir the knife inserted into his heart again, completely cutting off his life.
Suddenly, a colorful light fell from the sky, covering Yan Chen's body, and quickly pulled him away.
Yan Chen couldn't keep his footing and was thrown a foot away.
The blade in Lan Waihu's palm naturally slipped out of his chest.
The blade separated from his body, and blood spurted out from his chest But then the blood spurted out, and it was like a pair of invisible hands in the colorful light quickly pressed on his wound, stopping the surging blood.
Yan Chen staggered to his feet, his vision went black for a while, and he vaguely felt that someone fell down with the colorful light.
He forced himself to say one sentence: "Xijiu, I am willing to do so."
The only person in the world who can emit colorful light is Gu Xijiu, so he doesn’t need to see the figure clearly to know that she is coming.
"Stupid" a magnetic voice said one word.
Yan Chen's eyes suddenly opened wide as if someone had punched him in the chest, but before his eyes could refocus, his body flew out of thin air, and then he felt a chill, as if he was lying on a big rock
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