Wen Zhiyuan trembled like chaff, even if she made adequate preparations, she couldn't imagine that Wen Cheng was still alive.

Clearly......

Wen Chongli is over seventy years old, but he is still shrewd and sophisticated, he faintly thinks about everything, and when he hears Wen Cheng's words at this moment, he looks at Wen Zhiyuan, "Little kite, go to your sister's side." ”

During this period, Ms. Lian and Yan Jun were both silent, their faces were solemn and nervous, and Fang Cai's calm and calm demeanor had long since ceased to exist.

Wen Zhiyuan supported the ground with both hands, and when he wanted to get up, he fell down again because of the numbness of his legs.

Zhuang Yin couldn't stand it anymore, she got up and wanted to step forward, Wen Cheng, who had just drunk water to moisten her throat, whispered: "The second aunt still loves her sister so much, and her parents didn't move, so you can't stand it?"

In a word, Zhuang Yin paused in embarrassment, neither advancing nor retreating.

"Good sister, why don't you come over quickly? Or do you want me to die again, and you will show your sisterly affection with me again and miss me like crazy?"

Wen Cheng didn't leave any affection for Wen Zhiyuan.

Her voice fell, and Lei Ruixiu on her side patted the back of her hand, with a displeased expression, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Yan Shiqi nodded in agreement, "Well, don't talk nonsense!"

Weak and crying and laughing Wen Cheng, "......"

After a while, Wen Zhiyuan finally got up from the ground hand and foot.

She was wearing a princess dress today, and when she got up, her knees were faintly red marks, and she knelt too hard, and her steps staggered several times before she stood firm.

In front of everyone, she moved in front of Wen Cheng step by step, wiped her tears, and pulled up a smile, "Sister, it's good that you're not dead, I ......"

"Smack-" With a bang, the document bag brought by Lei Ruixiu before was directly smashed on Wen Zhiyuan's face by Wen Cheng with all his strength.

The latter was stunned.

"Kites—"

"Orange Orange—"

Two exclamations, respectively from Wen Jinghong and Duanmu Lanya.

In the end, Wen Zhiyuan is a child who is loved by the entire Wen family, and Wen Cheng's actions at the moment still arouse their maintenance.

Seeing this scene, Yan Shiqi's face was so cold that he couldn't speak.

She felt sorry for Wen Cheng and was not worth it, no wonder in the past five years, she would rather wander outside than return to the Wen family.

Whether the Wen family is too easily deceived, or Wen Zhiyuan's disguise is too perfect.

In this situation, it really makes people feel ridiculous.

After Wen Cheng smashed the file bag over, she instantly tightened her brows, and her movements were a little big, pulling at her wound.

It hurts, but what makes her even more ironic are the two exclamations of her parents.

She lowered her eyelids, gasping for breath to heal the burning pain from the wound.

The left side of Wen Zhiyuan's face was scratched by the edge of the document bag, and an obvious red mark appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and those documents slowly fell to the ground from Wen Zhiyuan's side.

She didn't speak, her eyes were fixed on a detail on the ground, it was a bank card receipt, signed: Yan Shi Yang.

At this moment, the pain was relieved a lot, Wen Cheng opened her eyes again, she looked at Wen Jinghong and Duanmu Lanya, and said word by word: "Parents, don't worry." It's just that I hit her with a document bag, and I won't die, so distressed?"

"Orange Orange, I ......"

Duanmu Lanya was speechless, and she couldn't help but look away from Wen Cheng's unfamiliar eyes, and couldn't help crying.

Wen Cheng sneered lightly, propped up the Taishi chair, and held hands with Yan Shiqi beside him, "I have never had a femme fatale like Wen Zhiyuan. In my life, I only recognize Yan Shiqi as a sister. ”