Wen Zhiyuan had never seen Duanmu Lanya angry.

In particular, the loving mother in my impression actually looked at her angrily.

Wen Zhiyuan couldn't help but start to shed tears, Duanmu Lanya loved her the most, and she couldn't see her cry before.

She didn't believe that her tears would make her so angry.

When she was driven from the Wen family, she hadn't seen her for a long time.

Later, when he went back to look for her, he was also rejected by the Wen family.

She selfishly thought that Duanmu Lanya must have been forced, after all, she was her most beloved daughter.

However, Wen Zhiyuan at this moment overestimated himself.

At that time, Duanmu Lanya looked at her tearful appearance, and sneered: "You still have the face to cry?"

She shook off Wen Zhiyuan's clothes, and her eyes were cruel as if she was treating an enemy.

knew that she had lost her former self-cultivation, but Duanmu Lanya didn't care so much at all.

It was Wen Zhiyuan who made himself lose his real child, and even turned the Wen family into a joke in the entire imperial capital.

Forgive the impossible, and she will hate her for the rest of her life.

Duanmu Lanya took a few steps back, distancing herself from each other, her eyes full of disgust.

At this moment, the other uncles finally looked at their eldest sister with a look of relief, and the third uncle stretched out his thumb and said with a smile: "Eldest sister, this is our father's daughter!"

The second uncle quipped, "Very good, sister, keep it up!"

And Wen Zhiyuan, with tears, his face was like earth.

On her shoulder, there was only the temperature from Leng Yiyan, and she just wanted to shrink into his arms to seek comfort, but she heard the voice of the old man Duanmu E, "Xiao Leng, come here!"

Leng Yiyan let go of her in an instant, and walked in front of him with the old man's sharp gaze.

In the next second, the crutch hit his leg socket mercilessly, "This stick, I beat it for your grandfather." ”

Leng Yiyan gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Duanmu E raised his cane again and slammed it on his arm, "This stick, I beat it for the two girls in our family." ”

When he wanted to hit him a third time, Wen Zhiyuan ran over, "Grandpa, don't hit him, even if there is a mistake, it's all my fault!"

The old man's crutches were held by Wen Zhiyuan, she begged, but stubbornly refused to change her name.

"Third child, take her away for me!"

Duanmu E's dislike of Wen Zhiyuan is not a star.

He didn't even want to say anything to her, and after instructing the third uncle, he only felt that in front of him, the tall and mighty Mu Yi had already stepped up to Wen Zhiyuan's collar and threw her a few meters away.

It's hard to keep the wound open!

Wen Zhiyuan lay on the ground for a long time without moving, and Leng Yiyan lowered his head silently.

Like a child who has done something wrong, he stubbornly held the old man's anger, "I ask you, do you really want to marry her?"

Hearing this, Leng Yiyan's tone was calm, "Yes!"

The old man suddenly narrowed his eyes and asked gloomily: "What if...... The consequence of your marriage to her is that the entire Leng family will completely disappear in the Imperial Capital City, do you still want to do this?"

These words finally made the quiet Leng Yiyan panic.

He raised his head, bumped into the old man's sharp eyes, and breathed rapidly, "This is my own behavior, it has nothing to do with the Leng family, I have ...... It's not the Leng family anymore!"

The momentum of the old man of Duanmu E is not at all the same as back then, like a general who broke the enemy, wrapped in an oppression that is difficult to resist, and repeatedly asked: "Answer me, in this way, you still want to marry her?"

The old general who once went into battle to kill the enemy and stained his blood, even in his old age, the courage of the arrogant man was not something Leng Yiyan could resist at all.

He was silent, and the feeling of suffocation that was enough to make him shudder by carrying the old man alive......