His Dearest Wife

Chapter 3

Shouldn't it be Lin Zimeng? Why did her face appear? And her voice of shame and impatience?

The guests at the scene were very eye opening. They found that the young girl was holding the bridegroom Fengyu.

There is not only the action of touching, but also the posture of two people up and down across the quilt.

"Pa!" A clear and loud slap shocked everyone.

Then, a shy angry roar: "the Lin family treats you well, why do you want to destroy your sister's happiness?"

This angry woman is Lin Zimeng's mother Han Qin. She is so angry that she blames Lin Xiangji for everything.

"I..." Lin Xiangxiang covers his red and swollen cheek. Just as he is about to explain, his snow-white face is slapped again.

This slap is more forceful, the corner of her lips are broken, a trace of blood, along her lips overflow down.

At the moment, standing on the flower stand, Lin Zimeng also has a face of collapse. She covers her head and can't accept the ridiculous picture.

"No It's not true It's not true She was a little stunned, mumbling self consolation.

However, Feng Yu looked at the scene of the Lin family's tumbling with indifference. He felt the pain of revenge when he looked at their sad and worried expression.

"Feng Yu, please let them close this thing. I don't want to see it. I don't mind. I Let's go on with the wedding. " Lin Zimeng quickly reached out to grab Feng Yu's big hand, and asked him in a tense and trembling tone.

Feng Yu pushed her hand away in disgust, and her pretty face was slowly dyed with a cold smile: "I mind!"

"What?" Lin Zimeng is confused again. She doesn't mind. Why does Feng Yu mind?

Lin master son Lin Kunnan quickly stepped on the flower bed, just heard Feng Yu's words of mind, an old face, also froze.

Lin Guodong also quickly went up, eager to explain: "Feng Yu, the wedding has come to this step, can't stop, otherwise, how will my daughter behave in the future?"

"Oh, that's not my concern." Feng Yu had a lazy expression on his face, and then looked at Lin Kunnan: "if you want the wedding to go on, there is only one way to change someone to be my bride."

"What? No No, I won't. your bride is me, Feng Yu. I'm your fiancee. " Lin Zimeng is suffering to the extreme and is about to go crazy. She grabs Feng Yu's sleeve and asks with tears: "I love you, Feng Yu, marry me, marry me!"

Feng Yu had no pity for the tears on her face. He just looked closely at Lin Kunnan: "how? If you marry your granddaughter to me, the terms I promised you are still valid. "

"No Grandfather, don't marry Lin to him. He's my husband. " Regardless of his image, Lin Zimeng burst into tears and begged his grandfather.

Lin Guodong looks at his daughter's heartbroken appearance. He is also very distressed. He wants to persuade his father to give up the wedding. At least his daughter can keep face.

Changing brides on the way is a great shame on his daughter.

But!

Lin Kunnan was cold with an old face and said: "Guodong, take Zimeng down!"

"Dad..."

"Take it down!" Lin Kunnan's eyes were severe, staring at his son.

Lin Guodong was stiff, so he had to go to pull Lin Zimeng, who was already as pale as ashes: "Zimeng, go down first."

"No I don't want to I want to marry Feng Yu. Today is my wedding, not Lin's Lin Zimeng refused to go on.

At the moment, on the four sides of the wall, crystal like color, brilliant, men and women in the bed action, also more people blush and heartbeat, although can not see the important parts of the two people, but those unbearable pictures, or very hot eyes.

Men's blood is boiling, women's eyes are fixed.

As we all know, Feng Yu's body is as strong as the devil's, and he is strong without a trace of fat. He is the prince of all women's dreams.

At the moment, looking at his aggressive strength in bed makes the women present more excited.

When everyone is watching a good play, Miss Lin has only one idea, to die!