The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

She pulled the quilt aside to cover Lu Yicheng's body, put herself in his arms, leaned against his chest, and closed her eyes.

Now both of her legs were shot by Situ Yan. Although it didn't hurt the root, it also hindered her ability to move. She didn't know if Situ Yan did it on purpose.

The best way to make people lose their mobility is to make her unable to walk. If this is the case, Qiao Anhao has to sigh that Situ Yan's scheming is so deep.

Seems to be moody, but he is steady at every step, how terrifying should such a man be.

He even mastered his own anger, and all his actions were carefully considered. As an enemy, Qiao Anhao felt a little palpitating.

But now that Lu Yisheng was by his side, Qiao Anhao felt a little relieved.

Under the night, the entire base was shrouded in darkness and mist, and the simple buildings and decorations made Wen Liang wander freely in the pavilion.

Unlike what she saw on the helicopter before, this place seemed to be isolated, surrounded and protected by the base below.

Here, the trees and vines are entangled, a hundred flowers are blooming, and the goldfish in the small lake walk together. .

She quickly walked around the whole place, and found that all the signals here had been blocked, and she couldn't communicate with the outside world even with a mobile phone.

As for leaving, except for the helicopter, the only thing left is to leave from the base that requires identity verification.

In other words, here is a prison with pleasant scenery and full of simplicity.

Picking up a lantern at random, Wen Liang didn't intend to inquire about this place any more, but went back to find Qiao An again, only to find that the two had already embraced each other and slept.

She stood looking at this scene for a while, then went down to the attic again.

At this time, Situ Yan was already waiting for her downstairs, and Yan'er was standing beside him, and behind him was a neat row of servants, their heads were lowered, and no one was holding a wooden Small box, the box is opened.

Inside was a red wedding dress and a long-sleeved shirt, followed by a golden hair crown, veil, and jewelry. The whole set was put in the box, as if it had been given as a marriage gift.

Wen Liang glanced at those things, and said with a sneer, "What are you doing? What age is it, and you still make such trouble."

Wen Liang felt that this man Situ Yan was simply sick. From the beginning to now, this man had never asked her opinion on anything he did, even when it came to getting married now, he still hadn't asked her opinion.

But yes, as the one being coerced, Situ Yan only needs to follow his own ideas.

As for her thoughts, they can be completely ignored.

"I like this." Situ Yan's fan gently lifted the corner of the big-sleeved shirt, and the obvious red gauze fell faintly on the white folding fan, "I believe you will like it too."

"Sorry, I don't like it."

"but I like it."

Wen Liang snorted, and said indifferently, "None of my business."

Wen Liang hated this man from the bottom of his heart, so she always had this expression on whatever Situ Yan said.

If you can make Situ Yan unhappy, she will be very happy.