Everyone was taken aback by the flying vase, Jiang Yanwan screamed and left the table, Sefina got up instinctively to avoid it.

If he was hit by this vase, he might be left with a big wound if he didn't lose his appearance.

Jian Yao immediately hugged Huo Yuchen in her arms and turned around.

She couldn't dodge by herself, Huo Yuchen was still a child and couldn't react fast enough.

But if she did so, she would definitely be hit in the back by the vase.

Jian Yao closed her eyes and frowned tightly, her face was terribly pale.

The expected pain did not come.

The sound of the vase shattering rang in her ears, Jian Yao opened her eyes, and turned her head to look at Huo Jinming in a daze.

He blocked the vase.

The man stood in front of her and Huo Yuchen coldly and silently, like a towering mountain, blocking all risks.

Doesn't he care about her?

Jian Yao's eyes were blurred, and she looked at him in disbelief.

No, he won't treat her well. He can help her block the vase because of Huo Yuchen in her arms.

Jian Yao is sad here, but Jiang Li screams in resentment over there.

"Huo Jinming, why do you protect this bitch!"

Her nails dug into her thigh fiercely, looking crazy, "Look for yourself, who made me sit in a wheelchair for so many years is that bitch Jian Yao!"

Six years of prison life could not offset Jiang Li's hatred.

Jian Yao should stay in prison until she dies!

"Gracelet."

Huo Jinming spoke unhurriedly, with a calm voice, "You're going too far."

The man's words were like a cold knife, ruthlessly piercing into Jiang Li's heart. With her hair disheveled, she looked at him in disbelief.

"Jin Ming."

She shouted in a low voice, "Have you forgotten the hatred of those years?"

"It was that year."

Huo Jinming said coldly, "Jian Yao stayed inside for six years, enough."

Jiang Li shouldn't hold on to this matter.

Six years in prison is enough to offset any hatred.

Looking at his cold and indifferent face, Jiang Li grabbed his knee in pain.

Unconscious.

No matter how hard she tried, her legs didn't respond.

"Huo Jinming."

She said sadly, "If you were trapped in a wheelchair for many years and lost your legs, would you forgive her?"

Jiang Li's blood-red eyes fixed on Jian Yao, "I wish she would die!"

"enough."

Huo Jinming interrupted her, "I don't care what happened in the past, but now she is my woman."

He didn't allow Jiang Li to go crazy again.

The man's domineering words echoed in the field, Jiang Yanwan's eyes widened.

He said that Jian Yao was his woman.

She shouldn't have let Jian Yao come out alive!

Jian Yao, who was squatting on the ground with Huo Yuchen in her arms, suddenly opened her eyes wide, unable to believe what she heard.

Is what he said true?
Then why six years ago, he sent her to prison with his own hands without hesitation.

It wasn't her fault that he didn't believe her.

"You go."

Huo Jinming waved his hand, "Go and send Miss Jiang back."

The hotel manager nodded and bowed in agreement, brought the security guards there, and pushed her out regardless of Jiang Li's objections.

Looking at Jiang Li's resentful eyes before leaving, Jian Yao gently closed her eyes.

Forget it, she didn't want to be entangled either.

"Okay, let's eat, let the kitchen clean up another table of food."

Sefina stepped forward and whispered, "Yu Chen, are you alright?"

"I am fine."

Huo Yuchen said softly, leaning tightly into Jian Yao's arms, "You are so kind, Aunt Jian."

The son's soft little hands held Jian Yao tightly, and when the warmth came, Jian Yao's nose suddenly felt sour.

All she wanted to hear was him calling mom.

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