My stall is a bit fierce

After He Xiaoyu said one last sentence, he turned around slowly, a trace of tears seemed to drift across his eyes the moment he turned his head, but Zhao Zifeng kept his head down and didn't see it.

At this moment, Zhao Zifeng's sweat was already running down his fingertips, and when he raised his head, his heart suddenly throbbed with pain.

His eyes slowly closed, his fists relaxed, and his originally irritable mood became very peaceful now.

Memories of the past are reflected in the mind, but the present is truly in front of my eyes.

"Hey! What are you still doing here? Get out of here!" Yang Guiyu sternly pointed at Zhao Zifeng and cursed.

She didn't want Zhao Zifeng to disturb He Xiaoyu's marriage this time, so she must drive him out of Hejia Village!
Zheng Lan rubbed her swollen cheek and glared fiercely at Zhao Zifeng, but she didn't fight back. Instead, she walked over to his ear and whispered softly, "Trash!"

Arrogant, proud!
At this moment, Zhao Zifeng could only silently watch the figure of He Xiaoyu walking away from him, feeling like a knife was piercing his heart.

Seeing him like this, Zheng Lan looked haughty. In front of him, she had enough confidence to be arrogant.

Zhao Zifeng was full of coldness in his heart, looking at Zheng Lan's contemptuous eyes, but he had nothing to do with him.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, Zhao Zifeng was kicked out of the He family compound, and inside the house, He Xiaoyu sniffed, silently wiped away the crystal tears, and then seemed to have made a great determination.

Everything that happened that night made He Xiaoyu unforgettable, and even became an eternal pain.

On Zhao Zifeng's side, he was walking on the streets of Hejia Village, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he raised his head and wondered what he was thinking.

He has been wandering around and has already smoked three packs of cigarettes.

Just at this moment, a cold voice came from behind.

"Zhao Zifeng, why haven't you left yet, brat?" Yang Guiyu frowned and walked over.

She was afraid that Zhao Zifeng would disturb her daughter's lifelong affairs, so Zhao Zifeng must not be within the scope of Hejia Village.

Zhao Zifeng didn't say a word, and continued to squat on the stone steps and smoke a cigarette with an indifferent expression.

Yang Guiyu stepped forward and said coldly: "I've said it before, I'm in charge of the He family! You'll never try to get my Xiaoyu's way, the day after tomorrow is her wedding day, you should give up on it!"

Zhao Zifeng still didn't say anything, looked up at the blue sky, and slowly exhaled smoke.

Looking at Zhao Zifeng's appearance, Yang Guiyu couldn't help but feel a little worried. She shook her head, and a few villagers came from behind.

These villagers all looked tall and big, with dark and strong bodies, and they approached Zhao Zifeng step by step.

"Zhao Zifeng, get out of this village!" Yang Guiyu shouted like an order.

Zhao Zifeng looked at these villagers, his eyebrows were drawn down tightly, and he couldn't bear Yang Guiyu's bossy orders, so he said to her with a cold face, "Yang Guiyu, how much power do I think the He family can have in Jinhai City?"

Yang Guiyu snorted coldly with disdain: "Although the He family can't cover the sky with one hand, it's more than enough to deal with a waste like you!"

"Okay, you said this sentence, don't regret it then!"

Zhao Zifeng's words just hit Yang Guiyu's uneasiness.

"Okay, after you've said that, I'll let you leave standing up?"

In a word, these strong villagers stepped forward and surrounded Zhao Zifeng, with fierce eyes and ready to fight.

Zhao Zifeng raised his eyes, with a cold look in his eyes: "Go away! I don't want to do anything!"

Yang Guiyu was stunned, angry in her heart, and shouted loudly: "Break his leg!"

But after these words fell, these villagers clenched their fists and rushed forward. In less than ten seconds, they fell to the ground in an instant and couldn't get up for a long time.

Zhao Zifeng's shot just now was too fast, they didn't see clearly at all, which made Yang Guiyu startled.

"Yang Guiyu, I've said it before, I don't want to do it! Do you want me to do it for you?" Zhao Zifeng's eyes were full of murderous intent, Yang Guiyu was so frightened that he stepped back and said angrily: "Zhao Zifeng! You... You dare to hurt our villagers, I will go back and tell my dad, you are dead!"

"Oh, you just need to go back and tell him, the wedding the day after tomorrow! I will be there!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Zifeng turned around and left. The moment he walked out of Hejia Village, the decadence on his body completely disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented fierceness!
This kind of fierce and overlord-like aura, his expression is extremely cold, and he can no longer see any expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

He took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Hey, Nan Yi, I need your help with something!"

Then, time passed, and two days passed in the blink of an eye.

It was the day when He Xiaoyu and Zheng Lan got married, and the whole area of ​​Hejia Village was filled with firecrackers and noise.

All the relatives from Hejia Village came to the scene in person, but what is strange is that Zheng Lan did not bring any relatives, and even the parents were not able to attend their son's wedding. normal.

No one doubted this. There is an auditorium in Hejia Village, where the wedding was held.

This auditorium is a landmark building in Hejia Village. It has the most gorgeous decoration and design. The high dome is hung with gorgeous crystal lights, and the silver-white velvet curtains hang down on both sides, showing elegance and magnificence.

Yang Guiyu and He Wen were flushed with red faces today, and they were overjoyed in their hearts. Thinking of marrying their daughter to Zheng Lan, they will have a steady stream of wealth in the future, and they will also have a lot of face in front of relatives, killing two birds with one stone!
Backstage, Zheng Lan was wearing a well-known brand suit, with a breezy face, and made a phone call.

"Miss Liu, the task you entrusted to me will be completed today, don't forget the reward for the shares of the Liu family!"

On the other end of the phone, Liu Xi narrowed his mouth with a smile: "I will never forget, I will immediately notify the family to give you the shares tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Lan walked around the auditorium with a high-spirited face and said hello to everyone.

At the scene, relatives in Hejia Village all sent blessings, and many people even praised the two, they are really talented and beautiful, and they are a perfect match!
He Xiaoyu is well-educated, virtuous and gentle, Zheng Lan is handsome, handsome and rich, and the two look like a husband and wife at first glance.

Yang Guiyu also gained face in front of relatives. When the bell rang in the auditorium, the villagers sat on the benches one after another. Accompanied by the piano music, He Xiaoyu walked out slowly wearing a wedding dress.

All eyes were cast on her, the black hair was covered with a veil, the cheeks were flushed, and there was a bitter smile on the soft corner of her mouth, which made her even more uniquely charming at this moment.

Zheng Lan was taken aback, he never thought that this He Xiaoyu was so perfect in her wedding dress, and she had a faintly charming allure, which immediately gave him a desire to possess.

He Xiaoyu walked slowly to Zheng Lan's side, her face expressionless, and she lowered her head slightly.