Your Excellency, I love you!

The wedding process of the Miao nationality is very complicated. Before the bride and groom come out, there are many etiquettes that need to be completed by the families of both parties.

The guests also enjoy food and drinks in the reception area until the wait begins.

Mo Shiche has actually been uncomfortable since he entered the arena. He felt a little dizzy after drinking a few cups of Miao wine. He stood there frowning, his eyes shaking slightly.

This feeling is not unfamiliar to him.

Ever since he was able to see some past memory fragments, he often experienced this kind of trance feeling, headache, dizziness and even confusion.

Music and laughter filled his ears, as if stimulating his eager nerves.

A familiar picture appeared in my mind.

He saw himself standing on the deck of a cruise ship, and a man standing in front of him suddenly drew out a gun and pointed it at him.

bang.

The bullet hit his chest, and a large amount of blood overflowed.

And the man's face gradually became clear...

Yan Chu.

It's Yan Chu.

He tried hard to see more clearly, but in the next second, Yan Chu pulled the trigger again, and the bullet pierced his heart again——

Mo Shiche's eyes trembled, and he took a few steps back abruptly, bumping into a few people, but he didn't feel it, and his eyes were lowered, deeply sunken in memory.

Sheng Miao was startled, and hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Shi Che?"

Mo Shiche woke up suddenly, but his eyes were still cold, as if out of control, he suddenly lifted up and swept around, then shook off Sheng Miao's hand and strode to the other side.

Yan Chu and Luo Qiangwei were standing by the flower stand chatting, suddenly a tall figure flashed in front of them, and then Yan Chu was lifted directly onto the flower stand.

Mo Shiche grabbed Yan Chu's collar with both hands, approached him with a handsome face, stared at him coldly with narrowed pupils, and said word by word, "You... gave me two shots."

There was a momentary shock in Yan Chu's eyes, but he hid it well, he frowned and pushed him, "Release..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Shiche punched him hard.

Yan Chu fell to the ground after being beaten, and Mo Shiche immediately bent over to pick him up, and his fists landed on his face and body harder and faster.

Everyone on the side watched this scene dumbfounded.

Luo Qiangwei was stunned for a few seconds, then threw the cup and rushed over, pulling Yan Chu who was bleeding from the corner of her mouth behind her.

Mo Shiche's fist stopped abruptly in front of her.

His black eyes were like splashed ink, and he looked at her coldly, "Luo Qiangwei, get out of the way."

"Mo Shiche, what are you crazy about?" Luo Qiangwei clenched her hands and sneered, "Isn't it fun enough for you and Sheng Miao to stay and fly together? The Sheng family belongs to you too, and your daughter belongs to you too. Yours, what else do you want? Why are you beating Ah Chu?!"

Just because those people made a few small jokes just now, saying that she and Yan Chu might be married someday?

Which man has she been with all these years, has she ever been with any man other than waiting for him? !

Mo Shiche's eyes and pupils were constricted, he stared at her firmly, and his thin lips spat out cold and angry words, "Back then in Seattle, on the cruise ship, he was the one who shot me."

Luo Qiangwei was startled, but within a few seconds, she sneered even worse, "Who taught you to say that? Sheng Miao? Is she afraid that the Yan family will rob her of Miao Jiang's position, so she wants to use you to deal with Ah?" Is it clear?"

Yan Chu's eyes darkened, he propped up his body and grabbed Luo Qiangwei's hand, "Weiwei, since he said it was me, then let him hit me, I won't fight back, don't block it, be careful of getting hurt."