Addiction to flash marriage: Mr. Li, don’t be too flirtatious!

On the eleventh day after planning to kidnap and brutally 'kill' her, they actually came secretly to collect the certificate.

What a coincidence!

Wen Ning paused hard, the pain of suffocation overwhelmed her, the hatred that cut her to the bone, and the coldness in her eyes.

All the past is like a sharp sword sarcastic——

Ning Ning, I will definitely marry you, you will be Mrs. Xu soon.

Ning Ning, you are a genius. If you help Sirou draw another sketch, she will definitely win the jewelry competition!

We will get the certificate after the wedding. Don’t worry I won’t betray you.

After the wedding? He wants her to die!

The tight palm was released by the man beside her. He stood tall and asked her coldly, "Do I need to give you a few minutes?"

Wen Ning pursed her pale lips and shook her head.

A staff member took them in politely.

It only took two minutes to get the certificate. Wen Ning glanced at the cold man sitting on the chair busy working, and then looked at the marriage certificate. His name only had an L in that column.

Overbearing, indifferent, and perfunctory.

She had a lonely marriage? It seems that getting the certificate is just to restrain her and deal with the old lady.

He knew nothing about her or who he was married to?

At this moment, Wen Ning suddenly saw Xu Yi and Wen Sirou walking into another certificate processing room outside the door. Wen Sirou took her bag and went to the toilet.

A sneer curled up on her lips and she said to L, "I have to go do something."

Assistant Senyang looked at the cold and slender figure of the young mistress, lowered his head and asked the man, "Sir?"

The man's eyes did not leave his work, he only frowned and said, "Go and protect her."

In the bathroom, Wen Ning took out the lipstick from her bag, crushed it, mixed it with water, and smeared it all over the paper. She stuffed it into a cubicle and left with a cold smile.

Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau lobby, Wen Ning asked the driver to stop the car.

After waiting quietly for only a few seconds, a delicate figure rolled down the steps in panic. Regardless of her appearance, she screamed, "Brother-in-law!"

Xu Yi ran towards her.

Wen Sirou shook out a piece of paper covered in blood with pale face, "Look... the horoscope for Yin marriage has Wen Ning written in blood! It suddenly appeared in my bag. Is it Wen Ning? She came back to ask for it. Are you dead?"

Xu Yi was also frightened by the bloody paper and took two steps back. He frowned and helped Wen Sirou up, "Nonsense. She is dead! Stay calm and don't get photographed by the paparazzi."

"Brother-in-law, I'm so scared..." Wen Sirou's eyes were gloomy and her face was pale.

Looking at the couple hugging each other and looking around, Wen Ning sneered and took pictures with his cell phone.

The wound on her palm was painful, and her pupils turned red.

The words of my stepmother rang in my ears: "Why are you so cruel? Wen Ning is the bastard you raised to protect Sirou from disaster!"

Really, the truth is so heartbreaking that she will become Wen Sirou's disaster from now on!

Wen Ning glanced at the funeral news in the afternoon and sneered. The appetizers were served and the big drama would soon follow.

The blood feud, she wants to pay for it one by one, she wants to take back everything that belongs to her!

She retracted her painful spasmodic hand and said, "Mr. L, you can drive away."

Suddenly her pale little hand was held by a big one. The man beside her was distracted from her work and asked her hand, "Does it hurt?"

His too deep voice made Wen Ning shudder. Almost in an instant, the tears he had been holding back were about to break through the defense line.

"Don't cry! I'll rub it for you." He frowned and really rubbed it, very gently. There was no emotion on that side of his face, and his breath was warm and thick.

Wen Ning stared blankly at this noble man, and he said forcefully, "I don't care what you do, just make sure your belly is safe!"

"I promise you!" This was a deal, and Wen Ning didn't imagine that he would help her get revenge, not to mention that he suspected that her motives were not pure.

And she needed a place to settle down, and this marriage was a marriage of convenience for her.

"Send young lady off." He got out of the car. He was very busy and did not say his destination.

Wen Ning looked at his tall figure in a suit and said to the driver, "Please take me to Mingyang Funeral Home!"

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At this time, in the VIP lounge of the funeral parlor, Yun Ping tore up the bloody paper and sneered, "It's just a prank with lipstick, who are you scaring?"

Wen Sirou was still a little scared, "But no one else knows that we matched her for a secret marriage!"

Yunping said disdainfully, "Even if everyone in her company joins us, she will still have one or two maggot friends. It's just a small trick."

"Hmph, the funeral will start soon. Your father will announce in front of the media that all her inheritance rights belong to you. Wen Ning will no longer exist in this world!"

"She is absolutely dead and there is absolutely no way she will come back." Wen Hai was determined!

Wen Sirou regained her composure, with a proud look of victory on her face.

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, the funeral home was crowded.

The Wen family is a well-known wealthy family in Rongcheng. Everyone knows that there is a famous Miss Wen in Rongcheng. She is a businessman at the age of 18, a genius and stunningly beautiful.

She is dead. The embarrassing death was enough to cause a sensation in the funeral!

Wen Ning squinted and called a public phone on the roadside. Even though she had nothing now, she still remembered some familiar media.

She hid the plasma bought by the driver in her clothes, put on her sunglasses, took off the gauze from her palms, and walked into the door of the funeral home.

With a smile on her face, she is back!

The mournful music sounded, and Wen Ning glanced at the empty coffin in the middle.

"The once-famous first lady never expected to end up like this." Someone lamented,

"Didn't you watch the news? She was raped and killed by her lover! She looks innocent on the surface, but I've heard that she is a romantic woman. She relies on having sex to do business. She fell in love with Xu Yi and suppressed her step-sister!"

"No, I work at Ruitian Jewelry, and I saw the eldest lady sleeping with a male shareholder, and she also made things difficult for the second lady at every turn."

"Stop talking," Wen Sirou hid her tears aggrievedly, "I am very sad that my sister is dead. I can forgive her for all the things she did when she forced me to take the drawings as my own..."

"For being so domineering and insulting my sister, this married woman may as well die," a passerby said angrily.

Wen Ning leaned in the corner and clenched his fists with a sneer.

"Shut up, all of you!" An angry female voice rushed over, "Wen Sirou, you bite back. It's obvious that you stole Ning Ning's design draft, and you still spread rumors about her after she died. You are so heartbroken!"

Wen Ning froze, Zhu Yaoyao, her best friend also came to the funeral.

Wen Sirou's eyes flashed sinisterly and she winked at the employee.

The employee immediately dragged Zhu Yaoyao away, "You and Wen Ning are in the same boat, right? How dare you spread rumors about the second lady here? Drag her out."

Zhu Yaoyao was weak and was quickly knocked to the ground, but she only looked at the mourning platform and cried bitterly, "Ning Ning, I know that you died unjustly..."

The corners of Wen Ning's eyes were sore and he clenched his fists. She would come back, far away.

The memorial service began. Wen Ning, with disheveled hair, quickly got into the wreath when no one was paying attention.

Wen Hai stood on the main stage and burst into tears, "My beloved daughter is dead, but the living people will continue to live on. According to Xiao Ning's lifetime will, all of her company assets and inheritance were voluntarily handed over to her sister Sirou..."

The coffin suddenly moved!