C308 Plastic Sister Flower

"What is it? "You didn't tell your sister that our relationship was …" The young woman pretended to be surprised as she covered her mouth, unable to conceal the pleased expression on her face.

Before that terrifying word could be uttered, Ann Qianxi snapped, "Shut up!" She was also surprised that the roar had come from her. "You should stop for a moment!"

Ann Qianxi knew that Ye Jingrui was angry because she had seen Ye Jingrui kiss this woman. She also knew that Ye Jingrui almost blurted out the words to curse her.

Ye Yuni's face was stiff. After trying to open her mouth a few times, she finally said in a hoarse and dry voice, "When did it happen? Qianxi, you know about this? "Jingrui, why didn't you tell me?"

Ye Jingrui laughed, "What did I tell you? Tell you what, I was screwing around with my dad's woman? Where is it? At your engagement party? In front of everyone? "

Ann Qianxi already did not know how to deal with the following scene. At this extremely awkward moment, Zhu Zhu walked over from another table, gathered her wineglasses, and forcefully adjusted the atmosphere towards Ye Yuni, "On this special day, don't mention unhappy things, let's all raise our glasses and celebrate the happy ending of my best friend for a hundred years. Everyone, do you know who I envy the most?"

Zhu Zhu shook the red wine in her glass and gracefully twisted it around, as if she were a Hollywood actress at an international awards ceremony. She faced the crowd for a second before saying, "I envy Ye Yuni the most because — she's the kind of woman who can pull you to the point of being rotten, muddy, dented, cheap, and cheap."

Then, she smashed the empty wine cup down onto Chiang Lee's head, "Oh, by the way, thank you. Chiang Lee, if you didn't sleep with Ye Yuni, I wouldn't have noticed how bright our Miss Ye is." Then he walked away.

Chiang Lee smiled strangely, pulled out a tissue and pointed it at his bleeding forehead, wiped it and turned around to leave.

The air had frozen at this time.

Ann Qianxi felt that someone had pressed the mute button in the air. Otherwise, how could she hear the thumping sound of their hearts? She did not dare to look up at Ye Yuni, nor Deng Yujin, who had been sitting beside her silently.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Deng Yujin stood up first. He used a napkin to wipe the red wine from Ye Yuni's hair and face with a deadpan expression. His voice was as dry as a sharp dagger.

"I really want to cut it off from here instead of using paper towels." Deng Yujin touched Ye Yuni's white swan neck and recited in a poetic tone, "The blood, at least will spray to the ceiling. How beautiful."

Ann Qianxi found Deng Yujin on the beach of the city. The setting sun reflected on his thin silhouette, Deng Yujin opened a delicate gift box and said to Ann Qianxi, "After I found out about her and Chiang Lee, I threw them away. Now I've bought another one, I think we can start over …" He choked and threw the ring away again, hard, toward the sea.

Ann Qianxi thought that Ye Yuni definitely didn't want to die right now, but rather to live a life worse than death.

It was unknown how and when the crowd had dispersed. The grand engagement banquet table was like a nightmare.

When he was young, he had read stories about Tang Xuanzang. No matter how scary his appearance was, he would be transformed by Sun Wukong's finger and brought back to reality.

Yet no one had shaken her out of her stupor in the drama of Ye Yuni's engagement. How wonderful it would be to be a nightmare.

Ye Yuni sat in the large living room. Her cell phone rang unexpectedly. She picked it up and said, "Hello, Mom …" The phone rang twice before it became a busy beep.

Unbeknownst to Ye Yuni, the phone had sunk into the sea a few hours ago, and the plane, like a weightless bird, plunged headfirst into the deep sea through a thick fog. Pale hands rapped at the surroundings, and the windows crashed into the rocks at the bottom of the sea.

It buried Ye Yuni's mother's neck, and the intense feeling of suffocation made her close her eyes.

Just when Ann Qianxi felt her limbs turn cold and her body turn extremely stiff, a warm and big hand suddenly grabbed her from behind.

It was Chi Shaojun.

Ann Qianxi no longer had the strength and thoughts to ask Chi Shaojun when he came to this banquet. Right now, she only had one thought in mind, which was to escape.

Ann Qianxi remained calm. Just like before, when she was the most helpless, the most sad, and the most in need of someone to accompany her and complain about her feelings, that hand of hers would always hold her hand tightly and use his warmth to disperse the cold on her hand.

Ann Qianxi had thought that this feeling would never appear again after she left, but now it had returned. It was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Ann Qianxi was held tightly by Chi Shaojun's warm hands along the way, leaving the scene of chaos and nausea.

In the evening, the sunset glow blossomed behind Ann Qianxi and Chi Shaojun.

On the other side of the country, there was a rare fog in the sky. The plane circled in the air for a while before it was forced to land, but because of the harsh weather, it fell headlong into the blue sea.

Ye Yuni's mother felt like a weightless feather that was falling along with the wind. The immense fear engulfed her, and she didn't feel any real fear at the last second when her breathing stopped.

The hospital's most famous young singer, Ou Ney, was lying on an ambulance stretcher. Beside him was the president of the city, Chu Han.

The surrounding nurses and doctors panicked when they saw the person on the stretcher, "Isn't, isn't that Ou Ney? I really like his song, please don't die."

The doctor diagnosed advanced gastric cancer.

Ou Ney was lying on the stretcher, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, Chu Han lowered his head, his voice was like turbid river water, "When did this happen?"

"It's been a long, long time." Ou Ney's mouth twitched twice, and his face turned pale again.

With Chu Han's status, they quickly sent Ou Ney to the city's central hospital that was famous for its expensive expenses and thoughtful hospitalization fees.

If it weren't for the expensive T-shirt that Chu Han was wearing, the surrounding nurses would have found it hard to believe that the person currently in front of them was Chu Han — it was just like watching Wei Wanrou, who had won the Poet's Awards with pretentious words, standing on the television and giving a speech in English.