Feng's old house

Ye Xiao was very surprised that Wei Shaoyong could come to the door in person. She sent an invitation to be true, but she guessed that Wei Shaoyong would come to show up on the wedding day at most, and she never thought that it would be two days earlier.

As her immediate leader, Ye Xiao didn't dare to neglect, but for some reason, she couldn't go out to see him temporarily. Feng mother was a thoughtful person, so she asked Feng father to come forward to receive him.

At this moment, Feng Fu and Wei Shaoyong were drinking tea alone in the front hall.

"We have a lot of rules in South Asia. Before the bride gets married, she is not allowed to see any male guests except her family. Mr. Wei hopes to forgive her."

"Senior, you are too polite, the junior does not dare to be."

Feng Fu glanced at the little girl beside Wei Shaoyong: "This is..."

"Forgot to introduce, this is my wife, Zhang Cuifen."

Hearing this, Father Feng couldn't help but glance at Cha Cha, thinking that it's no wonder he looks so honest.

After some greetings, Wei Shaoyong said to Feng Fu, "The younger generation has an unkind request."

Seeing this, Feng Fu hurriedly said that if there is anything that needs to be mentioned, just mention it.

Wei Shaoyong glanced at Cha Cha who was beside him: "My wife admires Ye Xiao very much, but unfortunately she is still in school and has never been able to meet..."

Wei Shaoyong was able to come over in advance, purely for the sake of the family's little Jiaojiao.

Just because Cha Cha told the sister in the same bedroom that she could get Ye Xiao's signature, the whole bedroom was excited and urged Cha Cha every day. And what about Chacha? Turning his head, he began to urge Wei Shaoyong.

Wei Shaoyong couldn't help being urged, so he simply brought someone over and told her to ask Ye Xiao to go.

"What's the matter." Feng Fu waved his hand and motioned for the servant to bring Cha Cha to Ye Xiao.

The servant said: "Miss, this way please!"

...

The Feng family is really big, and Cha Cha followed behind the servants and walked for more than ten minutes before reaching the end.

"How long?" she asked.

The servant hurriedly said: "Cross a bridge, cross the promenade, turn left into the garden, cross another bridge, and you will be on the opposite side."

Cha Cha: "..."

Xu Shi was too bored, Chacha looked around while walking, and suddenly, a figure grabbed her eyes, and four words appeared in her mind - the enemy's road is narrow.

Zhao Rongrong hurried all the way and didn't notice Chacha at all.

"Why is she here..." Cha Cha pointed to the back not far away.

The servant said, "Miss, do you also know Miss Zhao Er?"

Cha Cha rolled her eyes and said quickly, "Of course I know you. You wait for me here, and I'll go say hello to her."

The servant did not doubt, nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhao Rongrong was on a rampage all the way, and the servants who met her along the way stopped to say hello to her, she didn't even look, she just passed by.

Everyone had a clear understanding of Miss Zhao Er's temperament, and no one was surprised.

boom--

The moment the door was opened, the embroidered lady who was working on the wedding dress was startled and almost stabbed her finger.

"Miss Zhao Er? Why are you here?"

Zhao Rongrong stared at the hand-embroidered wedding dress in front of her, and suddenly walked aside. At first Xiu Niang didn't know what Zhao Rongrong was going to do, until she saw that Zhao Rongrong had a pair of scissors in her hand, and Xiu Niang realized the seriousness of the matter. .

In South Asia, the destruction of the wedding dress is the most unlucky thing, ranging from delaying the marriage date to breaking the marriage contract.

"Second miss, don't be impulsive, this is what the bride will wear when she gets married." Xiu Niang hurriedly stepped forward to stop it. This dress has been on show since last month. More than a dozen Xiu Niang took turns to show it off. , Now it's the final stage, so she's the only one left here.

"Go away—"

Xiu Niang was very old and was easily pushed aside by Zhao Rongrong. Holding the scissors, Zhao Rongrong walked to Xifu and was about to stab her head when a pain suddenly hit her head. The next second, a stone rolled down at her feet.

Zhao Rongrong turned her head and looked out the door, where there happened to be a person standing there.

Xiu Niang knew that she was no match for Miss Zhao Er, so she stumbled out and called for someone.

Seeing this, Zhao Rongrong couldn't care less about being smashed with Cha Cha, she now wants to destroy this wedding dress. Because she firmly believes that as long as this dress is destroyed, everything will turn around.

Seeing that the other party was still obsessed, Cha Cha picked up another stone and smashed it. This time, it was heavier than before. Zhao Rongrong stumbled from the smash. Cha Cha took the opportunity to quickly step forward and reached out to grab the scissors in her hand.

...

When Feng Jue and Zhao Pengfei arrived at the old house, the Feng family was in a mess.

It was learned from the servant that Zhao Rongrong actually stabbed a guest with scissors.

Feng Jue asked what the guests were and what their names were.

The servant said it was Wei Shaoyong.

Feng Jue and Zhao Pengfei rushed to the place of the incident.

...

In the room, Zhao Rongrong held the scissors and shrank aside, while Cha Cha was leaning against Wei Shaoyong's arms while clutching her bleeding neck. At this moment, the entire neckline was stained with blood, and the people watching were shocked.

"...she bumped into it by herself, don't do my business..."

No one listened to her pale rebuttal, and now everyone's focus is on this innocent and injured guest.

Feng Fu called the private doctor to bring the guy over quickly.

"Mr. Wei, the doctor will be here soon. You can rest assured that our Feng family will give you an explanation." When Feng's father said this, he looked coldly at Zhao Rongrong who was standing in the corner.

Zhao Rongrong was still afraid of Feng Fu, and half of her body felt cold at this sight.

But she also felt that it was not her fault at all. Whoever asked that dead girl to come up to grab her scissors, she deserved to be stabbed.

During this period, Wei Shaoyong didn't attack anyone except his face a little worse. He didn't even say a word of condemnation.

When Feng Jue and Zhao Pengfei came in, the crowd had already evacuated, Zhao Rongrong was frightened, and when she saw Zhao Pengfei, she immediately jumped up and cried, "Brother, they wronged me."

Zhao Pengfei said with a cold face, "Shut up."

Feng Jue said: "You take her back first, I'll let you know if anything happens."

Zhao Pengfei nodded, clasped Zhao Rongrong's wrist and pulled it out: "When you go back, tell the old lady yourself."

Zhao Rongrong sniffed, and she felt aggrieved: "It was obviously she who bumped into her, but it wasn't me who took the initiative to stab her."

Zhao Pengfei didn't even bother to talk to her anymore.

...

The doctor bandaged the tea, and Wei Shaoyong watched with trepidation.

"She's bleeding so much, is she really okay?"

"Mr. Wei, please rest assured that the vital part was not injured. Most of the bleeding was only caused by the deep wound."

"Don't need stitches?"

"The stitches will leave scars. We have a herb here that can heal the wound after half a month. When the blood scab falls off, there will be no trace left."