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    "Don't pretend to be confused. Meifeng has a place in your heart, far higher than that woman. Even though you don't admit it, I can see it clearly." Feng Chunling said.

    "Hey, this time the so-called love rivals around you are gone, so we can get married." Wang Baoyu said with a smile without explaining.

    ¡°There¡¯s another one with four eyes.¡± Feng Chunling pointed at Dai Meng.

    "Actually, the last thing you need to worry about is her. We are just buddies, pure buddies." Wang Baoyu said.

    "Well, your love life is really chaotic. Well, it's finally sunny. I will definitely be able to have a good sleep today." Feng Chunling said meaningfully.

    "Hehe, I will sleep with you in my arms every day from now on."

    Afterwards, all the entrepreneur friends came and came to say hello to Wang Baoyu and Feng Chunling. In the lively scene, no one noticed a detail. A tall man dressed as a Xinjiang native with an unshaven beard was pushing a trolley with something on it.  Holding a piece of rice cake, he stopped on the opposite side of the road and saw no one selling it.

    Ten o'clock arrived, and a stretched Lincoln drove slowly over. Bai Yingjie, wearing a white suit, quickly ran out of the hotel and greeted him in a few steps.

    The car door opened, and Qian Meifeng, dressed in a white wedding dress, got out of the car. Her hair was tied up high in a bun with flowers, and her pretty face was carefully made up. She looked extraordinarily beautiful, and could even be described as stunning.

    Wow, what a beautiful bride, the groom is also very handsome, the crowd burst into exclamations.

    "Look at you, your eyes are straight." Feng Chunling pushed Wang Baoyu in shame, and Wang Baoyu then smiled and came over.

    The next step is to walk on the red carpet. As long as he walks through these dozens of meters of red carpet, Qian Meifeng will truly belong to Bai Yingjie. Wang Baoyu sighed secretly. Although he had been mentally prepared, when this moment really came, he still  I feel uncomfortable.

    "Baoyu, you are very energetic and handsome today." Qian Meifeng smiled at Wang Baoyu.

    "Meifeng, you are also very beautiful today." Wang Baoyu said, but looking at it from a close distance, the face under the thick makeup still looked a bit gloomy, and I couldn't tell what was wrong.

    "Husband, am I more energetic and handsome?" Bai Yingjie was slightly unhappy, but interrupted with a smile.

    "It's okay." Qian Meifeng responded casually, holding Bai Yingjie's arm and standing on the red carpet.

    After a burst of firecrackers, the wedding march played. Bai Yingjie, who finally embraced the beauty, walked to the front desk with Meifeng in a somewhat excited rhythm.

    Just as Wang Baoyu, the best man, was walking on the red carpet, suddenly, the Xinjiang man selling rice cakes quietly approached.

    This outfit was very disharmonious in the crowd. The waiter also noticed the clues and stepped forward to ask who he was looking for. The Xinjiang man ignored him and rushed forward after squeezing through the crowd.

    The waiter grabbed him unceremoniously and said, "Sir, this is a wedding banquet for distinguished guests. You can't have a king's meal."

    The Xinjiang man growled, "Go away, you snobbish dog". He pushed the waiter away, jumped up suddenly, took out a long sharp knife from his arms, and rushed towards Wang Baoyu.

    "Wang Baoyu, I will kill you today." The man roared.

    Things happened so suddenly that almost everyone present was stunned. Wang Baoyu turned around and immediately recognized who the man was. It was Kan Zhenliang.

    There were many people at the wedding, and Wang Baoyu had almost nowhere to hide. Seeing that the sharp knife was about to stab Wang Baoyu in the back, Qian Meifeng pulled Bai Yingjie away and stepped aside without hesitation.

    With a muffled sound, the sharp knife pierced Qian Meifeng's back in full view of everyone. Immediately, blood spurted out from Qian Meifeng's back, splattering all over the white wedding dress.

    "You bitch, get out of the way." The crazy Kan Zhenliang pulled out the knife and hit Qian Meifeng on the head. Qian Meifeng stubbornly turned around and grabbed Kan Zhenliang with both hands.  He pulled down his trousers and said weakly but firmly: "No one can hurt my Baoyu."

    As she spoke, Qian Meifeng's heart palpitated and she spat out a mouthful of blood from the side of her face. A beam of wedding light shone on her delicate face, pure and desolate. Kan Zhenliang just glanced at this pretty face and was stunned.  , the knife in his hand fell to the ground, "You, who are you."

    "Baoyu, run quickly, Baoyu" After saying that, Qian Meifeng could no longer hold on and fell into a pool of blood.

    At this time, people screamed in fright, and the timid ones fled in all directions, while the bold ones stepped forward and tried to subdue the man. What everyone did not expect was that Kan Zhenliang looked up to the sky and shouted with great regret: "Ah  , How could I attack you?"

    "Ambulance, help"??Car.  "Kan Zhenliang probed Qian Meifeng's weak breath with trembling hands and screamed hysterically.

    At this moment, Ruth, who was standing in front of the door, had already rushed over, kicked Kan Zhenliang to the ground, and punched him angrily. Kan Zhenliang did not resist at all, as if he was a dead person, and still said: "Look for him."  What have I done to keep you here for so long?¡±

    Just now, Kan Zhenliang finally found the girl in Li Keren's painting. The girl in the dream, Qian Meifeng, looked very similar to Kan Zhenliang's wife. He was deceived by Wang Baoyu and went to Xinjiang, struggling to find the girl in the painting.  Of course there would be no results, and he suffered a serious crime.

    Kan Zhenliang concluded that Wang Baoyu had fooled him, and he was extremely embarrassed, so he returned and wanted to kill Wang Baoyu.

    It¡¯s just that Kan Zhenliang didn¡¯t expect that the woman he had been looking for for so long would fall under his sharp knife.

    Kan Zhenliang, who was beaten almost to death, was dragged aside. Only then did Wang Baoyu react. Then he stupidly came to Qian Meifeng and shouted in a low voice: "Meifeng, get up, get up."

    Qian Meifeng's eyes were closed tightly and she lost consciousness. The blood on her back was still flowing. Everyone gathered around. Wang Baoyu covered the wound on Qian Meifeng's back with her hands and was at a loss for a moment.  , at this moment, his mind went blank and he had no idea what to do next.

    ¡°Send to the hospital quickly.¡± Feng Chunling rushed over and shouted anxiously.

    Bai Yingjie was also frightened. He only reacted when he heard Feng Chunling's shout. He bent down to hug Meifeng, but Wang Baoyu violently knocked him away: "Go away, no one is allowed to touch Meifeng."

    Wang Baoyu, who was in a daze, picked up Meifeng with all his strength and ran towards the car without saying a word.

    The stretch Lincoln that originally carried the happy bride turned into an ambulance when it returned. The driver stepped on the accelerator, ran through the red light, and headed towards the First People's Hospital of the city.

    "Meifeng, wake up quickly. If you don't play like this, I will be really angry if you keep doing this. Meifeng, wake up quickly." In the car, Wang Baoyu kept mumbling in confusion, holding his hands  She was shaking violently, her heartbeat was beating violently, but her soul had lost its way along with Qian Meifeng.
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