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At this time, Ye Chen was exactly the same as the Ye Chen that Anya had seen at Mr. Yang's banquet. He was gloomy and cold, with an aura of violence flowing all over his body. He was extremely aggressive. He could no longer find anything in those deep eyes. There is not a trace of tenderness and sweetness, but only a desolate coldness.

The stars in the sky dimmed instantly!

The wind blew Cheng Anya's long hair, messy and flying. A few strands of hair brushed her cheeks, blurring her eyes. The white moonlight poured down, like a dream among the kapok trees and white magnolias. She thought that the moonlight tonight was the best part of her life. The most beautiful moonlight I have ever seen.

But in the blink of an eye, she felt cold all over!

How could she forget that although the moonlight was beautiful, it was always cold, just like her heart at the moment, soaking in the moonlight, was getting colder and colder.

Ye Chen, you have pushed me out of my heart, right?

Just because of that sentence, the future that you and I weaved together was killed.

Time seemed to have stopped, no one spoke, and the eyes exchanged between Ye Sanshao and Cheng Anya could no longer find a trace of warmth. Yang Zekun stood aside and smiled coldly. The man with the beautiful tree in the wind transformed into Shura.

"Didn't you say that you don't know Lin Xiaoyue?" After a long time, Mr. Ye asked coldly, his tense tone filled with anger. Mr. Ye's fists were clenched, and his knuckles were white, delicate and evil. His facial features were hazy.

Cheng Anya's throat hurt and she couldn't say a word. She vaguely knew that she had lost something, and this loss was something she couldn't bear. The helplessness, despair, and pain gripped her heart like a demon. .

The five fingers were pinched so hard that blood dripped and the intestines were broken!

She truly realized what it means to be extremely happy and sad. This night was romantic and beautiful. She treasured it in her heart. God, you are so cruel. If you wanted to put a knife between us a long time ago, why did you do it so quickly? Happiness, such a knife comes when you are most passionate.

"Speak!" Ye Sanshao was furious, and the anger he had been wandering on the edge of the cliff collapsed. He pinched Cheng Anya's shoulders tightly with his fingers, the force almost crushing her delicate bones, and whispered hoarsely in her ears. Roar, "Speak, say you are not Lin Xiaoyue's granddaughter, say you have nothing to do with her, tell me..."

The night wind blows and the moonlight is cold.

The long hair blurs the eyes, twists and turns, and grabs the heart!

In her eyes, his face instantly became ferocious, and the hatred soared, hitting her heart firmly.

Cheng Anya's throat felt like sand had been rubbed against it, the pain was unbearable, and her brain was still buzzing. She couldn't figure out what to do for a moment, and her smart brain was even more confused in the severe pain!

Yang Zekun split Ye Sanshao's hand to save her shoulder. She really had the illusion that if he didn't let go, she would be crushed by him. She didn't know whether it was physical pain or heartache. Cheng Anyahong eyes.

But the tears just rolled in circles, and I stubbornly hid them back.

Yang Zekun protected her by his side and stared at Mr. Ye coldly, "What do you hate now? Didn't you also send people to investigate at the beginning? Because you were afraid that it would be what you thought, so you stopped, indulged yourself, and made your own mistakes. !”

"Get the fuck out of here, it's not your turn to talk about her and me!" Third Young Master Ye was furious, his eyes were as cruel as wild beasts, he grabbed Cheng Anya, but Yang Zekun refused to let go, Third Young Master Ye felt a wave of pain in his heart Filled with hatred, he punched Yang Zekun, hitting his chin in the middle. Yang Zekun was unprepared for the moment and was hit, so he let go involuntarily.

Cheng Anya was pulled so hard by Young Master Ye that her arms became numb. Before she could recover, there was a whistling sound in her ears. Yang Zekun's fist passed by her ear and hit Young Master Ye's face as well. He staggered a few steps, his lips twitching Blood, but clinging to Cheng Anya.

Yang Zekun's second punch came again.

"Fuck!" Ye Sanshao swore in rage, pushed Cheng Anya aside, raised his fists, and fought with Yang Zekun. Although Yang Zekun was also a practitioner, he had long hated Ye San to the point of itching his teeth and struck very hard. Fierce, but his fighting level is obviously not on the same level as Ye San's.

In a close hand-to-hand fight, Mr. Ye's fists were fast and fierce, causing Yang Zekun's face to turn purple and his mouth to vomit blood. He was filled with lust, anger, and hatred all night long, and was just looking for a place to vent, when Yang Zekun took the initiative to send him to his door. He simply Be beaten as a sandbag.

At first, Yang Zekun was able to land one or two punches on Ye Sanshao, but later it became clear that he couldn't withstand it anymore and was beaten violently by Ye Sanshao!

The wind howled, and Cheng Anya looked at this scene in shock. Seeing Yang Zekun vomiting several mouthfuls of blood, Cheng Anya could no longer stand, and rushed over to stop Ye Chen, "Stop it, Ye Chen, I won't kill anyone again." !”

Third Young Master Ye threw Cheng Anya away and punched Yang Zekun hard on the lower abdomen. Damn it, you didn't even have the fighting skills to hit him. You didn't dare to hit him in the face even if you didn't want to hit him. He didn't know whether to live or die. Seeing him The beating was about to happen again, Cheng Anya couldn't bear it anymore, this was going to really kill someone, and Third Young Master Ye would be ruined. Even if he beat someone like this, the senior could examine him and sue him.

She rushed to Yang Zekun to block her, and Ye Chen's fist came towards her, fast and fierce. Cheng Anya was so scared that she opened her eyes wide, and the terrifying fist stopped at the bridge of her nose...

"Get out of the way!" Young Master Ye shouted angrily, "Or I'll beat you up too!"

"Try it!" Cheng Anya yelled not to be outdone, "Damn, you didn't do it lightly or hard, you were the one who suffered the loss by crippling the senior. Do you think he is that idiot Ye Yutang?"

Third Young Master Ye took a hard breath and retracted his fist, his face dark and unclear. Yang Zekun was beaten so badly that his off-white casual clothes were covered with blood and his face was bruised. The man who was always as gentle as jade was in a miserable state.

Third Young Master Ye didn't fare much better. He was punched a few times and had some marks on his face, but he didn't suffer any other injuries.

"Get lost!" Young Master Ye lowered his eyebrows, but Cheng Anya's heart sank into a bottomless abyss. Was he telling the senior to get lost, or was he telling her to get lost? Or should they both go away together?

"Ye Chen, I really don't know who Lin Xiaoyue is. I didn't mean to lie to you!" Cheng Anya whispered, which was an explanation. She only knew her mother and father since she was a child, and knew nothing about the rest of her relatives.

Mr. Ye didn't say anything and turned his head. It was obvious that he felt uncomfortable even if he looked at her again!

"Anya, come back with me, grandpa wants to see you!" Yang Zekun said, covering the wound and helping Cheng Anya to leave. Mr. Ye had no intention of holding back, and his perfect profile was as hard as a sculpture.

The moonlight cast a layer of coldness on his face!

Cheng Anya's heart ached, Sanshao Ye, why? At least give me a reason!

Ye San remained silent, standing coldly in the night, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Yang Zekun took Cheng Anya away. Every step she took felt like she was stepping on a sharp knife. The pain was unbearable. She wished that Mr. Ye could keep her, but he didn't say a word!

The stubborn Cheng Anya bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

She didn't look back until Yang Zekun was beside her. Young Master Ye had already entered the villa. The dark night was like a devil opening its mouth of terror, swallowing up their hope and love. The white magnolia flowers fell, and the sky was filled with sadness.

The document that pronounced the death of their love fluttered in the wind, filling the sky with sadness.

"I'm not leaving!" Cheng Anya said abruptly, taking a step back and looking straight at Yang Zekun, "Senior, go to the hospital and have a look!"

"Anya, grandpa wants to see you. You are... my cousin, his granddaughter!" Yang Zekun's whole body ached. He didn't expect that Young Master Ye's skills were so terrifying. He was at the level of a killer. But his heart was even more... It hurts, being stabbed hard by this sentence from my cousin and granddaughter.

They are blood relatives!

Cheng Anya's face was expressionless, "I am his granddaughter, why can't I be with Ye Chen?"

"The Ye and Yang families are old enemies, you can't be together!" Yang Zekun frowned, feeling extremely unbearable.

"so what?"

What does the hatred between the Ye Yang family have to do with her?

"Anya, don't be stubborn, let's go home first, okay?" Yang Zekun softened his voice and wanted to caress her head as before. Cheng Anya calmly took a step back. Yang Zekun's hand stopped in mid-air, and the wind Blowing by, one hand is lonely.

"My home is here!" Cheng Anya looked at their home and smiled, "If you don't tell me, I'll ask him myself!"

If she wants to die, she must die clearly!

Cheng Anya walked back to the villa step by step. Yang Zekun wanted to call her to stop her, but there was no sound. It was left to Third Young Master Ye to tell her, Anya, if you demand to understand everything, you will be severely injured.

But he still didn't say anything!

Cheng Anya walked over, picked up the documents scattered on the ground, sorted them, and looked at them carefully.

Her grandmother's name was An Yulan, her real name was Lin Xiaoyue, and her grandfather's name was Chen De. They lived in a very secluded mountain col and had a daughter, Chen Nianyun. Later, a fire broke out in a house in a village, and the whole family was burned to death. The next daughter, Gu Meiling, was adopted by Chen De and Lin Xiaoyue.

When Chen Nianyun was sixteen years old, Lin Xiaoyue died of illness and Chen De disappeared without a trace. Chen Nianyun took the young Gu Meiling out of the mountain col and went out to make a living. Later, she married Cheng Guang and gave birth to Cheng Anya.

Cheng Anya knew the rest!

It is a very simple story with no twists and turns, because the place where her grandparents lived is almost isolated from the world, and the information is not complete, but it clearly states that the two couples were very loving, and the grandfather always cared for her until she died of illness.

The love between the two was very touching in the eyes of the older generation in the village!

The senior is really powerful, Cheng Anya smiled bitterly, don't let him reveal these things that even she herself doesn't know!

Is her mother Mr. Yang’s daughter? From Ye Chen's narration, she vaguely guessed that she left with her child, fell into the river and survived, got married, and gave birth to her mother, but...

Why didn't she come back, didn't she send her mother back, and completely lose contact with Mr. Yang?

Nian Yun, Nian Yun... Haha, she should have thought of it a long time ago. There is a word "Yun" in Mr. Yang's name. Nian Yun, miss Yang Yun...

Cheng Anya smiled coldly. The grievances and resentments of the previous generation continued to this generation. She wanted to laugh, and laughed heartily, but only a broken sound came out of her throat...

Weeping and complaining...

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I insist, I am my mother......