The devil's deal, the president's substitute lover

011 The lively Rouge at the engagement scene was slapping him in the face, slapping him and Yan Ji in the face.But Yan Ji wasn't there when she married Yan Zhi three years ago, so naturally she didn't know the origin of the chain.

But at the moment he couldn't speak.After all, their family was sorry for Rouge first, and it would not do them any good to make a fuss.

People with guilt in their hearts usually hope that the matter will be muddled away quickly, and they nod with a smile on Su Yingjun's handsome face and rouge.

There was another person in the crowd who saw the colorful gold chain sharp-eyed, and that was Yan Ji's own mother.

She clearly remembered that Rouge wore this chain for a few days after she got married three years ago.

Rouge, I underestimated you, it turns out that you are also spicy.Are you here to disrupt the situation today?All these years, I have been on every possible defense against you, and I am really on the right side.

But she couldn't let Rouge make such insinuations.

He Cuirong squeezed over and picked up Yanzhi's shoulders, and said affectionately, "Oh, Yanzhi, you are here. Look at the windy wind today and don't wear a small fragrant wind. Come, mom will introduce you to the guests from my hometown."

Rouge was embraced by He Cuirong's seemingly affectionate shoulders, but actually used all her strength to lead the couple away to the banquet.

"Mom, with you here, I wouldn't be freezing. You're not worrying about it." Yan Zhi said with her arms in her arms.

What He Cuirong said made him panic.She couldn't help looking up at Rouge again.

It happened that the waiter was carrying a teapot of boiling water and asked which table the guests wanted to make tea and refill.

When he got to Yanzhi's side, his feet slipped, his body twisted, and he wrestled.The kettle in his hand also flew out.

"Emma!" Yan Zhi, the closest one, broke free from He Cuirong's embrace, hurried away in fright and pulled her stepmother, and poured the whole pot of boiling water on He Cuirong.

"Boil—oh——" In an instant, the band's music overwhelmed the hall, and there was a mournful pig-killing cry.

"Mom—" Yan Ji ran hoarsely from the master of ceremonies and squatted beside He Cuirong, seeing that He Cuirong's entire shoulders, chest, legs and feet, where the muscles were exposed, were red, swollen and blistered by the boiling water. Xia Tian's clothes were also thin, and the only pain was humming, Yan Ji's distressed tears poured out, and her gorgeous makeup was lost immediately.

"Mom, are you okay? Don't touch my sister. Hurry up and call an ambulance. Mom will suffer even more if it's late."

Yan Ji had been concentrating on He Cuirong's injury, but when he heard Yan Zhi's words, he stood up and slapped Yan Zhi's face, "Trassing people! It's all about you doing bad things, isn't it? You did it on purpose! It's really trampling on life." Trampling! If my mother gets a scar, I will ask you!"

He was about to slap his backhand again, but was stopped by Xiang Su: "Jiji, it's important to save people, don't worry about it here—" He winked his eyes at Yanji, implying that the public should not lose their composure.

Yan Ji also realizes that the image of a lady she has always upheld has slipped, and angrily uses her eyes to goug out Yan Zhi and turn around to comfort He Cuirong.

Yan Zhi was slapped by Yan Ji's slap and staggered a few steps, leaning on Xiang Su who was persuading Yan Ji.

She grasped Xiang Su's arm before she stood still, and immediately let go of Xiang Su as if it was burning hot. With tears in her eyes, she said, "Xiang Su, it's okay, my sister is just impatient—cough—cough cough cough cough—" The blood spit out unexpectedly, and the bright red smeared on the snow-white lace skirt, as if a layer of lace had been dyed suddenly.

"Rouge!" Xiang Su subconsciously called out, raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of Rouge's mouth.