Lure the villain! Crazy batch! Top stunner makes you crazy

After Qi Yan returned home from get off work, Qi Yan told him that the travel destination was in Montana.

He was stunned for a moment, a little surprised that this place was not a popular wedding spot on the Internet, but as long as she was happy, he had no objection.

In order to make it easier for relatives and friends to attend the wedding, they sent out invitations in advance so that everyone could apply for passports.

The next step is to buy items and clothes for the trip. This destination wedding will require you to stay abroad for at least a month. There are a lot of things you need to buy, especially...

"What about this dress? Or this one?"

On the sofa in her new home, Qi Yan rested on Qi Yan's lap, looking at the model pictures uploaded on the platform, and choosing clothes.

"Buy them all." Qi Yan held the phone in his right hand to reply to work emails, and put his left hand next to her cheek, caressing it intentionally or unintentionally.

After getting his answer, she placed the order without hesitation, "You pay anyway."

Qi Yan raised the corners of his mouth and said quietly and touchingly, "Okay."

After a while, Qi Yan thought deeply, "I think I need to buy some sunscreen or something, but it shouldn't be very hot, right?"

"The maximum is twenty-six degrees Celsius and the minimum is eleven."

She nodded: "That feels good, but I think it's better to buy a new bottle of sunscreen."

"Ah."

Qi Yan touched it and his fingers stayed on her lips.

Those bright red lips were moist and soft, looking seductive and delicious.

His fingers unconsciously reached in, and she only stretched out a knuckle and was bitten by her.

It was neither light nor heavy, and it didn't hurt at all. Instead, it was itchy. The itching spread all over his limbs and bones in an instant, and finally disturbed a clear water, and even his heart was disturbed.

At this moment, she raised her head, turned away his cell phone, asked him to look at her intently, and asked: "After the trip is over, when we return to China, will you be busy with work?"

"Yeah." Qi Yan's eyes darkened. He naturally knew what this trip meant.

"I decided to wait until I get married and find myself a class." She nodded solemnly: "This is not a part-time job, it is about realizing self-worth."

"it is good."

"What's wrong with you today?" She sat up and looked at him doubtfully: "You are jumping out of your mouth every word."

"It's nothing." Qi Yan was depressed in his heart, but didn't show it on his face, trying to control his emotions.

He sighed one last time, stretched out his arms to hug her, and the words he wanted to say rolled around his mouth. His throat was extremely dry, and he couldn't say anything.

"You always say that I am anxious before marriage. I feel that you are the anxious one." Qi Yan kissed his cheek, "We won't leave until a month later."

"I know." Qi Yan pressed his forehead against hers, trying his best to conceal his feelings of attachment, "Do you think people have a next life?"

Qi Yan lowered her eyes: "No, if you die, you are dead."

These words hit Qi Yan's heart like a heavy hammer, and his breath froze, "What if there is?"

If there is a next life, he is willing to love her wholeheartedly.

But these words sounded ridiculous to him.

But that day has not come yet, and taking care of the present is the most important thing.

In the next month, except for waiting for the trip to Montana, the two were inseparable and entangled day and night.

Qi Yan's work phone was about to explode, but he still chose to block it and put all work aside.

He seems calm and rational, but there is already madness in his bones.

Until the date came, the two boarded the plane and boarded the flight to the United States.

Golden autumn in October is the most beautiful season in Montana. The maple leaves on the street are golden and red, and they are spread together like the sunset in the sky.

After struggling for more than ten hours, Qi Yan's steps were frivolous when she landed, but when she saw the grand scene on the street, her whole mood improved a lot.

Qi Yan booked an expensive hotel, which looked more like an ancient castle, with the atmosphere of time everywhere, solemn and luxurious.

The maid led them to the room and gave them a bottle of red wine as a gift for strangers.

Such treatment was both appropriate and respectful, and Qi Yan happily expressed that she would do it again when she had time in the future.

Qi Yan remained silent, his eyes following the girl's back with a painful look on his face.

But he tried his best to smile, and went sightseeing with her. They went to Glacier Park, went rafting in Higla Hill, tasted Missoula's excellent cuisine, and even went fishing in West Yellowstone.

Her face was etched in his mind.

He wanted to give her suicide instructions countless times, but he never took action.

He put it off again and again, unable to bear it and reluctant to let it go.

Castle Hotel.

Qi Yan held her waist and lay on his side on the soft big bed, "Have you had fun these days?"

"Happy, I have never been so happy." This is Qi Yan's true words. Although traveling is tiring, the spiritual happiness is something you can never experience at home.

"That's good." Qi Yan looked at her gently, and the guilt in his heart was relieved a lot.

Qi Yan thought of Liang Mu Ding's place, and after calculating the time, it was time to take action.

"The wedding is the day after tomorrow. Let's go to the last stop tomorrow." Qi Yan took out her mobile phone and opened the map. "I'm very tired from running around these days. The last stop is a relatively quiet place. We can have a good time in the tent. Enjoy the autumn landscape here.”

The gun prepared by Liang Mu was hidden here in advance.

"Okay." Qi Yan placed a kiss on her forehead.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and his heart felt as if it was exploding.

Qi Yan's face instantly turned as pale as paper, his pupils were bloodshot, and he looked horrifying.

Qi Yan was also frightened by his appearance, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, it's okay." Qi Yan gritted his teeth and endured, with veins bulging on his forehead. He immediately stood up, lifted up the quilt and walked out.

Qi Yan wanted to follow, but he stopped her.

Qi Yan seemed to be a different person, his eyes were terrifyingly fierce and his voice was cold, "Don't follow me."

He closed the door of the bedroom, staggered to the hall of the suite, picked up the fruit knife, cut the pulp of his finger, gasped for breath, and touched the pulp of his finger on his eyebrows with trembling hands.

The clear and peaceful face of the past disappeared and turned into a ferocious gray. He turned around again to make sure that the bedroom door was properly closed, and said in pain: "Come out."