Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

His sight shifted from Ye Kong to Wen Can, then quickly swept across the broken porcelain and dirt on the ground, then climbed up to Le Yue's tightly pursed lips and tense face, and finally swept across the group of spectators behind who dared not even breathe.

Qu Wu scanned the surroundings with his eyes, his brain working rapidly, and he soon pieced together the answer.

Under the mask, she sneered and walked towards Ye Kong naturally again: "Did you just wake up? Your face is so red? It's time to take medicine."

After a pause, she turned to look at Wen Can as if she had just seen him, raised her eyebrows and said, "Hey, when did Master Wen come? What happened? Did you know that Ye Kong was sick so you smashed the vase to entertain her?"

Someone behind him took a breath, as if he didn't expect Qu Wu to be sarcastic to Wen Can before he knew anything.

Without waiting for Wen Can to respond, Le Yue took another step forward and said to Qu Wu, "Boss Qu, this is my fault. I saw Ye Kong sleeping too deeply and was afraid that she might faint from the fever, so I wanted to test her temperature with the back of my hand. I don't know when Mr. Wen arrived, but he took one look and smashed the vase, but we really didn't do anything."

Qu Wu frowned.

Ye Kong almost couldn't hold it in and twitched his lips.

Le Yue turned to look at Wen Can, her brows slightly furrowed and her eyelids drooped. She was very sincere and gentle, which made people feel good about her: "Mr. Wen, if you are really dissatisfied, you can come to me. I will never come to this coffee shop again, but Boss Ye is sick and has been feeling uncomfortable all day. If you really love her, don't smash things in front of her..."

The sentence was not finished.

Wen Can slowly raised the metal cane in his hand and swept away another coffee cup on the table next to him at an extremely slow speed.

Snapped--

The crisp and loud shattering sound interrupted Le Yue's unfinished words.

He looked at Wen Can in surprise.

Wen Can also raised his head and glanced at him - his gaze was still slow, floating across his face like dark smoke, ignoring him, but with a choking spiciness.

"Coming for you?"

Wen Can's tone was calm, but like the soundless yet mighty water under the ice, blowing through the air with ice chips, "Sir, if I come at you, do you have anything I can smash?"

The man raised his head slightly.

Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, his aura was not inferior to others at all. Instead, he was like a tyrant leaning on the throne, looking at Le Yue from top to bottom. The nonchalant look that revealed great malice could almost crush a person.

"Is it your body that can withstand my attack? Or is it your career that can withstand my attack? Or... your family?"

Le Yue's expression changed slightly.

"Don't mind your own business."

This is what Ye Kong said to Le Yue, although he didn't even look at him.

But Le Yue immediately lowered her eyes and stepped back.

A terrifying smile appeared on Wen Can's face, without any hint of smile.

"What? Is Miss Ye going to say something to you too?"

"This is a matter between the two of us, and has nothing to do with anyone else."

"So how does Miss Ye plan to resolve 'the matter between the two of us'?"

"How do you want to solve this?" The girl frowned slightly. "Do you want me to never talk to Le Yue again? Or do you want me to not even look at him? Or do this to all men except you?"

"..." The smile on Wen Can's face suddenly disappeared, and after a moment he asked softly, "Am I an unreasonable idiot in your eyes?"

"..." The girl didn't say anything, but her calm eyes clearly said, "Isn't it?"

Wen Can looked at her for a long time and suddenly laughed.

Most people present had known Wen Can for many years. They looked at the man who used to be so aloof, gentle and distant, as if he would never lose his composure, but now he was laughing louder and louder like a madman, and his laughter became more and more exaggerated. The sound was pleasant to hear, but it was mad and cruel, bordering on insanity.

No one dared to speak.

Even Qu Wu was stunned.

Until Wen Can had laughed enough, he waved his hand lightly, took a deep breath, and said lightly: "Smash this place."

Secretary Fei, who had been following him like a transparent man, turned around silently and cast a look at the bodyguards guarding the door, and they immediately pushed the door open and went in.

Qu Wu's expression changed: "You dare?!"

Tu Wan and others finally couldn't stand by and watch any longer, and stepped forward to dissuade them.

"Master Wen, this is not necessary, right?"

"If you have anything to say, please tell me."

"Hey hey hey stop it!"

……

"Let him smash it."

The girl's cold, slightly heavy voice pierced through the noisy and chaotic air like a frost-covered blade, freezing all the voices of dissuasion.

They all turned their heads to look. Ye Kong looked at Wen Can expressionlessly, and slowly repeated from his lips: "Let him smash it."

So less than a month after the restoration, "A Newspaper Office" was smashed and vandalized again.

The lethality of professional private bodyguards is like a typhoon, much greater than those fans who were fighting and making noise last time.

The huge noise even attracted the attention of some passing students.

Some people started holding up their phones to take pictures outside, until even the huge glass window was smashed with a bang and a crack appeared. The onlookers then screamed and ran away, never daring to come closer again.

Qu Wu's face looked extremely ugly.

Zhou Song and the others were all stunned.

Wen Can, who was sitting steadily in a wheelchair in the center of the ruins with a slight smile on his face, was completely beyond their cognition and imagination.

It was not until this moment that they finally realized that the blow brought to Wen Can by the disability caused by the car accident was truly devastating.

The aloof Master Wen who was always gentle and never lost his composure, and Mr. Wen who became the helmsman of such a large group at a young age - really no longer exists.

Amid the chaos of the passing typhoon and the loud noise that made everyone change color, only Ye Kong remained indifferent.

Because of the low fever, she was still a little dizzy, but she pushed away Qu Wu's hand that came forward to support her, staggered slightly and held the armrest of Wen Can's wheelchair.

There was nothing left to smash, and the loud noises all around finally stopped.

Ye Kong bent down and approached Wen Can's face again, staring into his dark eyes, and asked word by word: "Now that you've smashed it, do you feel good? Are you still making trouble?"

"..."

Zhou Song once again showed an expression of pity and held his face with his hands.

And Wen Can really let out a short laugh that seemed like he was about to go crazy: "What if I say I'm unhappy and still want to make a scene?"

"But I don't have any more things for you to smash." Ye Kong said softly, "What else do you want to do?"

They were very close, and the girl's breath, which was hotter than usual due to her fever, gently fell on the man's face.

His eyelashes fluttered, and all his anger seemed to freeze into ice.

After a moment, he said, "Let's break up."

After a few seconds of silence so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, everyone heard Ye Kong's answer.

"what ever."

Light and nonchalant.

Wen Can looked up at her and said, "The engagement is cancelled, and there is no need to hold the engagement ceremony."

Ye Kong still said: "It's up to you."

Wen Can finally smiled and said one word: "Okay."

Her hand slid down from the armrest, and her naturally hanging fingertips brushed across the man's subconsciously open palm, and then separated as she stood up - this brief contact of one or two seconds was blocked by the armrest of the wheelchair, no one saw it, and they themselves seemed to be unaware of it.

After Ye Kong stood up, the two of them turned around.

A man with an expressionless face more terrifying than a dark cloud covering a city was pushed out of the door by Secretary Fei.

He walked calmly and indifferently past the mess on the ground and went up to the second floor as if nothing had happened.

They parted so peacefully, yet with a kind of cold determination that indicated they would never look back.

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