Mailinlin was proud and hummed a song to return to the villa, glanced at the servant who came to open the door, and asked, "Where is Ayu?"

"Sir, I just went out."

Mailinlin looked slightly dissatisfied when she heard this. She waved her hand in annoyance and walked upstairs in her high heels.

When she passed by the study, she remembered that Feng Yu was holding the urn last night, as if he was as if he was treasured, and the flames of jealousy surged again.

She opened the study door and saw the urn placed high above. The body shone brightly in the sunlight, which made her feel very dazzling.

She walked over and hurriedly walked over to hug the urn, cursing with a ferocious look on her face: "An Lan, you bitch, you will never be willing to live in peace when you die! What's the matter with you that can make Feng Yu miss you?"

"But, do you think I can't deal with you if I die? You're dead, An Zhongjie is still alive! I can't deal with you, and I can't deal with An Zhongjie?"

She said, smiling ferociously, and said viciously: "Do you know how I torture An Zhongjie? I asked someone to break his hand and found a few men to take turns to serve him! Unfortunately, you can't hear his screams, it's really exciting to think of it."

"But after all, you are all harming this! If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have to suffer such treatment! An Lan, look at the evil you have committed. When you are alive, you will hurt your family, and when you die, you will harm others!"

She kept talking, but she couldn't appreciate An Lan's angry and sad appearance, nor could she hear her cursing and crying. This was a drawback for her.

Especially when Feng Yu ignored her last night and never even comforted her, the jealousy in his heart was about to burn her to ashes, and the initiator of all this was An Lan.

She gritted her teeth and held the urn and said jealously: "You have turned into ashes, and you still want to stay by Feng Yu's side and get stuck in my eyes? Let me tell you, in a dream, I will make you unable to even keep your ashes!"

Mailinlin said, throwing the urn to the ground—

With a crisp sound, the grayish-white powder scattered on the ground!

A gust of wind passed outside the window, rolling up scattered powder and hovering in the air. Mailinlin took a step back in disgust, fearing that the unlucky thing would dirty her, but her eyebrows were full of pride.

"An Lan, you don't want to fight with me in this life!"

Before her smug laughter could be heard, she was frightened by a roar of rage!

She trembled all over, turned her head and looked at the person who came with a pale face. When she met his angry and murderous eyes, she was so scared that she trembled all over and couldn't even speak.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Yu's blood-red eyes flashed with anger, and his eyes flashed over her horrified face, and the dazzling grayish white landed on the ground.

Snow-white porcelain pieces mixed in it, and his chest seemed to be blown open in an instant.

"An Lan!" He screamed in surprise and angrily.

"A Yu, listen to me..." Mailinlin came to her senses and wanted to explain to him in a trembling voice.

But the next second, she widened her eyes in horror, feeling her legs off the ground, and the severe pain from her neck made her feel like she was about to be twisted.

No, this is not an illusion!

She saw a strong murderous aura from Feng Yu's violent and furious eyes. His eyes were as if they were about to cut her into pieces. She was extremely scared.
Chapter completed!