Seeing me come in, Luis gently patted Yolanda's back and pushed her into my arms. He smiled slightly, looking proud.
"Brian, don't get us wrong. Yolanda is a little drunk. Please don't blame her."
As I looked at Yolanda's makeup which was smudged by her tears and the kiss just now and Luis' smug face, I couldn't suppress the anger in my heart any longer, so I raised my leg and kicked Luis hard in the stomach.
Everyone tried to stop me, and Yolanda also pushed me away. She fell beside Luis and screamed at me, "Brian, don't hit Luis again, or I won't hold our wedding!"
I didn't expect that at this time, Yolanda only cared about Luis.
Staring coldly at Luis, who was lying on the sofa and holding his stomach in pain, I said word by word, "I will deal with you later!"
Yolanda's best friend Lily stood in front of me and shouted, "Brian, you are a terrible man. Stop making trouble on such a good day. Do you think you can do whatever you want because you are rich? How can I trust Yolanda to an emotionally unstable man like you?"
I was shocked by her words and didn't bother to argue with such a stupid woman, so I ignored her.