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Chapter 900 It's not your turn to teach her a lesson

Feng Qing looked at the man in front of him whom he had loved for so many years, and suddenly felt extremely strange.

Maybe it was different a long time ago, but she was just too stupid to admit it.

"I'm not crazy, I'm blind. That's why I fell in love with you, a scumbag, and it's not your turn to teach her a lesson."

On the side, Jian Chu raised his eyebrows and looked at the little girl beside him.

Yo, this is speaking for her.

Song Muyang's face became increasingly embarrassed. He never expected that things would develop like this.

He would even let himself be so humiliated by being beaten by two women one after another.

Still in front of so many people, it was really embarrassing like never before.

"Miss Feng, how can you say that about Mu Yang? It's my fault. It's not Mu Yang's fault. If you want to blame it, just blame me."

Han Qianqian hugged Song Muyang's arm and was about to cry. She apologized very humbly and showed the vulnerable party's posture perfectly.

Feng Qing had long been tired of watching it.

"Is it your fault to speak here? You've been a top 18 player for three years since your debut. You've already put all your acting skills to use. I heard that Song Muyang invested in a big drama for you? You'd better use your poor acting skills sparingly.

, don’t let him lose everything when the time comes. After all, not everyone appreciates your milk tea-flavored acting skills like Song Muyang does.”

Feng Qing has never been a soft persimmon. On the contrary, as a young lady of the Feng family, she has been pampered since she was a child and has a bigger temper than anyone else.

The good temper he gained over the years was probably used on Song Muyang.

Because she couldn't let go, Han Qianqian was given the opportunity to use Song Muyang to hurt herself again and again.

Han Qianqian was stunned by Feng Qing's scolding. Although she hoped that Feng Qing would lose her image in front of Song Muyang, she couldn't help but feel angry and embarrassed when she heard the scolding and the scrutiny of the people around her.

Han Qianqian's face turned red, she gritted her teeth, then lowered her head and choked with grievance.

"Miss Feng, you, how can you say that to me? I know I have many shortcomings, but I am already working hard."

Seeing Han Qianqian being bullied, Song Muyang felt even more angry. He couldn't tell why, but Feng Qing looked at him with disgust, which still made him feel uncomfortable.

"Feng Qing, Sissi's role is based on her own efforts. If you don't know how much effort others put in behind the scenes, don't judge at will."

"So you know?"

Before Feng Qing could speak, Jian Chu quickly took over the conversation and asked.

Song Muyang looked at Jian Chu with disgust, feeling that she was the one who led Feng Qing into trouble.

"nature."

Seeing the man's determined look, Jian Chu curled his lips and laughed.

"How about we make a bet?"

Song Muyang frowned, a little displeased by Jian Chu's inexplicable words: "What do you mean?"

"Miss, you said Feng Qing just hit you, right?"

Han Qianqian didn't expect that Jian Chu would suddenly bring the topic to her. She was stunned for a moment, and then leaned against Song Muyang weakly, her voice was very low.

"No, Miss Feng didn't hit me. I was careless. I don't blame her."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Song Muyang looked at Han Qianqian's timid appearance, feeling heartbroken and pulled her behind him.

"She said she was careless. What do you think?"

Jian Chu's tone was light and a bit careless.
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