Fang Liucheng, since you couldn't love me from the beginning, why did the dream you gave me for so many years break in an instant?
He had noticed her. Against the light, his gaze was piercing, deep and unpredictable, and his warm heart felt astringent. He didn't even say hello, ignored her presence, and wanted to go upstairs, but his arm was tightly held by Fang Liucheng.
Hold tightly.
"warmth!"
"Let go!" Nuan Nuan trembled and waved away his hand. She still couldn't face Fang Liucheng as usual, "Young Master Fang, such a shabby little place cannot accommodate a giant Buddha like you."
"How do you think about my suggestion?"
Wen Nuan sneered, "Being your... mistress?"
"Do you have a better choice?"
"Fang Liucheng, you are so ridiculous. When I loved you, you didn't want me to. Now that my dad is in jail and we, mother and daughter, are living on the streets, you act like a benefactor. It's really disgusting. Could it be that Fang
Does the eldest young master really fall in love with me?"
"Falling in love with you?" Fang Liucheng raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, his cold face even more ruthless, "You are not qualified yet."
Although she knew his thoughts and treated her coldly, Wen Nuan was still hurt by these words, but her smile appeared on her face. She had been left with nothing by Fang Liucheng, and she couldn't even lose her self-esteem.
"Young Master Fang, you really have unique taste. You actually want to fall in love with a woman who is not qualified to climb up to you, and a bitch is not qualified enough to climb up to you. Why can't you fall in love with a bitch?" Wen Nuan sneered at the corners of his lips. She didn't want to say another word to him and turned around.
Then leave.
Fang Liucheng was sullen and had a warm temperament that was always soft and gentle, like a fresh lily. However, after her twentieth birthday, things changed overnight and her whole body seemed to be covered with thorns.
The warmth of the past would not say such irritating and vicious words.
"Nuan Nuan, you have no choice unless you want your dad to spend his whole life in prison."
Wen Nuan's breath tightened, and she became angry. She waved her hand and hit him in the face. Fang Liucheng held her hand tightly. Wen Wen couldn't break free. His eyes were filled with anger. Fang Liucheng's cold voice sounded, "Wen Wen, you should be more gentle and lovable."
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"Let go of my sister." Wen Jing rushed over, holding a long wooden stick, and swung it at Fang Liucheng. Wen Nuan was taken aback, and Fang Liucheng let her go, avoiding Wen Jing's wooden stick.
Wen Jing looked solemn, holding up the wooden stick, pulling Wen Wen back, protecting Wen Wen like a hen protecting its chicks, "Get out!"
This little girl is free and taciturn, but very tough.
