"You, you..." Feng Simei pointed at Feng Qingzhuang with trembling hands, her face twisted and turned blue with anger, and she was speechless.
"What are you? Today I want to see who dares to punish the person next to me, Cui'er, in front of my face. Get up." Feng Qingzhuang's sharp cold eyes swept away. Although her tone was as light as water, it revealed indescribable shock.
This incident made everyone in the Wutong Courtyard horrified once again, and the two women who were holding Cui'er had already let go of their hands, their muddy old eyes full of fear.
Cui'er reluctantly got up, came to Feng Qingzhuang, and shouted aggrievedly
"Miss……"
The tears that had been refusing to fall surged out like a bursting dam, venting out the grievances and sufferings I had just suffered.
"Okay, don't cry." Feng Qingzhuang rarely spoke softly, and then said: "Cui'er, go and close the courtyard door for me."
Although Cui'er didn't know what Feng Qingzhuang was going to do, she still followed her advice and walked to the door and bolted the door of Wutong Courtyard.
"Zhuang'er, are you planning to close the door and beat the dog to teach these evil women a lesson?" Wu Jingyu stood next to Feng Qingzhuang in a flash, his eyes filled with warmth, and he whispered into her ear.
Feng Qingzhuang smiled lightly and said nothing, and her cold black eyes shot out with a fierce cold light. Today, she should really settle the old accounts with them and seek compensation for the woman who had no love in her life and finally died.
humiliation and suffering
Seeing that Feng Qingzhuang ignored him, Wu Jingyu suddenly felt depressed. He was handsome, handsome, talented, and one of the best among people, so why didn't Feng Qingzhuang want to see him?
However, when he thought about being able to enjoy a good show of beating dogs behind closed doors, his narrow eyes were full of interest, and he walked towards the hut where Feng Qingzhuang lived, intending to move a chair and sit down to watch the show slowly.
When Wu Jingyu walked to the door, he was completely stunned. This was the place where the daughter-in-law of the Chancellor's Mansion lived. It had tattered and old furniture, not even a decent chair, and even the hut where he lived was not as good as what he had imagined in his heart.
Qingzhuang's pity becomes even more
Then, Wu Jingyu's figure flashed, and he floated out of the Wutong Courtyard like a ghost. After a moment, Wu Jingyu's strange figure floated into the Wutong Courtyard again, with two more chairs in his hand, one of which was a century-old chair.
Mahogany chairs, one is a sandalwood chair. The chair in my hand is placed under a half-bald sycamore tree. The warm sunlight casts mottled shadows through the sycamore branches.
"The century-old mahogany chair in Old Man Feng's study is really heavy." Wu Jingyu leaned lazily on the century-old mahogany chair and suddenly said something that was almost shocking.
Discourse
Hearing this, everyone in the courtyard twitched their eyes, even Feng Qingzhuang, whose mouth twitched.
Damn! This guy is so arrogant. He actually went to the prime minister’s study room to move a chair to sit on.
"Zhuang'er, this chair is moved for you. I'm tired after standing for so long. Sit down and rest for a while." Wu Jingyu turned a blind eye to the different expressions of everyone, and his gentle eyes focused on Feng Qingzhuang, arrogantly
treat other people as nothing
Indeed, Feng Qingzhuang had been standing since she came out of the Qing Palace and then to the Wutong Courtyard. She was not polite at the moment and sat directly on another sandalwood chair. The two of them sat together, one was outstanding from Qinghua University, with boundless evil charm; the other was beautiful and beautiful.
, the most beautiful people in the world, just like a pair of beautiful people, the man is talented and the woman is beautiful, they are a perfect match