Zhan Fengling, who was treated like air, finally couldn't bear it anymore. She lowered her eyes, with tears in her eyes, and called out softly.
At this time, Xiao Zichen and Mingyuan really went to see Feng Xue. Xiao Zichen's attitude was extremely cold. He raised his eyes, glanced at Feng Xue lightly, and said coldly: "Come here, what's the matter?"
Four words, cold and hard without any extra warmth, as if he was treating his subordinates.
After hearing this, Feng Xue felt aggrieved and shed tears. She took a step forward and stood side by side with Zhan Feng Ling. She said with tears in her eyes: "After your birthday, you didn't contact me again. Xiao Zichen, do you not like me anymore?"
"When did I ever like you?" Xiao Zichen's cold eyes were somewhat displeased.
Feng Xue's thoughts were more complicated than before. He really didn't like such a girl.
Even if there were no wind chimes from back then, the teachings he had listened to since childhood would not have made him tempted by such a girl.
Because Ye Feifei said that girls are also divided into many levels. Some people are born with white lotus flowers. If you see them, you should stay away. Otherwise, your IQ will be affected.
Xiao Zichen values IQ very much, and he will not allow himself to like a white lotus.
"I, I... I remember you said that before." Feng Xue looked at Zhan Fengling. It was obvious that she said these words intentionally for Zhan Fengling to hear.
But Zhan Fengling is not stupid at all, she doesn't believe in Feng Xue.
On the contrary, she also thinks Feng Xue is super funny now.
For the sake of love, she is really good at pretending. She does one thing in front of her and another behind her back, and she even sheds tears pretending to be weak.
Zhan Fengling thinks that acting every day like this is really not tiring?
If Xiao Zichen fell in love with this kind of woman, he would most likely be blind, or permanently blind, and completely incurable.
"I never said that!" Xiao Zichen replied coldly, with a bit of impatience on his face.
When Feng Xue heard this, tears burst out of her eyes and flowed down her face. Her cries were faintly sad, pear blossoms and rain, pitiful. If other straight men saw her face like this, they would have been killed long ago.
He cried so hard that his heart melted.
"If you want to cry, go out and cry!" Xiao Zichen shouted impatiently.
Feng Xue covered her mouth, turned around, and walked towards the door like a delicate little white flower. But before she got close to the door, she suddenly looked at Xiao Zichen seriously, as if she had thought of something, and said
: "Xiao Zichen, I know you don't like me, but... you don't like girls like Zhan Fengling, okay? She is really scheming. She just told me that your mother met her and agreed to your marriage.
.I don’t believe your mother would agree with her, and I don’t want you to be entangled with this kind of girl. I believe Feng Chime doesn’t want it either.”
After Feng Xue finished speaking, Zhan Feng Ling's expression suddenly changed, full of doubts, what kind of wind chime?
Seeing Zhan Fengling's confusion, Feng Xue wiped her tears, stared at her, and said in a sad voice: "You don't know about Fengling, right?"
Zhan Fengling was confused. Her name was Zhan Fengling. Shouldn't that wind chime have something to do with her?
Seeing that Zhan Fengling didn't answer, Feng Xue didn't care about Xiao Zichen's expression over there, and said directly: "The girl Xiao Zichen really likes is called Feng Ling, and she is my twin sister, but she died a long time ago. So your name is Zhan Fengling,
You look a bit similar to me, so you understand what you are to him without me having to tell you, right?"