"Throughout the ages, many men have relied on women to build large dynasties." Nangong Liyue added.
Zhan Fengling pursed his lips and snorted, "Those men are not Xiao Zichen."
Her Xiao Zichen does not need to rely on women, her Xiao Zichen can also create a world on his own.
"This is what you understand. You don't understand how difficult it is for a man to work hard in his career." Nangong Liyue once again despised Zhan Fengling, "So for people like you, besides taking advantage of Xiao Zichen, what else can you do?
"
"You are not qualified to comment on how I relate to him." Zhan Fengling became irritated.
She doesn't like Nangong Liyue's messiness.
"Hmph, do you want to leave? No way!" As she said that, the woman suddenly came over and grabbed her wrist, "I'll show you where Xiao Zichen will stand between you and me."
With that said, Nangong Liyue released the hand of the wind chime, turned around, picked up the ashtray over there, put it against his forehead, and gave it a sharp blow.
Zhan Fengling was stunned. Instead of trying to dissuade the woman, he felt like she was a psycho.
"You...what are you doing?" Zhan Fengling asked.
Nangong Liyue sneered. After seeing the blood on his forehead, he stepped forward and thrust the ashtray into Zhan Fengling's hand domineeringly.
Zhan Feng Ling later realized that this guy was trying to frame her.
She immediately threw away the ashtray, but saw that Nangong Liyue had opened the door and walked out.
Zhan Feng Chi looked at the ashtray on the ground and didn't dare to pick it up again.
She quickly followed.
But in terms of leg strength, she couldn't match Nangong Liyue, and in the end, Nangong Liyue got to Xiao Zichen first.
"What's wrong with the forehead?" Xiao Zichen stared at Nangong Liyue's forehead, looking at the blood mark, worry flashed on his face.
Nangong Liyue casually picked up the tissue on the table, covered her forehead with the tissue, smiled lightly, and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "It's okay."
Just in time Zhan Feng Chime came over.
She glanced at Nangong Liyue, immediately sat next to Xiao Zichen, held the man's hand, and said nervously: "Xiao Zichen, you... you must believe me now, don't listen to her. She framed me, she used the ashtray
Smash your own head, and then come to you to complain. I didn’t hurt her."
After Xiao Zichen heard this, his eyes darkened slightly, and he held Zhan Fengling's hand with his backhand, "She didn't say anything."
Zhan Fengling was stunned, then turned to look at Nangong Liyue, "She...she didn't say anything?"
Impossible.
"Xiao Zichen, I'm fine. My forehead was caused by my own carelessness. Don't make the wind chime uncomfortable, she is a pregnant woman." Nangong Liyue said something very gentle.
"Did you do it?" Xiao Zichen stared at Zhan Fengling, his expression clearly indicating that she was the first to complain before the bad guy.
Zhan Fengling blinked his eyes and suddenly became unhappy, "I didn't. I didn't do this to her at all. She was very strange. She hit my head with an ashtray without saying anything, and then put the ashtray into my hand. She was
Deliberately framed me."
"Feng Ling, I'm sorry, please stop talking. These things... are considered my doing." Nangong Liyue looked at Zhan Feng Ling with a little guilt.
This time Zhan Fengling refused. She frowned and said angrily: "What do you mean it's your fault? It's obviously you...how can you..."