Seeing the message "Passed" displayed on the phone screen, Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't help cursing in his heart: You are really an infatuated bitch. You use someone else's birthday as a password, but they don't take you seriously. They said just look for Zhan Fengling.
Looking for Zhan Feng Chime. Idiot, idiot!
After cursing in her heart, she immediately clicked on WeChat, found the chat history between herself and Feng Xue, and quickly clicked to delete it.
It was at this time that Feng Jian came up.
The man moved very lightly, just because he didn't want her to hear.
"What are you doing?" Feng Jian suddenly asked.
Lu Xiaoxiao was shocked. The mobile phone in his hand fell directly to the ground. He stood up suddenly and said with a slightly pale face: "I...I am mourning Feng Xue."
"You have to look at her phone to mourn her? Lu Xiaoxiao, your condolences are really a bit different?" Feng Jian clasped Lu Xiaoxiao's wrist, his eyes were cold, and his face was as black as a pot.
Bottom is average.
Lu Xiaoxiao twitched his hands and tried his best to stay calm and said: "I... just want to see some of the videos she took. You also know... my... my mood."
"I don't know how you feel. Whether your feelings for Feng Xue are true or false, you know better than anyone, don't you?" Feng Jian said and pushed Lu Xiaoxiao away, then bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground.
At this moment, the phone is still on the WeChat interface, and other people's chat records are there.
Feng Jian couldn't see Lu Xiaoxiao's chat history, so he looked for it in his friend list.
There is no Lu Xiaoxiao.
He clicked on the text message and there were some text messages from Lu Xiaoxiao.
Feng Jian sneered heavily, looked back at Lu Xiaoxiao, and said coldly: "This is what you want, right?"
Lu Xiaoxiao stared at the text message, his face turned slightly pale, he pursed his lips lightly, shook his head and said: "No... it's not... you... you believe me, it's really... it's really not..."
"What's not the case? I didn't tell you how you were. Are you feeling guilty because you're so nervous all of a sudden?" Feng Jian asked.
Lu Xiaoxiao choked and didn't know what to say.
Yes, she seems to have a problem here.
Why should she act guilty?
"Lu Xiaoxiao, you think the Feng family is particularly easy to bully, right?" Feng Jian pinched Lu Xiaoxiao's neck.
Lu Xiaoxiao struggled a little, and gently patted Feng Jian's wrist, "Mr. Feng, you...don't do this, I...I didn't."
"What don't you have?" Feng Jian's hand tightened slightly and began to exert force, but he had no intention of killing Lu Xiaoxiao immediately, as if he was still preparing to give her a chance.
Lu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, exhaled it, and said tremblingly: "I...I have never hurt Feng Xue. Please believe me in this."
"You didn't kill her, but your hands turned into knives, forcing her to die step by step. Lu Xiaoxiao, I am Feng Xue's father, and I will not allow Feng Xue to die so pitifully." Feng Jian.
His eyes were blood red, like a wind-wrathed beast.
Lu Xiaoxiao felt the murderous intention and swallowed his saliva, "I...I...please, every injustice has its debtor. If you really want to kill someone, you will let Xiao Zichen die. It's Xiao Zichen who doesn't love Fengxue."
, which led to the tragedy of Fengxue, has nothing to do with me."
"Humph! Doesn't it have anything to do with you? You are Xiao Zichen's." Feng Jian whispered.
Hearing the latter sentence, an idea flashed through Lu Xiaoxiao's mind. He immediately grabbed Feng Jian's wrist and said with some excitement: "I...I'm pregnant."