Your Miss Su is blackened

Shi Zheng no longer had the slightest trust in Fu Moxing.

Even during this time, he was kind to Yanyan and patient with her.

But she still can't forget all the past, those shadows have taken root in her heart and implanted in the bone marrow.

Ever since the car accident five years ago, Fu Moxing has been a devil to her!
Evil forever!
She approached him for Yan Yan.

Her leaving him was a firm and firm plan from the beginning.

At this moment, Shi Zheng looked at the man in front of him, and felt that he didn't want to be in a stalemate with him for a second.

She looked at her son who was bidding farewell to An Tong downstairs, and said indifferently to the man beside her: "I have no reason to give you, but Mr. Fu, don't forget, you agreed last night to let me and Yan Yan go away , do you want to go back on your word now?"

"Don't you have no nostalgia for this place?"

"No, whether it's your house or your people, the only thing I want is to escape as soon as possible."

He sneered, with a bit of mockery in his words: "Azheng, you are really cruel when you are unfeeling."

She twitched the corners of her mouth, and her voice was extremely cold: "Mr. Fu is serious. No one's blood is naturally cold. The way I am now is also tempered by a bitch."

Fu Moxing looked at her from top to bottom, his deep eyes were dark and complicated, and the coolness in his eyes seemed to freeze.

He still couldn't figure out why there was such a hard heart under such a beautiful and soft face. !
There are only many questions that I have no courage to speak out, wandering wantonly in my heart.

——How did she escape from a car accident five years ago?
——Is Yanyan their child?

——Is it because he hates him because he forced her to donate blood to Ling'er?
——Or, she still misunderstood what happened between him and Su Ling'er? !

Sensing his scrutiny, Shizheng raised her foot and was about to go downstairs.

Then--

The wrist was held by the man.

When she was about to break free, he said in a deep voice, "Azheng, I won't ask anymore, I'll see you off."

These words represent his retreat.

The woman said lightly, "I have Mr. Fu."

When Shizheng was about to lift her foot, Fu Mo walked in front of her and blocked her way.

The man raised his hands and pressed them on both sides of the woman's shoulders, looked at him tenderly, and asked in a low voice, "When do you plan to leave Haicheng?"

"Is it necessary for me to explain to you?"

"I will send you off as a friend, can I?"

Shi Zheng simply refused: "No need."

He was rejected both times, and his face was a little gloomy.

The man rolled his Adam's apple, hesitating in his eyes.

Knowing that she won't answer!

Knowing that she doesn't even want to say a word to herself now!
But he still had hope in his heart, and he still couldn't help asking the question that he was worried about: "Azheng, will you be with Xue Ning?"

When asking this sentence, he made a low profile.

Shi Zheng met his gaze, stared at his cautious appearance, and smiled with a smile: "Mr. Fu, isn't this something your ex-boyfriend should take care of?"

"Aren't you willing to answer me on this question?"

"Yes."

How decisive her attitude was, how deeply the needle pierced his heart.

Fu Moxing scoffed lightly, and his self-deprecating expression was miserable and gloomy, a look of depression that never appeared on the face of Mr. Fu, who was strategizing.

Shi Zheng turned her face away, not looking at him.

she told herself—

He is not worthy to make her soft-hearted, and she will not be soft-hearted.