Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

Ye Wenhan's eyes were about to pop out, she was almost scared after being hit, and hearing Xu Qingcheng's sharp words like a knife at the moment, she was so angry that her heart ached, but she didn't say a word.

Xu Qingcheng is a lunatic, he really wanted to hit her with a car just now!
Song Chang was still in shock. At that moment, she was really afraid that Qingcheng would directly overwhelm her if she died.

Seeing her getting out of the car now, Song Chang subconsciously wanted to rush over, but just as his hand fell on the doorknob, he was stopped by the man.

Through the car window, Fu Jingting looked outside, "She doesn't need your comfort at this time."

Song Chang withdrew his hand.

She watched Xu Qingcheng turn around and get into the car, and the red car backed away from Ye Wenhan's eyes and drove away arrogantly. Even though the front of the car was hit and deformed, it still left a resolute posture.

The man lowered his brows and eyes, and couldn't hear what she said from a distance, but that figure was stubborn and arrogant, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was coquettish and evil, which made people's hearts throb.

The black car quietly exited the scene in the dark.

Song Chang stared at Fu Jingting, "How do you know she doesn't need comfort?"

"intuition."

Song Chang couldn't find Qingcheng, so he called his younger brother for help in a hurry, but Song Xingzhi pushed it away with one sentence: I'm busy, you can find Fu Jingting.

She really didn't expect that she could command this man with just one phone call.

Song Chang got out of the car, and before closing the door, she leaned down, "Qingcheng only has one man in her heart, you had no chance."

She paused, and then said, "Walk more with your heart and less with your kidneys."

Fu Jingting raised his eyebrows, and Song Chang had already closed the car door.

Song Chang called Xu Qingcheng, but now he got through.

"Where did you go?" Song Chang asked her, "I'm afraid that something will happen to you, and the phone won't work, so I'm going to call the police."

"What can happen to me, I just want to be alone." Xu Qingcheng's voice was faint and distant, and there was a whistling wind in the receiver, "I still have a lot to do, nothing will happen, don't worry."

Song Chang hummed, "Do you need me to accompany you?"

"No, I want to be alone."

"Okay. Then call me if you have anything to do." Song Chang hung up the phone, and she took a deep breath.

The moment Xu Qingcheng's car stopped in front of Ye Wenhan, Song Chang knew that there was nothing to worry about.

She can stay calm when she is angry, but she does need outlets.

Fu Jingting was right, she didn't need comfort right now.

The fierce cold wind blew on his face, making him sober, so Xu Qingcheng wrapped his coat tighter.

With her arms pressed against the bridge railing, she looked up and saw that the moat outside Ancheng was very quiet in winter, and the branches and branches were bare. The place that was originally bleak was now being hit by the decorative lights of the Chinese New Year, and it was blooming in various forms.

Her fingers were still trembling a little, and her face became tense after the tears on her face dried up. From the moment she realized that what happened to Qingyao was not just an accident, the devil in her heart tore her in pain and sadness. What mistake did Qingyao make? , These things have to be borne by him.

The unwillingness and anger in Xu Qingcheng's heart made her wish she could really step on the gas pedal, and she also wanted the Ye family to experience the pain of being framed and tortured relatives.

But she is still rational after all, she will not let her emotions kidnap her, and she will not be so idiotic as to be punished because of them.

All she had to do was to get better and better, and to slap them in the face.

The man's face passed her eyes, and the smiling voice was still soft in her ears.

In the midst of the fireworks, he smiled happily.

Allure, marry me.

At that time, she thought that she would smile at him for the rest of her life.

Xu Qingcheng sniffed, and she took out a ring from her pocket and threw it viciously into the river.

In the wide river, you can't hear the slightest sound when you fall.

No matter how much you like it, it is all in the past.

Xu Qingcheng turned her head, she walked down the bridge, and was stunned when she saw the man leaning on the railing.

Fu Jingting bit a cigarette on his mouth, sparks lit up his brows and eyes, the black coat on his body fluttered in the wind, and the eyes that looked at her seemed to have the coolness of the cold wind.

He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and reached out to her, "Come here."

The voice has a hoarse feeling that has not been spoken for a long time.

Xu Qingcheng walked over, and before she could stand still, he dragged her into his arms. He turned and pressed her against the railing, standing in front of her, and wrapped her in his arms.

The wind on this man's body was cold, but as soon as he stood in front of her, it was like a barrier that blocked her tightly, and the cold wind couldn't penetrate it.

Xu Qingcheng didn't know why he appeared at this place at this time, nor did he know how long he stood there.

But the coolness on his body was consistent with hers.

She raised her eyes to look at him, with indistinguishable doubts in her eyes, a little hazy and a little hazy, full of the cuteness of being bullied.

Fu Jingting took a step forward and completely suppressed her. He pressed his face to her and asked, "I've been watching it for more than an hour. What's so interesting about this river?"

There was a faint smell of tobacco on his body, and he was blown by the wind with a cool smell, but his body was warm.

She raised her face to look at him, poked her hand through his open coat, and hugged him against his shirt, "It's nothing to look at."

"..."

Fu Jingting frowned invisibly, and her arms hugged his waist so naturally, as if she wanted to absorb some warmth.

The woman's eyes were adorned with colorful lights, but they were as clear as the oasis of a lake. Fu Jingting clicked his tongue and lost all temper in an instant. He lowered his head and kissed her.

The fresh breath carried the smell of tobacco into her mouth, and she obediently let him attack the city, let his lips and tongue invade every inch of her mouth.

The fingers holding onto his shirt tightened, Xu Qingcheng panted lightly, her already red eyes turned even redder at this moment, like the most beautiful scenery in this night.

She was so obedient, she didn't struggle to resist, and tried to respond to him, Fu Jingting's temples tensed up, and the arm on the railing suddenly received her waist, pressing her heavily into his arms.

He bit her lips lightly, listening to her occasional humming in pain, and occasionally writhing in his arms, the annoyance in his eyes welled up, which was covered by her drooping eyelids.

Fu Jingting laughed suddenly, and he lifted her chin with his fingers, and his voice was so soft that it seemed to touch her ears, "You are so good, what are you thinking?"

Xu Qingcheng's face flushed suddenly, or maybe she was guilty, she buried her face in his arms, "I didn't think about anything."

The voice was muffled.

Fu Jingting was silent for a while, and looked down at the hair on the top of her head. She would not think that Xu Qingcheng's behavior at this moment was a stress reaction after being too sad.

She was angry enough, but also calm enough.

But she nestled in his arms so obediently, like a kitten that needs to be stroked.

Fu Jingting's eyes darkened slightly, he turned his gaze to the river, and then retracted it for a moment.

No matter what she thinks, he doesn't allow her to be outside of his plan.

When he touched her body with his hand, Xu Qingcheng tensed up, afraid of what he would do now, and pressed his wrist, "You, here..."

"What's here?" He smiled, his eyes curled up, and his fingers hooked the car keys in her coat pocket.

"I just want to get the car keys, your car is broken, let the driver drive to fix it."

Xu Qingcheng, "..."