Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Because she has never been more sure than now that Xin Ziwen knows, he knows everything!

Xin Furong became nervous. After getting the answer, she became more nervous than ever. She didn't even know how to continue talking with Xin Ziwen.

Her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.

There was silence in the room for a while.

The silence lasted for a long time, until Xin Furong felt that the air was getting thinner, then she found her voice: "Brother, you won't hurt her, right?"

"Furong, there are some things you don't understand." Xin Ziwen didn't answer this question directly.

"No! Brother, you can't hurt her, even if I beg you, can't you? Miao Miao has been through a very hard time, I beg you not to hurt her anymore!" Xin Furong threw herself on Xin Ziwen's body and grabbed him arm, begging anxiously.

But no matter how much she begged, Xin Ziwen just looked at her indifferently and told her, "Furong, you don't understand."

I don't understand, I don't understand... I don't understand every time!

Xin Furong's ears were callused, she stared at Xin Ziwen with red eyes, and shouted: "Yes, I don't understand! But brother, I don't care about anything! Just don't hurt Miaomiao! Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing her!" You brother!"

"Really?" Xin Ziwen slightly hooked his lips, and looked at Xin Furong: "So in your heart, she is more important than your brother."

"You clearly know that's not what you mean! Why do you have to misinterpret it on purpose?" Xin Furong yelled unbearably.

"Brother, I don't care why you must hate Miaomiao and Auntie, but Auntie has passed away, and Miaomiao... No matter how big the hatred is, it should disappear!" Xin Furong said, and after saying this, her tone became a little bit more Soften: "Brother, even if you want to save my face, can't you not hurt Miaomiao?"

"Furong...you are my sister." Xin Ziwen said such a specious sentence to her pleading.

"She is too!" Xin Furong said excitedly.

"She's not." Xin Ziwen shook his head, facing Xin Furong's agitation, he calmly seemed to be talking about someone else: "She is not my sister, and she cannot be my sister."

Not a sister, can't be a sister.

Xin Furong can still understand what the former means, but what does the latter mean?

Xin Furong seemed to realize something suddenly, her eyes widened, and she looked at Xin Ziwen in disbelief.

"Brother, that Ruan Miaomiao downstairs, she..." Xin Furong was too ashamed to say the following words, because she couldn't imagine that her brother thought so much about Xin Miaomiao.

Even if, even if she wasn't her biological sister, Xin Miaomiao was only 12 years old when she died. How could... How could he have such feelings?It's too perverted!

"Furong, these are my brother's private affairs." Xin Ziwen looked at Xin Furong who had been hit so hard, and seemed to feel distressed, and came to help her: "Don't worry about these things, take a good rest, you are pregnant now. .”

But as soon as his hand touched Xin Furong, Xin Furong pushed her away vigorously. She was so stimulated that she couldn't speak, her whole body was trembling, and even her stomach began to faint. ache.

She supported her big belly, took two steps back with difficulty, sat down on the bed, and then felt wet under her buttocks.