The host of the female supporting role's counterattack must not be blackened

Chapter 806 When Depression Meets Violence 15
Just after ten o'clock in the morning, the doorbell of Fang's house was rang again.

Fang Yue was gearing up, and went over aggressively to open the door.

Outside the door, Cheng Jinyun thanked him gently, and there were three people standing behind him.

Cheng's father, Cheng's mother, and Cheng Ling.

Except for Cheng Hui, the entire Cheng family was present.

Fang Yue: ...

The Cheng family formed a group to wipe them out?

It must be the wrong way for him to open the door!

Fang Yue looked at the family of four outside the door, feeling a little sullen in his heart.

Look at other people's families, and then look at your own family. If there is no comparison, there will be no harm.

My sister is lively and jumping around, while my sister is depressed and limping.

The child was bullied, the parents came together to find fault, the younger sister was injured, and the parents were on a love trip...

Is it my own?

In fact, Fang Yue also knew in his heart that his parents had put so much effort into Ke'er's affairs. This time they said they were going on a trip, but they were not allowed to seek medical treatment, but most children in the world have the same mentality. When they are bullied, they always hope Parents support themselves, always standing in front of themselves with a strong and generous back to block all wind and rain.

Especially when the parents of the deadly enemies have come forward!
Therefore, Fang Yue, an elite in the shopping mall, felt a sense of grievance at this second, wishing to punch Cheng Jinyun's hypocritical smiling face twice.

If his teacher hadn't taught him to respect his elders since he was a child, he would have closed the door resolutely and refused to let him in.

No matter how suffocated the blood was in his heart, Yue Yue on the surface still held up the posture of the eldest son of the Fang family, and invited the four members of the Cheng family into the house without being humble or overbearing.

As soon as Cheng Jinyun entered the living room, he saw Yun Niannian's thin body sitting on the sofa, leaning there lazily with a pillow in his arms, almost sinking into the sofa, looking extraordinarily petite and pitiful.

Cheng Jinyun's hands were a little itchy. He suppressed the urge to touch her hair, and said with a gentle and harmless smile: "Good morning, Keke looks much better today, do your feet still hurt?"

Fang Yue's cool voice came to Cheng Jinyun's ear: "You also called Keke?"

Cheng Jinyun rubbed his head subconsciously, and smiled, "I am older than Ke Ke, and Ke Ke is my younger sister. As an elder brother, I can naturally have a closer name."

Fang Yue's face darkened, and he scolded Cheng Jinyun for being shameless in his heart, "Young Master Cheng is joking, my family is not as lucky as Cheng Ling, and I can live with peace of mind even if I hurt someone, without even a word of apology."

Hearing this, Cheng Ling, who had been aggrieved since entering the door, had red eyes and wanted to cry, "Brother Fang Yue, I didn't do it on purpose!"

The Cheng family's parents didn't look good either. They didn't expect Fang Yue to disrespect them so much and speak so badly.

Cheng's father pulled a face, but he didn't make a fuss. In the end, it was the Cheng family's fault. Besides, they came here today to solve the problem, not to create a conflict.

Thinking that he had to back down in front of a junior, Cheng's father wished he could beat Cheng Hui with a stick and be punished to shut himself up at home.

It's not good to look at anyone, but it's good to look at it!

But it's rare for the son to be willing to get married, and Cheng's mother has to try everything, anyway Fang Ke is a good idea.

As for illness, their Cheng family can afford a doctor, so they can teach them from scratch!

Cheng's mother noticed Fang Ke early on, she sat there quietly, her fair face seemed to be dazzling in the morning light, at a glance, her eyes were full of intoxication from the tranquility of the years.

It's just that this beauty is too fragile. The girl wrapped in light is like a delicate porcelain doll, which will break at the touch of a touch. Even the movement of eyelashes trembling, blinking and closing eyes can make people's heart tense.

She was bullied by all the bad things, but she still maintained an indifferent and calm posture, so beautiful that she could hardly bear to blink.

(End of this chapter)