The woman I love is cruel

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Ms. Wen's state of being none of her business made Zhong Ying even more furious.

"You bitch, if it weren't for (beep beep beep beep)"

Zhong Ying vented heartily, but in the ears of Fang Fei and Miss Wen, it turned into a mosaic that suppressed the sound, and even the shape of her mouth could not be recognized.

Miss Wen was impatient, so she spoke directly.

"Do it."

A man's hand came from Zhong Ying's back. As soon as Zhong Ying's wrist hurt, she watched her hand holding the knife hang down limply.

Knife, click - straight into the wooden floor.

The big picture is set.

Zhong Ying fell to her knees on the ground, her hair hanging down, and she kept silent, letting Lao Zhang tie her up and take her out.

Fang Fei was rescued, no matter how daring she was, her body was so honest that she was so weak that she was clutching her neck, as if she was still in shock but still trying to calm down.

She originally wanted to prop herself up first and ask Aunt Tian to clean her wound, but she saw Miss Wen squatting down in front of her, with gauze and medicine in her hand that she did not know where to find.

Fang Fei wanted to avoid her hand, so Miss Wen said, "Don't move."

Fang Fei immediately didn't dare to move, waiting for her to heal her injuries.

The wound was not big, so it looked scary, but it didn't hurt any deeper, and the bleeding had stopped on its own.

The liquid medicine is cold, the cotton swab head is also cold, there is a soft itching feeling when rubbing the wound, the hand is warm, and the unexhaled breath close to the skin is also warm, but Fang Fei dare not avoid the part in his heart Strange throbbing.

"Say it, don't move."

Miss Wen's voice was different from any time before.

There is a piece of caramel under her lips that smells good, it is bitter and sweet.

Fang Fei was suddenly afraid of this strange Miss Wen, and she fell back unconsciously. Her head was thumped, and just as she covered her head, her pupils dilated.

Miss Wen lowered her body as she fell, and she supported Fang Fei with one hand. Her hair fell down on both sides like a waterfall, forming a circle isolated from the rest of the room, and she was in Fang Fei's eyes in this circle. Ms. Wen's nose is full.

Miss Wen's breath, Miss Wen's voice, Miss Wen's touch, and all five senses are controlled by Miss Wen, and even her heart can't beat freely.

Fang Fei was in a daze, her fingers dug into the gap of her pajamas, still feeling empty and unable to grasp it tightly.

This strand of hair, not a waterfall.

In a trance, the scene changed, and she was a sailor who fell into the ocean.

The slender and dark intertwined plants under the water are water plants that seem to have life, wrapping around Fang Fei's body and pulling her down.

Straight up, right in front of their owners.

The banshee's face was so familiar that she wanted to reach out and touch it in a daze.

It wasn't until his fingers were caught that he remembered that it was Miss Wen's face.

The author has something to say: This candy is really sweet, it doesn’t cost money if it’s not sweet【Pick nose.jpg】

Chapter 11 Chapter 11

"Are you reaching out?"

In reality, her fingers were indeed held in Miss Wen's palm. This woman who inadvertently seduced her still had that indifferent face. It seemed that everything had nothing to do with her, and it was someone else's self-indulgence.

"..."

Miss Wen still concentrated on rubbing the medicine for Fang Fei. After rubbing it, she immediately retracted her body and wiped each finger carefully with a wet towel, as if she was carving a certain piece of porcelain with exquisite patterns.

He said mercilessly, "It's inconvenient to apply medicine on the ground, but fortunately, it also makes you more at ease. He also said that he was seventeen. As far as the symptoms of ADHD are concerned, he is about seven years old."

Fang Fei touched her neck and retreated to the wall vigilantly, until her back touched the hardness of the pile frame structure before gaining a little sense of security.

Being tempted by this snake and scorpion without paying attention, Fang Fei scanned Fang Qing's face dozens of times in her mind before the throbbing subsided.

Almost forgot that this woman likes girls.

"Extend your neck and I'll bandage it for you."

Fang Fei stretched out her hand to touch the wound, and her fingers touched the wound, which made her grit her teeth, it really hurt, and her mouth was tit for tat.

"Give me the gauze and I'll bandage it myself."

Ms. Wen didn't force her, she threw the roll of gauze into Fang Fei's arms precisely, and watched her enduring the pain, wrapping her neck around, and the knot in the end was ugly.

As ugly as this guy is.

She sneered in her heart, why not ugly?

When I first met, I was as thin as a monkey, and I was so defensive that I was about to be pushed to the ground. Did I look like that hungry person?

Simply scare her, Miss Wen's hobbies are few people know, watching movies, and occasionally stand in front of the mirror to learn a certain role, but this skill has never been performed in front of people.

It seems that his acting skills are top-notch, and he really scares people so much that he would rather commit suicide and run away.

To be honest, it was also a lie for her to say that Fang Fei didn't have that kind of thought.

300 million has to be paid in interest, she is a businessman but not a philanthropist, plus the relationship with her mother Fang Qing, if she really can't bear it, it doesn't matter if she takes it into the house.

This thought also dissipated at the moment Fang Fei jumped off the building.

What she is asking for is a girl who loves you, and Fan, who is so chaste and strong, can't bear it, so she simply becomes an investor to see if this girl has their skills.

Tonight, to her surprise, she even played tricks with herself.

If she hadn't known that it was a wolf and could not be raised easily, she would have believed it.

She sat upright on the office chair beside her, crossing her legs and lighting up the cigarette.

Dense dense, smoke rising.

The woman's eyebrows were covered, and the sharp eyesight was softened. Fang Fei suddenly didn't know what to do. She seemed to want to walk but was put in a plaster cast and couldn't lift it.

If Du Menglan was here now, it would definitely not be like this. She can describe an ambiguous romantic scene into a funny scene with all kinds of magical words.

But she is not here. During this period of time, she is either applauding for love with her old Tang, or sleeping soundly in a dream full of pink bubbles.

Fang Fei thought about making jokes in her mind, but her eyes couldn't stop looking at Miss Wen.

It was Miss Wen who interrupted the silence.

"Why don't you go?"

Fang Fei was at a loss for words for a while, and didn't know how to answer, but Ms. Wen answered by herself, "If you want to stay, you can stay."

Fang Fei bit her lip and started to talk, "Why don't you go back to your room to rest?"

Miss Wen said, "I'm jet-lagged and can't sleep now."

Fang Fei: "Then I..." I want to say to accompany you, but I can't say it for some reason, and there is a favor implied in the words, which should not exist.

Maybe I'm being seduced.

Fang Fei bit her lip, her teeth were always sharp, and she could be cruel to herself, the tips of her teeth sank into the flesh of her lips, and immediately ooze blood.

She had no reason to stay here, she got up and said, "Then I'm going."

Fang Fei was frightened by the momentary thought of weakness just now, although she was immediately suppressed, but it did exist in a corner of her heart.

Qiang spoke calmly, as if this only put Ms. Wen in the safe position of the landlord and guardian, "Pay attention to your side, next time I won't stop others."

She almost escaped out of the room, and the door slammed dully behind her--there was silence with some or no sneering behind her.

Ms. Wen's cigarette is not exhausted, her fingers are slender, holding the cigarette, someone once said in her ear - "Every frame of you is suitable for taking pictures with a camera, beauty always has a unique temperament, just like you, When people see you, they will know that it is Wen Huiran."

This word lingers in my ears, and I don't remember when it started.

She narrowed her eyes, there was no light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was a deep blue.

She pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and heard the beep, beep, it was her mobile phone.