The woman I love is cruel

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Old Tang became more and more depressed: "So it took seven days in a flash. I was so busy that I forgot about it. Farewell, why didn't you wait for me?"

Fang Fei said: "Miss Du also asked me to bring a message to Miss Tang."

"what did she say!"

Fang Fei said: "She said, don't come here in a hurry, she might meet you in this life if she reincarnated earlier."

Old Tang didn't speak, he held his head for a while before letting go, "Silly girl."

Her voice was muffled under her tongue.

It seems to be repeated again: "Silly girl."

Chapter 19 Chapter 19

After a person dies, no matter how sad the relatives are, they can't keep her for long.

While looking at the chemical formulas related to biology, Fang Fei thought that human beings are really amazing.

How does this small individual support their vast thinking space, the thinking seems to stay in place and seems to be wandering on the earth, but as long as the heart stops beating, nature will immediately destroy the traces of his existence at a terrifying speed.

The body was left for more than a day, and subtle changes began to take place.

The face that could have smiled at someone turned into a dead body, and was built into a warm and comfortable nest by industrious and tiny microorganisms.

There will also be some smells, like a flare gun, calling for voracious scavengers to come, and their disgusting eating is simply unsightly.

This thing started to ferment on the Internet.

Victims and perpetrators are silent, but some "relevant personnel" appear, they speak as if they are the dead who returned from the underground world, see everything clearly, and have to expose their grievances to the public.

Homosexuality, underage alcoholics... All kinds of conspiracy theories made it difficult for the Du family to resist the neighbors' whispers.

They can't live a normal life, afraid of sympathy or ridicule from those who have not yet left the pain of bereavement and fall into another quagmire.

This feast of keyboard and tongue finally came to an end, and the performance that kicked off immediately was a certain actress' night party.

The excitement on the Internet was lively, but what Old Tang and the Du family's parents hoped to punish the murderer earlier and let Tian Niu go to the ground turned out to be empty talk.

Miss Wen is not a god, and she can only do her best.

Fang Fei occasionally sat in the memory palace, and saw Tian Niu's energetic figure dangling in various empty rooms, as if she was still on that early summer night when everyone was smiling happily and every flower was blooming just right.

But it's different after all.

The sweet girl that night was alive, and her skin smelled of cream, while the person here had no touch, and was so cold that even the temperature could not be imagined.

She withdrew her mind and continued to swim in the ocean of learning.

Hearing Tian Niu's name again is another sleepless summer night.

She got up and opened the window, the air outside the window was full of hot, stuffy, damp and other characteristics that make people feel uncomfortable, but Fang Fei felt that this was more comfortable for her than the almost constant temperature air in the room.

She stood on the balcony and propped herself up so that she was almost in the air. There was no wind, and the air was so viscous that it became an uncompressed primitive ocean.

She remembered the description in the book - "The surface temperature of the earth is higher than the boiling point of water, so all the water at that time existed in the primitive atmosphere in the form of water vapor."

She guessed: If there was some kind of creature at that time, it must have the tentacles that cut the water droplets and the wings that glide in the air.

They have gills and can breathe air through their skin.

They are like the footless birds recorded in the legends, shuttling through the air, jumping from one water drop to another. When it can't jump, it is equivalent to death.

She was immersed in her fantasy when she heard a woman quarreling downstairs, one was Miss Wen and the other was Old Tang.

It seems that every time we meet at night, Miss Wen always encounters trouble.

She propped her arms and listened to what they were saying.

Old Tang's voice was full of anger: "Before, there was so much trouble on the Internet, you told me to bear it, and I just endured it. It's fine for them to consume my love between Menglan and me. Why do you have to involve two old people? Do you know how miserable Mom is these days? Dad said she couldn't sleep all night, and her hair fell out in handfuls."

Ms. Wen's calmness at the moment is even more indifferent, "It's useless for us to remove the hot search, we can only wait for the heat of this matter to subside. I know these few days are difficult, but for Menglan..."

Old Tang didn't let her continue, she asked directly: "Old Wen, do you still remember what you said in front of Meng Lan?"

Miss Wen replied: "I remember."

Old Tang pressed Miss Wen's shoulder, the lower her tone became, the more dangerous it became.

"No, you have already forgotten, you are no longer the Wen Huiran who recognizes money but ignores people, but always remembers friends."

Her lips and teeth suppressed her anger, "You have changed, Wen Huiran!"

Ms. Wen said: "Everything I do is for Menglan and for justice. I can swear on it. Old Tang remembers what I said, believe me, we drag this case until November, this year, At that time, Meng Lan can truly rest in peace."

Old Tang asked back: "Then why didn't you defend Menglan? I didn't expect that the information we collected together would be sold by you for a good price!"

"Is this how you treat your friends?"

Miss Wen took a step forward and held Old Tang's hand.

She almost begged: "Don't believe your ears, don't believe your eyes, I don't even beg you to believe me... just for Menglan, you have to hold on."

Old Tang was silent, and the violent reaction in her heart was silent under the cover of night.

The moon is a semicircle, and the semicircle of the moon is like an upside-down wine glass, gently pouring the brilliance everywhere, but standing in the shadow of the wall, these two people seem to be forgotten by the moonlight.

Old Tang finally spoke.

"Menglan and I both misread you."

"Old Zhang, let's go."

"Liquidated damages, I will charge it to your card."

Old Tang shook off Miss Wen's hand and left.

Under the shadows, Miss Wen looked at the direction where Old Tang and the black-clothed bodyguards were leaving, and she didn't regain her senses for a long time.

Fang Fei thought she would stand there all night, but she finally left and walked back to the villa.

Miss Wen's pace was unhurried. If she hadn't witnessed the breakup between friends with her own eyes, Fang Fei would have been deceived by her nonchalant attitude.

She couldn't help thinking: How tough must this person be?

Another question arises: Has this person ever cried?

It's none of your business?

Fang Fei originally thought so.

Maybe she should make a glass of water, drink it in one gulp, then close the curtains, and under the soft light filtered by the fabric, embrace the silk pillow and sneak into her dreamless sleep.

But after she regained her senses, she had already walked out of her room, followed Miss Wen upstairs, and stood by the door that was open with a small crack, revealing half of the room.

This is Miss Wen's study, and it is also Fang Feiko Zhongying's place.

The door was not closed tightly.

This is a mistake that cannot occur in Miss Wen's world.

Fang Fei thought: It turns out that she had already noticed that she was behind her... No, maybe she had already fallen into the eyes of this keen woman from the moment she stood on the window sill and eavesdropped.

She pushed open the door.

Miss Wen was sitting on an office chair, an orange work lamp illuminated the paper placed in front of her, and her eyebrows were as clear as if they had been carefully traced with a brush.

She propped her forehead with half of her hand, and didn't care about Fang Fei's arrival. She flipped through the file under the light, and asked casually, "Is there anything you want to ask, or are you going to scold me for Du Menglan, who is Tuomeng?"

Ms. Wen was self-deprecating in her words, but her seemingly open-minded humor made Fang Fei's heart ache.

Fang Fei said, "No."

Miss Wen said: "Then what are you doing here?"