The woman I love is cruel

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She had trouble with one foot, and was lying on the wall like a spider without a web and a leg, but seeing the bright light from the window, she gritted her teeth and took another step forward.

This action was a little too reckless, her foot slipped, if she hadn't clasped the stainless steel frame of the balcony with her hands, she would have fallen.

"what!"

Fang Fei was so frightened that her hands became weak, but fortunately her voice was covered by the sound of rain.

There is no place on the wall to shelter the rain, and the water is flowing like a waterfall. She is the carp that jumped over the dragon gate.

"Is it really possible? If it's not possible, I'll send my parents away and let you in."

She heard Li Yong's voice, and she wanted to reply, but just maintaining her current posture had exhausted her strength.

"Woof! Woah! Woah----"

How could he forget the dead dog during the day, if it wasn't for it, he wouldn't have suffered such a big crime.

The sound not only alarmed the dogs in the yard, but also the Li family's parents who had been waiting for their son to throw out the trash but hadn't returned for a long time.

She wanted to look back to see what had happened, but her hands were wet and slippery from the rain.

Li Yong stared at her every move, and had to run to the kennel to appease the wild dog who was visibly restless because of the stranger's arrival, when he saw the door of the house being pushed open, and Li's mother shouted towards the yard, "Xiao Yong ! Why don't you go into the house when you come back!"

"Mom, let me see little huang. It was barking again just now. I don't know why."

Mother Li turned on the flashlight to take a picture in Li Yong's direction.

Li Yong saw Fang Fei's location almost exposed by the aperture several times, and his heart was pounding with her mother's every move. He simply ran to Li's mother with an umbrella, trying to persuade her to enter the house.

I heard a loud "pop----"

Mother Li's flashlight scans----

Under the light, Fang Fei fell into the green fence downstairs like the moth that Fang Qing threw down with a stone.

"Mom! She's not a thief! She was just hungry!"

"How do you explain her jumping off our building?"

"It's...it's me, I let her climb it, because I'm...curious..."

"Curious about what?"

"I'm curious, how did she climb up the wall of my house before, please, mom, let her in, she sprained her ankle, and now she fell again and got caught in the rain! Please!"

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Fang Fei didn't faint, she opened her eyes and saw Li Yong jumping anxiously, and asked her parents to help carry her in.

She thought this request would be rejected, but she didn't expect that the man who firmly believed that he was a thief and took the discovery of his "crime" as a kind of glory looked at her, and would agree to Li Yong's request.

After entering Li's house, she began to tremble.

To know the taste of warmth is to know the taste of cold.

She was wrapped in a blanket for a while, and Li's father turned off the TV as soon as he entered the room, while Li's mother and Li Yong stayed by Fang Fei's side.

The woman from Feicheng spoke with a local accent, but she always avoided Fang Fei when he met her eyes.

She was taken into the bathroom by mother Li.

A seventeen-year-old girl weighs only seventy pounds, and her ribs are clearly defined. She wiped it carefully with a towel, and the changes in the expression on this aunt's face were all imprinted in her eyes.

Before Li Yong took him to his room with a limping leg, she seemed to hear a vague quarrel.

The indistinct sound is mixed in the noisy rain, it is even more difficult to distinguish, and it can be vaguely heard——

"...can't..." "...the girl..." and the like.

A normal family, a pair of parents who are wary of Fang Fei and sympathetic to Fang Fei's experience, but the experience of staying for one night.

Originally, Fang Fei should relax her vigilance, but she always felt a little uneasy.

It seems that on this rainy night, some conspiracy is brewing in the tide. They have taken root and sprouted, and they are rushing up at an unimaginable speed.

"what's on your mind?"

The boy was half lying on the bed, holding the comic book in one hand and not paying attention to it, using the light from the bed to trace Fang Fei lying on the floor with his eyes.

Fang Fei looked at the ceiling. There was an unturned hollow round lamp hanging on the ceiling, and there were a few wriggling black shadows under the lamp.

"What are you looking at?"

Li Yong was also used to Fang Fei's silence, so he simply put down the comic book, put his hands behind his head and imitated Fang Fei to look at the lamp.

"Are you looking at the ceiling? Or the lamp?"

"What's in the lamp?"

Fang Fei asked again, "Is it the remains of a moth?"

"Yes, these little bugs are the most annoying. Even though the windows are closed, every time the lights are turned on, a few of them will sneak out and fly around the lights."

"Why did they die?"

"Hey, you didn't learn it in school?" Li Yong looked surprised, "The teacher taught it. Moths fly to the flame, because the lamp becomes very hot when it is on, and they are burned to death inside. My grandfather It is said that the bug-replenishing lamp is based on this principle. He has a hill in the suburbs, where peaches, grapefruits, and kiwis are grown..."

Fang Fei interrupted him.

"Stupid."

"what?"

"Moths are stupid, and so am I... stupid."

Fang Fei suddenly woke up, just like she was staring at the moth in a daze that night, Fang Qing's slap hit her face again across time and space.

She sat up without looking at Li Yong, "I'm leaving."

Fang Fei bent down and put socks on her own feet.

She was wearing Mama Li's nightdress, and she looked empty under the lamp, like a skeleton covered in human skin, or a moth with its wings folded.

The door was pushed open.

Mother Li had an awkward smile on her face, this kind of forced smile was clear in Fang Fei's eyes.

"Little sister, drink a cup of hot milk to drive away the cold, and go to bed early."

Fang Fei raised her eyelids halfway.

"No need, leave this milk for you to drink, where is Miss Wen? Has she arrived yet?"

Mother Li's face froze.

Fang Fei raised her chin, bypassed her and walked out of the room.

Chapter 5 Chapter 5

The door closed behind him also sealed the quarrel between mother and son inside.

Slippers rattled on the stairs.

Fang Fei impatiently heard the sound, kicked her shoes aside, and walked down barefoot.

Her voice was soft, but the previous slippers had already betrayed her arrival.

Near the last few steps down the stairs, she stopped, leaned on the railing of the stairs, and looked at the door that was pushed open again.

First, there was a black umbrella that was dripping water. The tick-tock dripped a puddle on the floor of the door, and the black high-heeled shoes stepped on the doormat and did not move.

The eagerly awaited father Li is no longer the same as before facing Fang Fei.

He didn't show any dissatisfaction with Miss Wen's behavior of wetting the floor of his house, but he couldn't hide his anxious fly-like hand rubbing. This anxiety was based on the panic of seeing someone in a high position.

He didn't dare to sit down, just waiting for the people outside the house to come in.

Fly hand rub.

Fang Fei was very amused by her own use of this appropriate adjective.

So she chuckled.

In such a quiet place except for the sound of rain, it is particularly noticeable.

Half of her face was exposed from under the edge of the umbrella, and Fang Fei could see her straight black hair hanging from her shoulders.

Simple, even the tail of the hair is meticulous without any curvature.

The thin lips parted, and one hand propped up the edge of the umbrella.

Miss Wen stood there, her whole body lightly shaking, which was in stark contrast to the wolf who was carried out of the fence before.

This kind of contrast was too dazzling, making Fang Fei's laughter swallowed, and the muscles on his face could not support the curvature of the smile.

Ms. Wen's smile is still dull and reserved. In Fang Fei's view, her smile is not a mood, but just a part of this face, just like the blank expressionless face that ordinary people spend most of their time alone.