The woman I love is cruel

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The words were lukewarm, Fang Fei let out a "huh" to show that he heard.

This dress made Fang Fei want to avoid it, and there was no other reason, Fang Qing wore this dress.

She was originally beautiful and fair-skinned, and she was a flower butterfly born by the two elders of the Fang family who have lived on the soil for generations. Wearing that outfit, people want to hug her from the back, and then pull the zipper from top to bottom like a package. Open it like a beautiful gift.

Fang Fei followed her at that time, and the man was locked on the balcony of the next room as soon as he came.

Across a balcony, she heard Fang Qing's pain, so she climbed up to the balcony with all her hands and feet, but saw Fang Qing lying on the iron frame, with marks on her arms and the black chest that wrapped her chest like a petal. , with a sound in his mouth, lazy but unreasonable, it makes people blush. Hearing Fang Fei's voice, he squinted at the ignorant girl with a wink.

Exactly: A sweet smile bewitches Yangcheng.

This memory was deeply locked deep in the palace by Fang Fei, together with the moth and the boy's eyes tonight.

She was eager to bury them and planted fast-growing ryegrass on the grave hill to show her determination to break with the past.

But still know why this urgency is.

Miss Wen lives at the top of the third floor, which can be called a restricted area, and the plant balcony belongs to Miss Wen alone.

Aunt Tian took her up to the second floor to find her room, took a shower, and put on the clothes that Aunt Tian had chosen for her.

She just needs to act as the doll in Miss Wen's collection, and wait for that inexplicable enthusiasm for eyes to fade, and she may be kicked out of here, just like Zhong Ying.

This was already the best ending she could think of.

As the clock approached twelve step by step, Aunt Tian turned off all the lights in the room, and the room became quiet.

One, two, three... After counting to two thousand, she opened one eye in the dark, and Fang Fei lifted the quilt and walked to the window.

The overly strong rain gave people the illusion of being on an isolated island, but there happened to be a street lamp under Fang Fei's house that pointed the way.

She stood by the large French window and didn't move for a long time.

Just now, she thought that she had learned how to accept it from the past lessons, and it turned out that this was her best approach.

But the restless heart told her--

Acceptance equals death.

A cháng sheet is torn into two pieces and tied in a knot.

One end was tied to the iron railing of the balcony, and Fang Fei was about to throw the other end downstairs, but failed to move after pulling twice.

That lingering voice came again——

"Hmph, keep running."

Fang Fei knew Miss Wen's expression without looking back, probably the expression she had when she looked at the ant that was about to be crushed to death under her fingers.

How ridiculous, her mother sold her to such a person for 300 million, but she knew nothing about this person except that his surname was Wen and that he was a woman.

She turned around and faced Miss Wen, her hair was condensed into strands by the rain, her skin was cold and pale, and the woman in front of her was rich enough to do whatever she wanted and control her own destiny.

Shouldn't she be more sensible, groveling like that man, and trying her best to please Miss Wen?

"You can't escape."

What circulates in my mind is the vow that the woman is bound to get.

Fang Fei laughed suddenly.

However, she just didn't want to.

Why, she must go forward along the route they stipulated?

Why should she be transferred from one person to another as a commodity?

Why, everyone treats her as a burden, as goods, as garbage, or as a human being?

Why?

She is also a person!

She fell back, facing Miss Wen with a finally changed expression, like a moth falling towards the place where there is light.

Chapter 7 Chapter 7

A person's life is composed of countless small pieces, just like building blocks. If a certain block is moved to a position, the formed figure will be different from before.

"Fei'er, walk slowly, be careful not to fall."

"Grandma, I'm running fast, let's go to the station first, what time does Mom's car arrive?"

"25:[-], there are still ten minutes left, don't worry so much."

"Dad will come back this time too, I want to see them soon and show them the perfect test paper!"

The eight-year-old girl's childlike voice was like a wind chime hanging by the window. She ran as fast as she said, leaving the gray-haired grandma far behind.

The lights were on at the station, and there were not many people waiting to get on the train. A few scattered people stood by their luggage, some read newspapers, some rested and dozed off, their heads lowered every time. Just before falling off the chair, bounce your head and repeat the initial movement.

When she ran into this station, it was like a drop of colored ink dripping into boiled water, and she heard the announcement from the radio station: "The train from Jishui Town to Feicheng has arrived at the station. Passengers who need to get on the train, please get on the train."

Those who read the newspaper stopped reading, and those who fell asleep woke up, wiped the tears from their eyes with their sleeves, yawned, and walked slowly to the station with their luggage.

The little girl stared nervously at the exit, the test paper crumpled in her hand without realizing it.

Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she waved the test paper in her hand and shouted, "Dad! Mom!"

A couple who heard the sound also looked over and walked towards the little girl with a smile on their faces.

One face was shrouded in mist and could not be seen clearly clearly, and the other had beautiful features but was slashed beyond recognition by more than a dozen scars, and children would be scared to cry when they saw it.

Time is staggered here.

Little girl hears parents quarreling.

My mother kept explaining: Why can't I go to a big city?

The little girl who eavesdropped opened the door with tears in her eyes: Mom, don't go, I want to stay together as a family.

At the age of 12, another couple moved in next door, bringing a boy with big round eyes.

The two looked at each other and smiled, the boy handed the blue-green moth he caught to the little girl, and shyly hid behind his adults.

At the age of 17, the girl was in the second year of high school, and the next door was a boy from the neighbor's house.

It was raining, and a blue umbrella was propped over her head.

The boy's voice was still so shy: Which school do you want to go to?

The girl asked back: What about you?

The boy said: with you.

At the age of 19, I came to university with my boyfriend who fell in love early. I met a quarreling couple on the train, same sex.

The girl who made the most noise squatted on the ground and wept uncontrollably. The boy handed her the tissue, raised his head and said calmly: Thank you.

The girl suddenly became vigilant, and stopped the boy to let him meddle in his own business: What do you think she is doing?

Boy: Look at her...not as pretty as you, hey.

Well, the sudden masculine instinct for the sake of one's life is terrible.

Another time jump, the little girl turned into an old woman, lying on the sick bed and being held by an old man, the boy who was the neighbor could be vaguely identified.

Girl: I have lived a smooth life in this life, and I have no regrets.

The boy burst into tears: If I die before you, then it will be really smooth, don't wait for me too long, if you are lonely, go first.

Girl: What nonsense, I have kept a secret in my heart for decades.

Boy: You are panicking in your heart, tell me, I won’t tell you, if you die, you will be taken to the grave, no one will know.

Girl: I became a doctor to cure my mother's face, but later on I had the ability but never did it. I always thought it was really cured...

Boy: Really cured?

……

If it is really cured, I have to go back to the original track.

Youyou sighed, and her soul returned to its place. Fang Fei wanted to store the few remaining dreams in her memory palace, but these dream fragments were rootless water and sourceless sand. leaked.

Her eye sockets were a little moist, and the moisture was quickly chuigān by the moderate air-conditioning in the ward.