"Ahh

Song Qingrou exclaimed in surprise and reached out to cover her cheeks that were flushed.

Soon she took a step back with tears and chirps, and her expression looked particularly painful and forbearing.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Yan, it's me who is not good. I'm sorry for you, I shouldn't have been so close to Ah Feng. I should be beaten, and I won't blame you for how you beat me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

There was a hint of sarcasm in Ming Yan's empty eyes, and she raised her hand and wanted to fan it again.

But the wrist was immediately grasped by Gu Feng's broad hand.

"Stop."

His deep voice made her heart stop beating as if it had stopped beating completely.

"Ming Yan, why did you hit her?"

Gu Feng turned her body around forcefully, facing herself.

His amber eyes were as dark as an ancient well, and there was a hint of a cold light.

"In the past few years, it has been Qingrou who has taken care of me. I had a bad stomach, so she personally boiled millet porridge for me. I was wounded by a gunshot wound, and she went to the underground black market to buy high-priced special drugs, and took care of me for a few nights. Even the mission I was going to carry out was for her to take the risk of helping me find clues. ”

"What about you, what have you done except betraying me, beating our children, obsessing with work, and trying your best to please the old man?"

Gu Feng's voice became colder and colder, thinking of the past, his eyes were as red as blood.

Ming Yan's wrist was clutched by him, and it felt like it was about to be crushed.

But her eyes were numb and hollow, as if she didn't feel any pain at all.

The corners of his lips hooked mechanically.

Hehe, hehe.

Ah Feng thinks that these things are all done by Song Qingrou's green tea table! She did it?

He didn't know that he had a stomach problem, and that bowl of millet porridge was cooked by her for half a day, and after cooking, she wanted to send it directly to the door of Ah Feng's apartment.

But at that time, Song Qingrou said that for fear of being discovered by the old man's people, she should send it.

So she handed it over to this good girlfriend first, and she did it for her.

That year, Ah Feng suffered a gunshot wound, and she went to the underground black market to buy high-priced special drugs. The owner of the black market knew that she was in dire need, and the price was ridiculously high, and a pill cost her a whole year's savings.

The medicinal powder was still "sent" by Song Qingrou.

Later, he suffered a gunshot wound, but because of the infection, he had a fever for several days.

Song Qingrou made an appointment with her, and when he was unconscious, she took care of all of them by her side, she fed him water, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and kissed his handsome eyebrows and eyes gently.

When he woke up, he replaced him with Song Qingrou, his "best friend".

Even the clues that he was going to carry out the mission were bothered by her to find out. Once, because he was looking for clues for him first, he almost messed up his task.

almost hung by a thread of life and death, and gave his own life.

But Ming Yan never complained, she felt that even if she gave her life for Ah Feng, it was nothing.

It's really nothing.

But how could she let Song Qingrou, the green tea cousin, impostor!

Ming Yan desperately shook off Gu Feng's hand, and walked towards Song Qingrou step by step, with red eyes, slowly gesturing

"I really didn't expect that I asked you to take care of Ah Feng, and that's how you took care of it!"

"Song Qingrou, you're a, slut!"

Although she didn't know what Ming Yan was analogizing, the hatred in her eyes was so strong that Song Qingrou was so frightened that she hid directly behind Gu Feng.

His hands were around his arms, his eyes were red, and his voice was timid.

"Ah Feng, I can't understand what Ming Yan said, is she scolding me? Ah Feng, you don't have to worry about it, everything is my fault. Just let her scold me. ”