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The blood on her battered face quickly faded, and the pale was a little frightening.

Since yesterday's dinner, she has been wondering why Feng Chen suddenly returned to Feng Chen's house.

She didn't figure it out no matter how she thought about it, it turned out that he came back for Song Zhiyue

She had been so much to him before, and had even hinted to him many times that he didn't want to come back, and now he was doing it for another woman.

Suddenly, she felt like she was a joke.

Wen Mei saw the painful look on her face, and continued to poke her sore spots, "At first, I thought that Ah Chen was just playing with her, but now it seems that it should be sincere, no matter how I begged Ah Chen before, he was unwilling to come back, but now for Song Zhiyue, he is willing to come back." Although this makes me feel a little chilly, the goal has been achieved, and I can reluctantly accept the rest. ”

Liang Weirong listened to her words, her face became worse and worse, her hands were clenched into fists because of forbearance, and a sharp pain came from her palms.

She looked at Wen Mei and gritted her teeth and said, "Don't you have the most face, do you want Feng Chen to marry a woman with a family background who can help him, a daughter-in-law like Song Zhiyue, you are not ashamed?"

Wen Mei's face was helpless, "Ah Chen likes it, what can I do." ”

Liang Weirong's (chest) voice was full of anger, if Feng Chen was at home, she would definitely rush to him and ask why he was willing to go back to Feng for Song Zhiyue, but he was unwilling to do it for her.

If he was willing at the beginning, then he is the one who marries him now.

The flames of anger and jealousy intertwined, burning every inch of her skin, every nerve.

She got up abruptly (body shēn) and angrily stepped on her high heels and went upstairs.

Wen Mei glanced at her back, and a weird smile bloomed on the corner of her mouth.

Song Zhiyue returned to the room, hung his clothes in the closet, and took his pajamas to take a bath.

I went out and looked around but didn't find a hair dryer, so I dialed it with my hand, searched for a TV series with my mobile phone, and watched TV on the sofa.

She was a little thirsty, but she didn't want to go down to face Wen Mei and the others, so she endured her dry mouth and continued to watch TV.

It was already late when Feng Chen returned, he pushed open the bedroom door and saw that Song Zhiyue had fallen asleep on the sofa, and the mobile phone that fell next to him still had a TV.

He stepped forward, turned off her phone, and carried her to the bed.

Song Zhiyue opened his eyes and glanced at him in a daze, and when he saw that it was him, he closed his eyes with relief.

When Feng Chen placed her on the bed, she muttered, "I want to drink water." ”

Cover her with a quilt and go downstairs to pour water for her.

As soon as he went downstairs with his front foot, Liang Weirong followed with his back foot.

Hearing the footsteps on the stairs, Feng Chen, who was standing in front of the water dispenser, looked back and saw that it was Liang Weirong who was wearing nightdresses.

He just glanced at it, then turned his head, filled his glass and walked up the stairs.

Liang Weirong kept standing on the steps and looked at him, "You went back to Feng's house for Song Zhiyue"

A hint of impatience flashed between Feng Chen's eyebrows, and he ignored her and walked directly past her.

Liang Weirong didn't give up, grabbed his arm, and persistently asked "Is it?"

"Let go," said Feng Chen, coldly.

Liang Weirong grabbed her clothes tightly, "You answer me"

Feng Chen didn't want to entangle with her, so he raised his hand and waved her away.

Liang Weirong didn't stand firm on her feet, but rolled down the stairs.

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