C4 I Won't Explain

"Yes!"

She admitted it as a matter of course.

"Aren't you afraid that he will get angry?"

Su Cuo was talking about Si Yeqing.

Feng Chuchu heard him, and despair flashed across her eyes. She turned around and looked at the man who was strategizing in the game. She smiled sadly.

"You don't understand this, right? Love gives birth to hate. We only give birth to acting skills at most."

Her self-deprecating and relaxed words were also the truth.

She acted as a good granddaughter-in-law for Si Yeqing's grandmother. She went to the kitchen in the living room and even fought with Little Three, who had beaten up hooligans.

Actually, she was very tired, and her heart was tired.

Su Cuo looked at Feng Chuchu, lost in thought.

"Are you really smart or are you pretending to be stupid? Since you know his heart is not on you, why did you plan to ruin Qianqian's reputation?"

He asked Feng Chuchu.

"Cripple her reputation?"

Feng Chuchu laughed out loud when she heard him. Her smile waned as she spoke again, "This phrase was chosen quite well."

The breeze sent every word of Su Cuo to Feng Chuchu's ears. Her smile was full of spiritual energy, and the distance between them was thin.

Back then, Lu Jianjian was almost harmed by someone. All of the evidence pointed towards her.

Later on, everyone said that Feng Chuchu found someone to rape Lu Jianjian.

Because of Si Yeqing.

She shrugged and said, "Whatever you think."

A trust that could not be obtained even after ten thousand explanations, why should she continue?

Saliva was also very valuable.

Su Cuo looked at Feng Chuchu's calmness and fearlessness.

He vaguely remembered the scene where Feng Chuchu explained when she met people. She was so innocent and pitiful, but in just a few years, she had already talked and laughed about that matter.

She was so naive and pure that she could see through everything. Only she knew the bitterness and spiciness within.

Su Cuo felt helpless and turned around to leave.

Footsteps sounded behind him.

Feng Chuchu knew that Su Cuo had left even if she did not turn back. Only Su Cuo gave her a good look by Si Yeqing's side, while the others were extremely mean.

Including Si Yeqing.

However, this was not what hurt her the most. Her biggest regret was that she was not able to see her mother today.

"Sigh..."

Feng Chuchu sighed.

"Why? If you don't sell it, you will be so sad!"

Si Yeqing appeared behind her and mocked her maliciously.

Feng Chuchu's pupils contracted. She grabbed the railing of the windowsill tightly. She was not made of iron. No matter how vicious she was, she would still feel pain.

It was just that she did not have the qualifications.

In the blink of an eye, her smile was overflowing with charm.

"Where?"

As she spoke, Feng Chuchu turned around and used her jade-like hands to measure the man's lower jaw. Her stubble pierced his hand and she did not change at all.

She whispered into his ear and her tone was bewitching.

"If I want to sell it, I will sell it to you. It is a big job to pay back the money. The important thing is that I do not owe you."

With a smile on her face, Feng Chuchu's eyes lit up. She was as frivolous as a prostitute.

Si Yeqing grabbed Feng Chuchu's hand. His fingertips tightened and did not care about the woman's distorted face at all.

That face drove him crazy.

Something in his chest seemed to have suddenly exploded, burning his internal organs with corrosive heat, leaving him full of anger.

"When can you stop acting?"

Si Yeqing suppressed his anger and asked.

Cold sweat dripped down Feng Chuchu's pale face. The corner of her mouth twitched with difficulty. She forced a smile, but it was like a ferocious ghost.

"What? Hubby doesn't like it?"

She used her strength to speak in a charming tone, but her voice was trembling.

"Put away your face. I feel disgusted when I see you. Don't you know?"

Si Yeqing's voice was as cold as bone, but it still couldn't hide his mockery.

Feng Chuchu's eyes suddenly lit up. Her nose hurt and her throat felt sore. Si Yeqing's words were like sharp blades, cutting across her face.

Her heart had already withered and shattered, and her face could no longer bear it.

A mist emerged from the corner of her eyes. Feng Chuchu bit her lips but could not resist it.

The crystal fell, and the man was lost in thought for a moment.

"Hubby, I feel pain!"

Feng Chuchu used this opportunity to push away her tears and the man's violence.

Si Yeqing sneered.

Mo Ran's eyes were as black as an ancient well without any ripples, but it carried a fatal danger.

"Get lost!"

Si Yeqing's thin lips parted slightly.

"I still want to accompany my husband! I..."

Feng Chuchu continued to laugh.

"Get lost!"

The man roared angrily, causing the crowd to watch.

There were more than ten pairs of eyes beside Feng Chuchu, all of them carrying poisonous knives.

She was still smiling. She turned around and left.

Feng Chuchu's finger was on her chest, and she cast a sidelong glance at the luxurious luxury cars in the distance, which were covered in a thick layer of dust. This was the world of rich people.

If she didn't like it, she wouldn't want it. However, she sold herself for the money for half a car.

"Heh!"

Feng Chuchu still smiled. It hurt so much that she couldn't even cry.

Her heart ached and her stomach also hurt. It was like a hand twisting and stirring in her stomach. Fortunately, she had a regular stomach medicine. Without water, she could only eat it dry. It was just that her stomach still hurt.

"Miss, you are kind. Give me a bite to eat."

The old beggar blind one eye. He was wrapped in rags and his withered hand held a bowl as he knelt in front of Feng Chuchu.

Feng Chuchu sighed. She took a few notes from her wallet and put them in the bowl with the medicine bottle in her hand.

The beggar kowtowed and thanked her, crying and laughing.

She also smiled. It was a relief, but she was dumbfounded in less than three seconds.

It's over!

How can I go home without money?

Just as Feng Chuchu took 135 steps to measure the road with her feet, a white Lamborghini stopped beside her.

"Let's go! I'll drive you."

Su Cuo turned around and said to Feng Chuchu.

Feng Chuchu had her pride, but she really did not have any money.

"Thank you!" This was the only thing she could give Su Cuo.

Behind the jade railing in the distance, under the moonlight, the man was as noble as a deity. His handsome face was as cold as ice, and his ink-black eyes were hidden in the darkness.

However, he could see everything downstairs.

Feng Chuchu did not know about these things. She looked at the road in front of her and felt sad. There was a face in her head that was blurry, but she knew very well whose face it was.

It was precisely because she knew.

So she was in pain.

Out of the corner of his eye, Su Tong saw a woman in a daze. The tip of her finger, which was holding the steering wheel, suddenly tightened.

"We're here?"

The thing in front of her became more and more familiar. Feng Chuchu returned to her senses and her tone was normal.

“ En!"

Su Cuo answered in a low voice.

"Thank you! I'll be going back first. Drive slowly. "

Feng Chuchu thanked Su Cuo.

"Why did you give that beggar money?"

Su Cuo also saw Feng Chuchu's actions and he did not understand.

One. A person who loved money as much as his life, even willing to sell out his marriage morals, and even his body, would give charity to an old hag who was begging for food without any relation.

Just because it was pitiful?

Su Cuo did not believe it.

"Because I am stupid!"

Feng Chuchu mocked herself.

She did not bother to explain. She had already explained too much. They never believed her.

"I am not joking."

Su Cuo was very serious.

Feng Chuchu got out of the car, and Mrs Zhang came out with a blanket.

"Aiya, Madam, why are you wearing so thin..."

Su Cuo looked at Feng Chuchu's mansion and thought of Si Yeqing.

At this time, Si Yeqing was sitting on the sofa with wine bottles scattered on the marble table.

"I'm not playing anymore."

Si Yeqing threw the card in his hand, picked up the red wine, and swallowed it.

The luxurious private room was as cold as a cellar. If Si Yeqing said he was not playing, then it was not playing anymore.