Chapter 110

Fu Xiaoqian was tired from crying. Her brain was as heavy as lead. She began to sleep again. When she woke up the next morning, Liao Zhenbo was neither in bed nor indoors.

She stood up, but fell down again. Later, she didn't hurry to get up. She lay on the bed for a while, and then she was lifted out of bed. She forgot that she hadn't eaten for three days. She walked out of the bedroom barefoot in her nightgown, but collapsed in the hallway.

Later, Liao Zhenbo came over and picked her up. The heat in his palm penetrated through his nightgown, eroding Fu Xiaoqian's already hot body. Instead of taking her back to her room, he held her through the corridor and down the stairs. Then Zhang Yu and Gao Haoyan opened the door. Fu Xiaoqian lived here in darkness for three days, and finally came into contact with the outside world on the fourth day The world.

She is no longer in tears, weak as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, the past is like yesterday's death, and the chastity she once gave infinite beautiful imagination is caught off guard, and can never be recovered.

Fu Xiaoqian's present state of mind is like being held in Liao Zhenbo's arms at the moment. She is dangling in his powerful arms, helpless and helpless. It seems that she can only rely on him for a while.

They walk in the forest path, here is the suburb of G City, less the bustle of the city, more the bleak and quiet of the countryside. The dense trees and the outstretched branches make the narrow path even narrower.

Liao Zhenbo doesn't feel crowded. He likes the comfort and enjoys the peace. Thanks to the poetic woods, he thinks of the footpath in G Dali. He thinks of the thing he has always dreamed of, that is, to walk that footpath with her, or to talk about the past, or the present, or the future.

Now his dream has come true, so he doesn't want to end too fast. He holds her and walks slowly, as if he could walk for a lifetime.

In such a place, it seems that all the joys and sorrows can be left behind when we leave. In primary school, when Fu Xiaoqian saw other children after school, there were always parents or relatives waiting at the school gate, eager to see them. When she saw her children coming out, she would stride forward and hold them in her arms. At that time, when she was young, she would be compassionate and feel that she was born of the wrong gender, so she could not get such family affection.

When she was in junior high school, she realized that it was not the gender that caused the trouble, but because she was born in the wrong family. She was destined to be unpleasant, so even heaven wanted to put her in danger. She always had some accidents one after another, and was always in danger for no reason.

She lives in fear, but no one can tell. At that young age, "who wants her to die" was like a magic spell, holding her tightly. But she found that her strength was so small that she began to accept her fate and give up.

Until the appearance of the woman in purple, told her that as long as strong to live, there is still hope. She chose to believe that she was no longer compassionate. She rekindled her hope. For a better future, she chose to live in a "muddle headed" way.

Today, 24 years later, she found that life is not a person's business, not that you choose to give up some things, you can get the peace you want. It's even sadder to find that if it's not something you're trying to maintain, it will follow you all the way. So she cherishes the maintenance of the home, and no parents pay attention to her happiness and sorrow, looking at the past, is relying on, but also hurt her most.

Liao Zhenbo is also silent because he is not sure if she wants to talk to him. After all, it's good to take her out for a walk. Maybe she will have an appetite when she goes back?

Fu Xiaoqian opened her mouth and said, "you have no right to imprison me."

"What do I imprison you for?" Liao Zhenbo responded to what happened. He laughed and explained, "I just think you need a little time to digest and adapt. So it's not a pleasure for you to stay in a place like this

Liao Zhenbo said frankly. To Fu Xiaoqian, this is no different from imprisonment. Since they say it's not imprisonment, it's not imprisonment.

She's too lazy to argue.

"When can I get out?" She asked this sentence is not that she has bowed to his hypocrisy, she just more understand what she wants in the end. The first time to update

"anytime, as long as you want." How could Liao Zhenbo not know what his wife thought.

Now that she has become Liao Zhenbo's woman, the rest of him is not so anxious, not urgent, really not urgent!

In other words, at the other end of the city, Fu Yanbing has been really angry since he was invited by Liao Zhenbo to attend the Hongmen banquet.

As soon as he got home, he took off his clothes and threw them on the ground. He thought it was too simple. He looked down on Liao Zhenbo. He thought that with Fu Xiaoqian's amulet, he was really confident.

Unexpectedly, it was also this amulet, but Liao Zhenbo used it to give himself a warning.

"What's the matter with you? Are you angry with that boy? You see, how can I tell you not to go? You don't want to go, but you don't believe in evil. You are in a hurry to go. Now you're angry. You've started playing at home again. " Wang Yan came down from the upstairs and saw Fu Yanbing's shirt patted on the ground. She even stepped on her feet. This action is really childish. People like him have lost their manners when they do this kind of behavior.She is not soft words to her husband, she has her own calculation in her heart, "you say Fu Xiaoqian that girl is also, how can you watch his father be humiliated?" She came over and picked up the shirt on the floor. "Tut Tut, it's true that girls are extroverted. You said that when we brought her up, we arched her with good food and good drink. She was good, and the hand that feeds the hand that feeds the hand that feeds the hand

"What are you talking about?" Fu Yanbing was more than Wang Yan's incessant grumbling in time. He glanced around and found that there was no outsider. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He gave Wang Yan a fierce look and warned, "there are too many people with mixed words. Be careful when you speak later."

when he went to the sofa, when he reached for the tea, he saw the set of tea set brought by Liao Zhenbo, which he held in his hand, Suddenly raised up, exerting ruthless force will hit down.

"Yo, yo, yo, you're taking it out on baby? You smash it. I'm afraid no matter how much you smash, no one else will see it. " After Wang Yan saw Fu Yanbing's action, she didn't stop it directly. Instead, she raised her voice and analyzed her immediate interests.

Fu Yanbing looks back at Wang Yan suspiciously. He thinks to himself that the pillow man, who has never been in his eyes, tells a truth today. He slowly retracts his hand in the air. Although the man is not in his heart, it's not pleasant, but the object he sent is very nice to him. It's broken, but he's really the only one who is sad.

"It seems that we really have to think about it." Fu Yanbing leaned on the back of the sofa and sipped the cup. His eyes were thin and narrow, showing the light of calculation.

"That's right." Wang Yan stretched out her hand to block her chest and took extra care of the chain she was wearing around her neck. She was afraid that she would bump into it.

This chain is the precious agate that Liao Zhenbo gave her when she came here last time. It's a bit unlucky for the ancients to wear it, but it's also imbued with the aura of generations. When a friend came over a while ago, she went upstairs to wear this agate necklace. Although he is a friend, he is also a high-pressure and low-level master. I don't see that I have become a relative with Liao Zhenbo and run here for three days. It's just jealousy. I want to see if I can get the protection I deserve when I climb up the big tree of Liao Zhenbo.

When she saw the chain around her neck, the expression at that time, Wang Yan now think is very relieved. In the rich circle, these wives usually have no other hobbies, that is, they are happy to get some clothes and jewelry.

Each has developed a sharp eye that can distinguish the true from the false at a glance, which saves Wang Yan a lot of words and doesn't need to waste saliva to explain the truth.

"It's extraordinary to get involved with Mr. Liao. I saw the necklace around your neck at the auction with my husband, and the reserve price was the same." Then the rich lady opened her fingers and shook them high.

Although it's not clear whether ten thousand or ten million will be followed, we are all in the same circle. We can hear each other's wealth. We can read it from each other's eyes. Whether the other party can afford it or not can be enough to judge what is following the finger.

Wang Yan was dissatisfied with this wife's rude remarks, but her eyes greatly satisfied her vanity.

"These are nothing. Zhenbo will send several pieces every time he comes. You say I'm alone. Where can I wear them?" Then she took a sip of tea. During the interval, she saw the lady's resentful eyes.

At that time, she thought, this big tree must be grasped.

But Fu Yanbing seems to be different from her careful thinking. He has his own far-reaching plan, but the process coincides. "It seems that we have to hold Qianqian's thigh."

"Go, give Qianqian a call. We haven't contacted each other for a long time, and the family relationship will fade. That's not good." His eyes looked out of the window at a certain point, his eyelids trembled, and the light came out with hatred.

What the ancients said sometimes makes people really unable to fight.

How much you hate a person, then how much you love a person.

Fu Yanbing has a deep understanding of this sentence.