The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

I have to say that although Feng Jue has a bad temper, she is surprisingly patient. Her legs are not good. In fact, this has little effect on skating, but she has a shadow in her heart, and she can't let go of her hands and feet.

She held Feng Jue's hand, not daring to let go.

"Let go of my hand and slide slowly by yourself," he said after teaching for about half an hour.

"No," Su Yan was startled, and shook her head violently, "I won't."

"You say you can't even try it, how cowardly are you?" Feng Jue said coldly when he heard the words, "You don't know, the more cowardly you are, the more people will laugh at you?"

He looked at Su Yan's increasingly pale face, as if he had been poked in a sore spot, and continued mercilessly, "Isn't it just lame, are you pity yourself, or do you expect others to pity you?"

"I didn't pity myself," Su Yan raised her head resolutely, "I didn't ask others to pity me."

"Then slip on well, it's no big deal," he said flatly, "I don't like my women always acting like they have a low self-esteem."

"I have no inferiority complex," Su Yan retorted subconsciously.

Yes, she has no inferiority complex, she has nothing to be ashamed of, she just has a disabled leg, and everything else is fine, that's what people around her tell her, she is beautiful and has a good family background, how many people can be brought back to life with her medical skills, She's just a little handicapped.

But, why do all the people mention her feet carefully? Her family never mentioned this topic to her, even Ziyi never mentioned it. There was only one time when Shenmu told her unintentionally, "Yan Yan, although you have no chance to stand on the stage, in my eyes, you are still radiant."

She didn't understand the meaning of Shenmu's words at that time, and even thought she was comforting her, although Shenmu would never lie just to comfort someone.

"Hmph," Feng Jue snorted lightly, "If you are not inferior, then you are very inferior."

Su Yan looked up at him in a daze, and clenched her fingers into fists.

"Hi," just when she was about to speak, a charming woman interrupted them, "Handsome guy, are you interested in playing with us?"

Feng Jue didn't even move his eyes, but Su Yan turned his head to look over. It was a young girl, quite beautiful. American girls are always very enthusiastic, and they are even more enthusiastic when they see a beautiful boy.

Originally, Su Yan didn't intend to say anything, but when she bumped into the woman, her eyes circled around her, with such undisguised contempt, she told her without any tact, just like you, don't be so good-looking man.

Su Yan suddenly smiled sweetly, "Sorry, my boyfriend wants to teach me, please go back."

She spoke English, pretty standard British English.

Damn, she is angry, dare to despise her so blatantly, think she is easy to bully, right?

The American girl gave her a disdainful look, as if she didn't believe that he was her boyfriend, and continued to strike up a conversation with Fengjue, "Handsome, let's go, there are many of us, and we can sing together at night."

Singing, the corners of her lips twitched, she couldn't imagine what this man looked like singing.

She thought coolly, girls in America are so blind. She saw a man like Feng Jue on the street, and she knew that singing would never have anything to do with his life.

She wasn't going to speak either, she was waiting for Jue Ye to speak out noble and glamorous to chase her away.

"Yeah." Unexpectedly, the man responded lightly, shook off him and was about to leave.