My sweet wife won again

Chapter 172

Shaking her little head, the girl flicked her ponytail, with a bright smile on her face, very bright.

"So, I didn't feel sorry for those girls, I beat them with my own strength?"

The man nodded, his black eyes looking at her were filled with warmth and pampering, "Why? Are you not depressed anymore?"

Feng Lingling smiled and said, "Why am I still depressed? I'm super happy now!"

Clenched his fists excitedly.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became.

How would you describe your current mood?

It feels like there are countless fireworks blooming in my heart.

Not long after, the red light at the fork in the road turned green.

Murong Chenghan restarted the car.

There was a slight smile in the man's eyes, "But then again..."

He continued to ask amusedly: "The end result is the same, do you need to be so fussy?"

"Where is it the same? One is to leave the door behind the door shamelessly, and the other is to rely on myself."

"Don't you know that being able to get through the back door is also a manifestation of ability and strength?"

Feng Lingling shook her head again and again, "I don't know, I just feel it's unfair."

Leaning on the soft back of the chair, she leisurely looked at the red sunset in the distant sky.

"I think of the ballet competition in junior high school. A classmate won No.1 because of his father's relationship with the judges."

After a pause, she continued calmly: "After that, I never learned ballet again."

"Why?" Murong Chenghan was puzzled, "Because you think it's unfair?"

"Ah."

"But there is no fairness in this world."

After the man finished speaking, the little girl sitting beside him had a small face that swelled into a ball, and she didn't refute or make a sound.

As if silently protesting.

He had no choice but to say again: "Everyone is just chasing the maximization of their own interests. If you give up the dance that you have learned for many years for an insignificant person, you will lose yourself."

"I know what you're saying," the girl said, "but I just have a knot in my heart, what can I do?"

After finishing speaking angrily, something seemed to flash through the little girl's mind, and her eyes dimmed a bit.

Murong Chenghan noticed that Feng Lingling was in a bad mood, and couldn't help turning his head to look at her, "What's wrong?"

"Think of something."

"what's up?"

"About my adoptive mother."

There was a touch of loneliness in the girl's eyes.

Before the man could ask, she spoke first, "My adoptive mother treats me very well and treats me like her own daughter. Every time I learn ballet, she accompanies me to class."

"If I remember correctly, your adoptive mother has leukemia?"

"Well," Feng Lingling nodded, "When I participated in the city ballet competition in junior high school, she was already undergoing chemotherapy."

Trying to hold back tears, she continued: "I really want to get No.1, I want to make her happy, so I practice non-stop while I can, but in the end..."

Unable to continue, Xiao Nizi wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, "I don't want to talk about this anymore, it's so annoying!"

Surrounded by the sea on all sides, the car suddenly pulled over and stopped on the emergency lane of the sea-crossing bridge on Huanhai Road.

Feng Lingling looked at him suspiciously and puzzled.

Without waiting for a question, Murong Chenghan got out of the car straight away.

He opened the co-pilot's door, unfastened her seat belt with his own hands, and dragged her to the white fence.

"Cry loudly if you want to cry, don't hold back, shout out everything you want to say!"

(End of this chapter)