My wife is going to be a scumbag today

Chapter 675 Don't know how to wear more?
I didn't expect you to be so vulnerable, this time I won again. "

"Pooh."

Nian turned her head slowly and abruptly, spitting the saliva accumulated in her mouth onto her face.

The smile on Su Wanwan's face was gradually replaced by anger, with murderous eyes, "The years are slow, you don't know..."

"Snapped."

The hand she extended was slowly caught by Nian, who was faster than her, and slapped her across the face.

"Su Wanwan, I'm at the end of the road right now. I advise you not to mess with me, or I will die with you right away. I'll ask you if you're afraid."

"..."

Su Wanwan's pupils twitched violently, but she didn't dare to say anything more.

"Humph."

Nian slowly pushed her away, turned around, and continued walking forward with his weak feet.

She was wearing thin clothes, and the evening wind blew coldly across her skin, but it couldn't resist the coldness of her heart. She didn't eat at night, and she had struggled for too long, and she almost lost all the strength in her body.

She took a wrong step and trusted the wrong person, that's why she ended up like this.

His eyes were sore, and he wanted to cry, but he felt powerless that he couldn't cry.

She walked straight along the empty street, without Yan Jingnian, she didn't know where else to go.

A black Bentley slowly stopped not far in front of her.

Open the door.

Fu Shaocheng stood in front of her, her emaciated appearance made his heart ache.

Nian's eyes slowly turned red, and the two stared at each other for a long time.

"Don't you know how to wear more?"

In the end, Fu Shaocheng took off his coat and approached her, and thoughtfully put it on for her.

The two sat in the back seat in silence, and Bentley slowly drove towards Yuncheng.

"Why did you come?"

Fu Shaocheng turned his head to the side, unable to suppress the pain in his heart, his throat felt dry, "Go to the hospital, it can be cured."

"Ah."

Nian slowly smiled disappointedly, "There is no one in the world who suffers from this disease and survives intact. It cannot be cured."

Fu Shaocheng looked at her quietly, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to cover her cold hand.

"..."

Nian slowly and instinctively withdrew his hand and shrank to the side, "I'm a plague now, it's better not to get close to me."

There was grief in Fu Shaocheng's eyes, and he grabbed her hand stubbornly, "Do you think I will be afraid?"

"..."

She looked at him silently, if he was afraid, he wouldn't come here.

She finally withdrew her hand, hid it silently, pretending to be indifferent, "I hurt you so much, why do you still come to me."

Fu Shaocheng opened his mouth, but did not speak in the end.

The car slowly drove into the villa area and stopped under a certain villa.

Nian slowly stood at the door, staring at the house in front of him that he had lived in for a year, with various emotions surging in his heart.

If she hadn't been so downcast, I'm afraid it would be difficult for her to return to this place. For some reason, Nian slowly felt a strong sense of guilt in her heart.

"come in."

Fu Shaocheng took her hand and walked inside.

"Shao Cheng."

Nian slowly withdrew his hand, his feet stiffened in place, looked at him complicatedly and said, "Thank you, I shouldn't bother you anymore."

She turned around and left.

Fu Shaocheng was stunned for a few seconds before chasing out the gate of the yard, panting and shouting, "Nian slowly."

"He doesn't believe you, I believe you, this is your home...you say you are homeless, you have no place to belong, so take this as your natal home, if you are wronged and hurt outside, come back here to heal your wounds .”

(End of this chapter)