Loser In Love: Shut up, Bitch!

LAN Qin finished and hung up the phone.

The street cars come and go, the crowd is crowded, but she does not know which side to go with the flow of people?

Time is really heartless, taking away a lot of memories of the good, Lanqin feel that the past eight years, finally in today's more and more far away.

But what she didn't know was that the scum man in her mouth was granted Jixiang, which was really slag.

After LAN Qin hung up, Feng Jixiang drove directly to Zhou Feifei's house.

From the cat's eye to see that frown is full of heroic man, Zhou Feifei's heart suddenly clear up. He still came to see himself? He didn't forget himself

Zhou Feifei ran back to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She was in a bad state. She took the liquid foundation and painted her face, but she found her face pale.

The doorbell reminded me again that there was not enough time. Zhou Feifei had to grab lipstick and daub her lips to make her look better.

She hurriedly ran to the door, opened the door from inside, squeezed out a smile to Feng Jixiang and tried to use a sweet voice: "are you here?"

Feng Jixiang saw that she looked good, not as fragile as Lanqin said. He frowned slightly and asked, "what did you say to Lanqin?"

Zhou Feifei felt herself drenched in cold water from head to toe.

He thought he was coming to see himself, but he heard such a sentence.

"What did you tell her?" Feng Jixiang grabbed Zhou Feifei's arm impatiently, "can you stop making trouble. You know we can't, even if I'm not with Lanqin, I won't be with you, Feifei, the previous things are really my fault, but I didn't expect you to make fun of yourself as your heart? Didn't we have a good agreement before? We just comforted each other... "

Zhou Feifei shook Feng Jixiang's hand fiercely, and the corner of her eyes was filled with crystal tears. She bit her lip with lipstick, so that she could not cry out in front of him, so that she would not lose face any more.

"Don't complain to Lanqin in the future, OK? I can give you whatever you want, money, house, car, but love, no, Feifei, I don't love you. Maybe it's cruel to you, but that's the truth. " Feng Jixiang's brows wrinkled more and more tightly. When he saw Zhou Feifei's eyes slightly red, he was not heartless. If he was not cruel, she would never give up.

Feng Jixiang doesn't know if he and Lanqin are still possible, but he knows that he doesn't love Zhou Feifei.

"You don't have to remind me over and over that you don't love me..." Zhou Feifei murmured for a long time, "you don't have to hurt my heart again and again, Feng Jixiang. If you don't love me, please don't hurt me again, OK? Child, our child has been killed by you. What else do you want to do? Do you want to kill me

Zhou Feifei said and cried out, facing Lanqin, she can show the most ferocious face, but in the face of Feng Jixiang, she is always weak, in front of him, she has only failed, only bow down to admit defeat. She slowly crouched down and hugged her knee, shivering.

Feng Jixiang found that Lan Qin's words were not true. Zhou Feifei lost a lot of weight. She had just lost her child. She was so excited by herself before she recovered. Could she not stand it?

Looking at the girl crying with her knees, Feng Jixiang is a little impatient. He bit his teeth and went up to hold Zhou Feifei in his arms: "don't cry."

Zhou Feifei struggled to get down to the ground, but was stopped by Ji Xiang: "don't make trouble! I'll take you back. You've just miscarried. You're not in good health. Stay with me

Zhou Feifei's original heart is still fragmented, suddenly heard him say so, the whole person was stunned.

What's the situation?

Feng Jixiang looked at her and sighed: "I'm not so cold-blooded. What I said to you is just to let you know that I don't love you, but I don't want you to be so ungrateful of yourself. Let's go. I'll take you back and say yes, just for the convenience of taking care of you."

For Zhou Feifei, Feng Jixiang's ambiguous attitude is beneficial to her. Even if he doesn't love himself, as long as he is by his side, he still has a chance.

Zhou Feixiang found this season's soft rib.

He has always been such an ambiguous temperament, otherwise Lanqin would not break up with him like this.

But for Lanqin, fengjixiang's temperament is arsenic, but for himself, it's sweet if Yi.

Feng Jixiang's appearance makes the plot have a 360 degree reversal. Zhou Feifei lies on his chest, listening to the voice in his chest, and secretly decides that as long as he is around, there will be a chance.

She doesn't know why she is so infatuated. Maybe, this is what Lanqin used to have, and she will take it as her own.

Feng Jixiang did not arrange for Zhou Feifei to live in his own house, but arranged her in the opposite door of his own, and then found a special aunt to wash and cook for her and help her to take care of her body.

Even so, Zhou Feifei is very satisfied. Grasping men's compassion is often the most advantageous weapon for women.Besides, Lanqin, after she came home that day, it was strange to see that there was no sound at home. She pushed open the door of Feng Qi Tian's bedroom. He was lying on the bed with a pale face and a slight frown. She did not even hear him open the door.

Seeing his handsome and handsome face, Lanqin felt that the anger she had suffered today disappeared. She crept up to him and raised her hand to touch his head.

It's not too hot.

She took back her hand carefully, but as soon as she moved, she was suddenly caught by Feng Qitian. But Feng Qitian was obviously closed. Did he just hear himself come in and pretend to sleep?

"What, pretending to sleep frightens me?" Lanqin homeopathy with the other hand to hold his hand's arm, concerned about the tunnel, "feel like a fever, still uncomfortable?"

Feng Qitian opened his eyes slowly. There was blood in his eyes. He shook his head weakly and said wrongly, "if you don't come back, I will die..."

Looking at his aggrieved look, Lanqin unexpectedly some, some guilt, as if he really out of too long.

She patted him on the back of his hand: "I'll get the thermometer and measure it for you. And, what do you want to eat, I'll do it..."

Feng Qitian shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to eat. My throat hurts. I want to drink water."

Lanqin nodded quickly, got up to help him pour water, and then conveniently took the thermometer.

She picked up Feng Qitian, fed him a few mouthfuls, and then handed him the thermometer: "take another measurement."

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