(172) Don't blame me

"What would happen to you if I wanted Fang Luyao to propose?" Yan Shaocheng asked me such a sentence at this time, and it didn't seem to be lethal at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He should probably say this to a woman who loves him, and I believe it will be sad. But it didn't seem to make much sense to me.

"You should be glad it's a time of peace, or I'll kill you. That way, I'll have more chances of winning in the future. "If it's really like what he said, I will not hesitate to use all my strength to deal with Yan Shaocheng.

That's all I have to do with my life. It's like a machine needs oil.

"Really? You should also be glad that this is a time of peace, otherwise I dare not guarantee that you will not be tied up by me now. Yan Shaocheng's words sounded like he was threatening me, what I did to him, he would do to me.

"Yan Shaocheng, are you letting me be bad?" I asked him with a child's voice, and I knew he wouldn't let him, because I said Fangzheng, and our common goal was Fangzheng.

"Then are you in love with me?" Yan Shaocheng also asked me in my way, and he knew that I wouldn't, so he took the opportunity to answer me.

"Am I not trying?" I don't answer him arbitrarily, I know that I don't love him, and I won't in the future, but I'm happy to lie to him, and he knows that I'm lying to him.

Yan Shaocheng I want to lie to you, but you know that I am lying to you, you don't debunk it, but you don't go to be fooled, this kind of behavior is worse than fighting back.

"I'm afraid it's hard for you to learn." Yan Shaocheng's words were very absolute, as if he saw everything about me, as if he had seen everything about me.

"Do you know you still believe me?" I nestled in the quilt and rubbed the quilt, and the quilt was so slippery.

"If I believe you, I'll be killed by you." Yan Shaocheng said this with a little tenderness, but it was really not good.

"I didn't want to hurt you, but you're in my way. What do you say I can do. "I said it as if it was entirely his fault, and I was deliberately doing it to him.

"I'll take you in, can't we go together?" I have a little love for Yan Shaocheng's words, as if he really loves me.

"But you will cross the river and tear down the bridge, so what will I do if you leave?" I understood what he meant, and asked him about his actions.

Yan Shaocheng can really do this kind of thing by crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. He's going to overthrow my position in the square.

"I'll take you with me when I'm gone." Yan Shaocheng's words are like a promise at the moment, but they are really out of place.

I'm sleeping under the covers at the moment, and I can't believe what he says.

"Then you're done, I'll pester you for the rest of my life." I said it very seriously, Yan Shaocheng and I may really be entangled for the rest of our lives.

Because of love, so entangled for life? That doesn't belong to me and Yan Shaocheng, I and Yan Shaocheng are entangled interests, and it's not clear.

"Then you come and pester me, I think you want to die." Yan Shaocheng spoke softly, and there was an attraction in this word, as if his words had magic, as if he wanted to hug me, and his forehead wanted to hug him tightly.

"Then tonight, at Fang Luyao's birthday banquet, you can hug me." My language was calm, and there were only a few words in my words.

I admit that I have always had a purpose, and because I have a purpose, I am so powerful.

I have to use Yan Shaocheng, I can't say that our cooperation is only for him to use my share.

I hung up and tossed my phone aside.

Thinking quietly under the covers, I wrapped the quilt tightly around my body, as if someone was hugging me tightly. The sense of security I lacked was not something that Yan Shaocheng could give, and only I could understand.

My jealousy, my pain, my badness, my decisiveness, my calculations, and everything about me are all this person who belongs to Fang Luyao's soul-lacking.

A soul in need of warmth, like the shell of the walking dead.

I closed my eyes and lay quietly on the bed. The tears in the corners of his eyes slipped down at this moment.

Don't blame me, Fang Jingxian's heart was fragile.

Don't blame me, Fang Jingxian is not invincible.

Don't blame me, Fang Jingxian's fate is not like this.

Don't blame me, Fang Jingxian's warmth was stolen.

Don't blame me, Fang Jingxian's world is hopeless.

Don't blame me, Fang Jingxian's life is destined to be dark.

Don't blame me, Fang Jingxian has no love, so it hurts.

Don't blame me, I didn't have a choice.

Don't blame me, no one is to be trusted.

Don't blame me, everyone lied to me.

I really don't blame me, and I don't want to become the current Fang Jingxian.

Why am I so sad?

Why is Yan Shaocheng's promise so ridiculous, and why didn't Qiao Yinan take me away when I believed it at the beginning?

Why do Yan Shaocheng and I have to use each other, why am I so tired?

I'm really tired because of fate.

My mother, Pan Wanlin, threw everything to me, and I had to bear it alone.

In fact, Fang Jingxian is not without a heart, but hidden in the deepest place.

I envy Fang Luyao, her happiness is something I can't have. My fate seems to be cursed, cursed in the deepest darkness.

I don't know if Yan Shaocheng is a bit like me, cursed by fate.

I seem to have sunk into the deepest darkness.

For a long time, I dreamed. It is like waking up to the feeling of falling from a height. Woke up sweaty.

I just looked at my watch, and it was already half past ten.

I wiped my sweat and got out of bed.

The bathroom mirror told me that my eyes were a little red, and I deliberately covered them. The kiss marks on his neck have disappeared, and it seems that Yan Shaocheng is a lot more merciful. I sneered, otherwise I would have been fully exposed if I wore a dress today.

No matter how I am, I must be a proud peacock, and I must not be a discouraged donkey.

Especially when facing Fang Luyao, I must not bow my head.

It's just a simple cleanup, and a hairstylist will come over to style me tonight, so I don't want to pay too much attention to it at this time.

When he came out after freshening up, he found that Fang's house was empty.

Sure enough, no one will notice my existence, and today's protagonist is not me, which is why my desolation is even more prominent. Comparison always leads to truth.

I sneered, as if to laugh at myself.

Walk into the kitchen and simply take the milk out of the fridge. Also find some bread and jam.

At this time, everyone was busy, and I thought that even if the Fang family caught fire, maybe they wouldn't care, because they knew that there was only me in the house.

I took a bite of bread and drank milk. Just think that you are very happy and live very freely.

I don't live comfortably in the Fang family, and the people of the Fang family are not something I can influence. More of a ridiculous way.

That's why it's even more rare at this moment.

I can only steal happiness in the shadow of others, the so-called happiness of one.

(To be continued.) )