Fang Liucheng, since he couldn't love me from the beginning, why did he give me so many years of dreams, and it was broken in an instant?

He noticed her, against the light, his eyes were like a secret, deep and unfathomable, his warm heart was astringent, he didn't even say hello, ignoring his existence, and wanted to go upstairs directly, but his arm was tightly held by Fang Liucheng.

"Warm!"

"Let it go!" Warm her body trembled, waving his hand away, she still couldn't face Fang Liucheng as usual, "Young Master Fang, this kind of shabby little place can't accommodate your big Buddha." ”

"How do you think of my proposal?"

Warm sneer, "When your ...... Mistress? ”

"What better option do you have?"

"Fang Liucheng, you are really ridiculous, when I love you, you don't want to. Now that my father is in prison, and our mother and daughter are living on the streets, but you put on such a benefactor's face, it's really disgusting, is it true that Young Master Fang is really in love with me? ”

"In love with you?" Fang Liucheng sneered and curled the corners of his lips, and his cold face became even more ruthless, "You are not qualified enough." ”

Although he knew his thoughts, he treated her coldly, and the warmth was still hurt by this sentence, but her smile appeared on her face, she was left with nothing by Fang Liucheng, and she couldn't even have no self-esteem.

"Young Master Fang, you really have a unique taste, you even want to be a woman who is not qualified to climb you, and a is not qualified enough, why don't you get a." The corners of his warm lips sneered, not wanting to say more to him, so he turned around and left.

Fang Liucheng was angry, her warm temperament had always been soft and gentle, like a fresh lily, but since her twentieth birthday, her family had changed overnight, and her whole body seemed to be covered with thorns.

This kind of angry and vicious words will not be said in the warmth of the past.

"You don't have a choice, unless you want your dad to live in prison for the rest of your life."

Warm breathing, anger suddenly rose, waving his hand in the face, Fang Liucheng clasped her hand, warmth could not break free, his eyes were angry, Fang Liucheng's cold voice sounded, "You are still gentle and pitiful." ”

"Let go of my sister." Wen Jing rushed over, holding a long wooden stick, regardless of swinging it towards Fang Liucheng, Wen Wen was taken aback, Fang Liucheng let go of her, dodging Wen Jing's wooden stick.

Wen Jing looked cold, holding a wooden stick, pulling the warmth back, like a hen protecting a chick, protecting "Get out!" ”

This little sister is free and taciturn, but very hard.