A bland sentence.

Undisguised threats.

Ke Jing's expression changed slightly.

Fu Chi got up, rubbed the ring, and said lightly: "You don't have to explain, anyway, sooner or later I will sit in the position of the Fu family, and sooner or later my mother will be moved back to be buried with my father, you ruined her reputation, isn't this for this?" ”

"Now that you're in, I've got to get some of the people who stayed outside, didn't I?"

Ke Jing clenched his fists.

The body is shaking.

His lips stared at Fu Chi bloodlessly.

Not a word came out.

Fu Chi obviously didn't mean to talk nonsense with her more.

He got up.

"At most, think about it carefully, for the rest of your life, you have to atone for your sins well, and the evil you have done will always be returned to you." His thin lips tugged, and he looked at the woman condescendingly: "Father dislikes and dislikes the most in his life, but you have done the things he hates the most in his life, you must not die so quickly to stain his eyes." ”

The words fell.

He turned away.

Ke Jing looked at his back, his eyes gradually reddening.

After a long time, she smiled bitterly, let out a sigh of relief, and muttered to herself with a pale face.

"Xiting ......"

"I can't hurt your son......"

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The pavement is now frozen with ice.

The temperature plummeted and froze overnight.

Jiang Ruan stood next to the car.

She lowered her head, the lower half of her face was shrunk in the scarf, her eyes were fixed on the ice under her feet, the soles of her feet were slipping on it, there were no people in this position, and there were no vehicles, so the ice did not melt for a while to clean up.

The sound of the door opening was heard from behind.

She turned her head to look.

The man walked out of it, his expression unchanged.

Jiang Ruan pulled down the scarf a little.

"How? What is the evidence? ”

All of a sudden, there is some ironclad proof.

What else was unexpected about what happened back then?

Fu Chi lowered her eyes, the girl was afraid of the cold, her cheeks were red after a while, and the tip of her nose was red, but she was a little less arrogant and a little more delicate.

He pulled the scarf back on for Jiang Ruan, opened the car door and let her get into the car.

"Someone anonymously sent a video of the curtain year, but that person didn't leave any information, it has been identified, no fake has been made, and the video is real."

Jiang Ruan raised his eyebrows, "Who do you think it will be?" ”

Fu Chi thought about it.

He lowered his eyes and smiled.

"It's a friend."

Jiang Ruan didn't particularly understand.

"Who?"

The man started the car, and a nice voice echoed in his ears: "Poetry and rain." ”

She was amazed.

"She?"

Fu Chi nodded lightly: "In the fire back then, it was not only my mother and me, but also her. ”

At that time, Shiguanyu's location was not particularly dangerous, so she was not too seriously injured, but she was just playful and fell off the wall, and later her family explained that she injured her head, and her memory was also missing, and she recuperated for a long time, and almost didn't save her life.

Now think about it.

It's just a means for poetry to protect itself.

In addition, the relationship between the two families can be regarded as good friends.

At that time, his mother was splashed with dirty water by Ke Jing, the Fu family had given up investigating the truth, and she was indifferent, and it was not difficult to think about why she had not made a sound, although Shi Guanyu was old, but after all, it was the kind of family that grew up, and her ideas would always be more mature.

She is probably also a poet who has lived this matter, and the poet has to choose to ignore it, what can she do as a child?

After all, no one wants to wade into this troubled water.