The anger in her heart instantly made her lose her mind.

Jin Yuwei immediately hung up the phone, opened WeChat to find the contact, and sent out a large line of words crackling.

[Dream of 900 Million Young Men]: Nie Mingche, why did you withdraw the lawsuit for me?! Xiao Bixue wants to use the matter of a ruptured stomach to send me to prison, don't you know!? Why did you make the decision for me to forgive her?! Do you think you deceived Gu Xilou into withdrawing the lawsuit, and I can't help it?! I'm telling you, I'm not going to give up so easily, I'm going to appeal to the court again! I must let Xiao Bixue go to jail! I treat you as an uncle and my dearest, and that's how you helped them stab me?!

The tears of grievance flowed down instantly with the moment the send button was sent.

All the anger and sadness in her heart were all frustrated at this moment, and she stood alone on the festive street, as if she was out of place as a lonely ghost.

At the door of the consortium, Fu Yanxing finished his day's work, and Qin Ye was preparing to get off work with him.

Just as he was about to go to the parking lot to pick up the car, Qin Ye saw a familiar figure squatting on the side of the road opposite.

He shouted, "Third Master, look...... Isn't that that, little princess? ”

Fu Yanxing stopped, turned around, and in the surging crowd, a lost figure was squatting on the side of the road.

His expression froze slightly, and he couldn't help frowning, "You get off work first." ”

With that, he walked towards the crowd.

Qin Ye caught a glimpse of Fu Yanxing's appearance, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise a smile.

*

Jin Yu's eyes were slightly out of focus, she squatted there in a daze, her legs lost her intuition due to the cold wind, and her fingers were cold.

The eyes and nose looked more and more like a poor little rabbit because of crying and the wind blew.

Above his head, a familiar voice suddenly came.

"Squatting here at night to blow the wind, isn't it cold?"

The man's voice was deep and pleasant, with a soothing power.

Like a spring left behind by the gurgling on the mountain, it slowly flowed into the bottom of her heart.

The girl looked up in amazement and looked at the man above her. I don't want to be seen by him in my embarrassed appearance, for fear that he will laugh at him.

She slowly lowered her head and said against her will, "It's not cold." ”

Fu Yanxing didn't speak, and looked at her deeply.

The problem of hard mouth has not changed at all.

He advised, "If you want to cry, don't squat on the side of the road and cry, let people see the joke." ”

These words seemed to hit some switch in Jin Yuwei's heart, she hurriedly looked around, and the flow of people was really large.

Someone was already throwing strange glances at him.

The girl lowered her head in embarrassment, and said angrily, "Pull me ......"

The slender white hand stretched out, Fu Yanxing lowered his eyes, glanced at her lightly, held the girl's hand, and pulled her up.

It was probably because the cold wind had been blowing for a long time, and the girl's hands were extremely cold, as cold as iron.

Jin Yu flipped through the bag slightly, only to find that there were no tissues. As a last resort, she set her eyes on Nie Mingche and shouted in a low voice, "Uncle Fu......"

Fu Yanxing frowned at her, "What's wrong?" ”

"You have ...... Paper towels? The girl asked.

She secretly lifted her eyelids and glanced at Fu Yanxing's expression.

It's the expected frowning and disgusting face again. She pursed her lips and said dejectedly, "...... Never mind. ”