Chapter Twenty-Nine: Looks Like a Vixen

When the three of them returned to Qingfeng Villa, the relevant news had already come out, but whenever the Feng family was involved, everyone always liked to diverge their thinking, and in less than two hours, the discussion on the Internet had fermented unpresentably.

The video of Fang Yishui's sudden appearance at the engagement scene was secretly filmed and uploaded to the Internet by those standing outside the flower barrier at the scene. It stands to reason that she is the victim, but it turns out that she is the one who is scolded the most.

Seeing that there were tears in her eyes, some people said that she looked like a fake white lotus. The following was a lot of praise and echoing, saying that she looked like a vixen.

Someone broke the news that she couldn't be found in a wealthy family, obviously because a toad wanted to eat Feng Beiling's swan meat, but unfortunately she was not as atmospheric as Chen Yanling, and she had a small family spirit.

Immediately afterwards, I don't know how a topic appeared #Get out of Nancheng at night#, so that she could return Nancheng to a clean place.

Fang Yishui only knew that he was famous when he saw the popular push on his phone, oh no, he was famous to the evening.

She looked at the comments and said that she was not angry at all and that it was fake. She is not a saint, and she is not Buddha-nature enough to take everything so lightly.

She thought it was ridiculous, when did she, an ordinary person, have such the ability to stir up the entire southern city in turmoil? It seems that if she is not in Nancheng, Nancheng can really be clean.

She quickly registered on Weibo, looked for comments that helped her speak, and liked them vigorously.

After two minutes of rolling, she rubbed her dry eyes and paused suddenly.

They scolded her, but it was Xiang Wan who carried the black pot, it was Xiang Wan who was pitiful, and Xiang Wan was the one who should be angry, what was she excited about here?

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, tried to suppress her restless emotions, took out the box and began to pack her things.

When she picked up the floral dress that Feng Beiling gave her, her heart fluttered slightly, and the ripples scattered.

After a moment's pause, she put her clothes back in the closet. Throw it away or not, let him be, she can't take away such expensive clothes.

When she packed up and pushed the box out, the fat aunt was still cooking.

Chen Zui sat on the sofa in the living room flipping through the magazine, and after hearing the voice, he glanced at Fang Yishui and lowered his head to continue flipping through the magazine.

As soon as he turned the page, he came back to his senses and looked at her again: "Where are you going with the box?" Don't tell me you're running away from home. ”

"Home? This is not my home, where did I come from? Fang Yishui felt funny, forgot to restrain his emotions for a while, and the self-deprecation at the corner of his mouth was seen by Chen Zui.

Smiling and laughing, her heart suddenly became bitter. How many times, when she sat on the sofa after dinner, Feng Beiling suddenly returned in the night.

At that time, when she heard the voice, she would look towards the door, and every time she would meet his smiling eyes, he would laugh softly and ask half-jokingly, "Are you waiting for me, do you miss me like this?" ”

Fang Yishui retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes to look at his toes, and sucked in his slightly sour nose by the way.

Chen Zui felt that she was a little different at this moment. It's not as supple as the information he seized, and it seems to be very strong.

However, he did not forget his mission, and muttered to her: "Before Abei comes back, you can't go anywhere." ”

Seeing that Fang Yishui was angry with his cheeks, he continued to complain angrily: "You and I love to care about your things? Lao Tzu should have been drinking wine and eating meat and watching the girl touch the cards now! ”

Fang Yishui glanced at him and put the box aside: "Then I'll go out for a walk, this is always okay, right?"

Chen Zui is an idle master, and after staying in the villa for a while, he felt bored, so he immediately stood up and patted his suit pants: "Okay!" I'm with you! ”

Fang Yishui ignored him anymore and walked out of the villa with his head buried.

Chen Zui followed behind with his hands in his pockets, jumping on the flower platform for a while, stepping on the grass for a while, and biting a small flower at the corner of his mouth for a while.

Feng Beiling looks very calm, how can he have such a naΓ―ve friend?

Fang Yishui pursed his lips, didn't look at Chen Zui again, and unconsciously quickened his pace to get away from him. At this moment, she urgently needs to be alone and quiet, and tidy up the mess in her heart.

When she walked to the flower gallery, she saw from a distance that there were many people digging in front of her to plant sunflowers. Sunflowers are the kind that are ready to be released, and the roots are transported along with the soil.

Fang Yishui's heartstrings suddenly fluttered, remembering the scene when Feng Beiling asked her what flowers she liked that day here.

Is it a coincidence?

But as far as she knew, Qingfeng Villa, together with the garden and grassland in front of it, should belong to Feng Beiling.

She didn't dare to think about it, because her heartbeat began to be disordered again, but her own affection was often exchanged for self-inflicted humiliation.

After a while, when she caught a glimpse of the sunflower field that had begun to take shape, her breath couldn't help but tighten for half a beat.

At this time, Chen Zui caught up and saw the sunflower as soon as he raised his eyes.

He whistled and shook his eyebrows: "Abei is really wealthy, when did you have the heart to toss flowers and plants?" It's not the same when you have a woman. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Fang Yishui meaningfully.