In her dictionary, there is no idiom for wagging her tail and begging for mercy.

Luo Nanchu felt that she was really brave.

If you want to get out of a relationship, you have to break your bones.

She couldn't imagine how long twenty-two years were. It was five-sixths of the way through life, and even if Feng Jin was a thorn, it had already penetrated into the cracks of the bones and grown with flesh and blood.

And now Hua Rong is going to pull it out directly.

Does that really hurt?

It is definitely not much less painful than her losing Fu Tingyuan.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Huarong, it's me."

It was Feng Jin's voice.

Luo Nanchu turned his head to look at Hua Rong, and saw that the corners of Hua Rong's lips with a cigarette slowly flowed out of a bit of sarcasm.

With a slight "pop", the door was pushed open from the outside, Feng Jin stood at the door, and then hesitantly raised his head to look in.

When he saw Hua Rong, he seemed to be slightly relieved, walked inside, and saw Luo Nanchu, who was wrapped in a blanket with Hua Rong, and said to her very politely: "Miss Luo, can you make it convenient, I want to talk to my wife." ”

Luo Nanchu turned his head and glanced at Hua Rong.

The other party held a cigarette, raised his chin at her, and said softly: "Chuchu, you go back to sleep first." ”

Luo Nanchu didn't shirk much.

Just like Fu Tingyuan said, no matter how worried she was about Hua Rong, the matter between Hua Rong and Feng Jin was indeed their family matter.

She couldn't get her hands on it.

Luo Nanchu nodded and said softly, "Then you go to bed early." ”

Hua Rong smiled, "Hmm." You too. ”

Luo Nanchu walked out, and the last thing he heard was Hua Rong's lazy and indifferent voice, and her words with a little disgust: "What else do you have to do?" ”

She closed the door gently, and her eyes were Huarong leaning on the railing with a blanket and a cigarette in her mouth, looking at Feng Jin's expression.

A little arrogant, and a little domineering.

This night, she didn't know what Hua Rong talked about with Feng Jin.

It's just that when Hua Rong came to the UK to attend Fu Tingyuan's engagement ceremony with Lu Mingyou, she had already divorced Feng Jin.

She forcibly pulled out the thorn of Fengjin from her flesh and blood, and smashed her heart to the ground, and refused to compromise with him.

When Luo Nanchu returned to his bedroom, Fu Tingyuan had already slept.

She didn't turn on the light to disturb him, but carefully climbed into bed, lifted the quilt, and got into the bed.

"Finally willing to come back?"

A man's gloomy voice rang in his ears.

Luo Nanchu got his head out of the quilt and saw the man looking at her with his eyes open.

The eyes were cold.

The man who guards the empty room alone has a very big temperament.

Luo Nanchu went directly into Fu Tingyuan's arms.

She rubbed her face against his chest, put her arms around his neck and kissed his face, with a sweet smile on her face: "Angry? ”

Fu Tingyuan looked at her coldly.

It's really careful. Luo Nan thought at first. Even the vinegar of Huarong is eaten.

Fight with the vinegar king Yin Mobei.

"Rongrong has her husband with her, and I'll come back."

“……”

"My hands are so cold, Fu Tingyuan."

Fu Tingyuan reached out and grabbed her ice claws, and asked coldly, "What are you doing, frozen like this." ”

Luo Nanchu buried his face in Fu Tingyuan's arms, "Hmm...... accompanied Rong Rong to blow the wind for a while. ”

Fu Tingyuan scolded in a low voice: "Two neuropaths." ”

He reached out and hugged her tightly, taking her cold body into his arms.

Luo Nanchu buried his face in his arms, sighed comfortably, and closed his eyes.