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Fu Qingran didn't know what to say about this man.

Perhaps no amount of words could express her resentment towards him, she pulled out the hairpin, wiped it with her sleeve, and then simply and neatly pulled her long hair back up.

Looking at this woman, she returned to her indifferent and lonely appearance, the cold air on Gu Lingchen's body was rising, no matter what he said or did, it didn't seem to have any effect on her.

It's like constantly hitting the cotton with his fist, and what feedback is a deep sense of powerlessness to him.

Blood slid down his arm, his left sleeve was stained red with blood, and there was a faint pain in his shoulder bone, but he still grabbed the hairpin and tugged lightly, and the woman's hair fell down again.

in this world.

There are always people who are so weird, just like Gu Lingchen at this moment, Fu Qingran pulled up her hair again and again, but this man kept pulling her hair like a retarded person.

I was happy to do it, and I still had a smiling smile on my face.

Fu Qingran finally lost his temper and let his long hair slip down his shoulders.

The man's fingers played with the strands of her hair, and he admired it sincerely, saying, "My hair hasn't been washed for several days, but it's still very fragrant." ”

Fu Qingran: "......"

Forget it, she shouldn't have to deal with this bastard.

When Gu Lingchen left, it was already two hours later.

"Dye!"

The old voice rang out outside the hallway.

Fu Qing's eyes like stagnant water suddenly rolled up in turbulent waves, and her eyes almost subconsciously turned red.

It was her father's voice, Xuan Pinghou.

Xuanping Hou was supported by his eldest son Fu Song and appeared outside the prison door, his old face was full of tears, and Fu Qingran's eyes turned even redder when he saw him.

Tears flowed like broken beads.

Sometimes, when people's emotions are most broken, maybe they still see their dearest people, Fu Qingran immediately got up from the ground and ran to the fence.

His hand reached out from the gap in the fence and held Xuan Pinghou's hand, "Dad—"

Xuan Pinghou covered his mouth with one hand and Fu Qingran with the other, he couldn't stop crying, and whimpered, "Ran'er, Dad will definitely find a way to save you." ”

Fu lightly dyed the tip of his nose sour, and his voice gradually became crying, "Dad, don't you ask me..... What the hell is going on? ”

"Even if you do the heinous thing, Dad won't blame you, Dad just needs to be responsible for getting you out."

Fu Song looked at the father and daughter with an indifferent face, took the key from the jailer, opened the lock, and walked in, he glanced at Xuan Pinghou.

Obviously, there is a door to enter, and I don't know what he is thinking about holding on to the railing.

Even the light dye is in line with his father's drama.

Fu Song could only remind loudly, "Dad, don't you feel tired standing there?" ”

Xuan Pinghou realized something, hurriedly let go of his hand, coughed, and walked in through the cell door, at first he did not pay attention to the furnishings in the cell.

When he saw that there was a small table, a brocade quilt mattress, and a gilded stove, the pity in his eyes was missing, and he said, "Dye'er, Gu Lingchen's bastard boy still has a little conscience." ”

Fu Qingran knew that he had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained, "It wasn't arranged by Gu Lingchen, it was arranged by King Jing." ”

King Jing.

"I knew that I shouldn't have let you marry Gu Lingchen in the first place..... "The more Xuanping Hou thought about it, the more he regretted it, "I should have let you marry King Jing." ”

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