The early summer wind lifted the corners of his skirt, and Miao Kun's eyes fell on the slender and well-proportioned calves, and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

His gaze moved up and saw a pair of white, tender and clean hands that did not touch the spring water.

Obviously a big lady who doesn't know the sufferings of the world!

Miao Kun felt that as long as he made up another sympathetic story, he would definitely be able to make more money from her.

When he saw her face clearly, the flattering smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly froze.

Zeng Wanwan gave birth to a pair of peach blossom eyes, and there was always a smile in her eyes. Although she has been in a chaotic state of mind in the past three years, she has been taken care of by her family very well, and there is no problem with her body, and after the exhaustion period after hypnosis, she has recovered as before, and her spirit is better than Shen Fanyin.

She stood there silently, with a coldness in her eyes. Looking at Miao Kun, the corners of her mouth slowly hooked up a playful sneer.

The scene of that day was once again in front of her eyes.

She was just going to deliver balloons to decorate her new house, but she crashed into the picture that broke her heart.

The men and women entangled in her marriage bed, together with those filthy and ugly words, joined hands to shatter her hopes for marriage.

She clearly remembered Miao Kun's reaction.

"Huh? , you won't let me touch it, and you won't let me touch anyone else? You still want to divorce me? Okay! Don't say I didn't remind you, if you enter the Civil Affairs Bureau again, you will be second-hand!"

"Huh...... Wanwan, obedient, don't mess around, the wedding will be held the day after tomorrow. The consequence of your willfulness is that the wedding is suddenly canceled, and your Zeng family can afford to lose this face?"

"You'd better not push me—if I send out some of your glamour. No one thinks it's fake, right?"

Zeng Wanwan closed her eyes, and her gaze at Miao Kun became colder and colder. jj.br>

He was the one who gave her the most tender love, and he was the one who plunged the coldest and hardest blade into her heart.

Everyone thought that she committed suicide because she was hurt by Miao Kun.

They didn't know that she really just couldn't help it.

She doesn't want to and can't face this disgusting and crowded marriage, and she is afraid that Miao Kun will really publish photos to discredit herself and shame her father.

Even if he doesn't have it for the time being, what about after that? She knew that if she endured this time, he would threaten herself endlessly in the future.

She...... What else can be done?

Zeng Wanwan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, her thoughts returning to the present.

Seeing that this man who betrayed himself in the past and almost forced himself to Huangquan Road still failed to escape the sanction of fate after all, Zeng Wanwan was silent for a moment and smiled.

She smiled so heartily that she didn't shed a single tear.

Hearing the laughter, Miao Kun suddenly came back to his senses, waving his dirty hand and about to pounce on her.

"Wanwan! Wanwan!"

But his broken legs couldn't support such a strenuous activity, Zeng Wanwan just took a step back lightly, and he threw himself on the ground, choking on a mouthful of ash.

"Wanwan! Wanwan, don't go! You save me! Help me!"

Miao Kun's tears fell suddenly, and two tear stains were washed on his dirty face.

He didn't care what kind of dignity he was, waving his hands and moving his body to crawl in the direction of Zeng Wanwan.

Zeng Wanwan took two steps back in disgust, and looked sideways at Shen Fanyin, who was standing side by side with Jing Zeheng: "Yinyin, let's go."

She didn't want to say another word to Miao Kun. When she came to see his miserable condition, she was satisfied.

Shen Fanyin said "hmm", walked to Zeng Wanwan's side, pulled her arm, and pointed to the payment code: "Sister Wanwan, you give him two hundred yuan."

Zeng Wanwan looked at Shen Fanyin suspiciously: "Why?"

Two hundred?

There's no way she'll even give him two cents.

Shen Fanyin smiled like a little fox: "If you want to give it to you, you can give it, believe me."

Zeng Wanwan frowned, completely unable to understand why Shen Fanyin asked her to do this.

Shen Fanyin urged her in a low voice, and carefully instructed: "You can give it a few more times, it's best to give it with ten or five pieces!"

Zeng Wanwan felt disgusted when she looked at Miao Kun more now, she simply stuffed her mobile phone into Shen Fanyin's hand, and turned around: "You come, the password is my birthday."

"Okay."

Shen Fanyin took the phone, stood still in front of the QR code, and said to Miao Kun while scanning the code: "You shut your mouth for me, I don't want to hit you in public, don't be embarrassed."

Her voice was still soft, but it was intimidating.

In her busy schedule, she also glanced at Miao Kun: "If you make a little more movement, your mouth will be sewn for you."

Miao Kun closed his mouth, not because he didn't want to be sewn up, but because he saw the man in a suit and leather shoes on the side.

No one knows better than him how ruthless this man is!

He didn't dare to make a sound, but took his son into his arms and covered his mouth.

The world is quiet.

Shen Fanyin stood there, his fingers flying, and various small amounts of money were transferred in batches.

Zeng Wanwan couldn't understand what Shen Fanyin wanted to do, so she walked to Jing Zeheng's side.

She looked at Jing Zeheng, with gossip in her eyes: "Are you Yinyin's boyfriend?"

Jing Zeheng was silent for a moment, and replied in a muffled voice, "I'm her cousin."

"Huh?" Zeng Wanwan frowned instantly, and there was more scrutiny in her originally kind eyes.

In front of him was the child's best friend, Jing Zeheng could only patiently explain: "Fanyin's mother married my second uncle a few years ago, and my name is Jing Zeheng."

"That's right." Zeng Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Do you know what Yinyin is doing? Give him money...... I'd rather give it to a dog."

Jing Zeheng looked at Shen Fanyin, and the corners of his lips were dyed with a smile.

"Miao Kun is dyed with gambling and owes Gao. Sharp. loan, and his wife was beaten away by him." He said indifferently, "The person who lent him money naturally can't do a loss-making business, he is paying off his debts."

Zeng Wanwan didn't seem to understand, but she still didn't understand what it had to do with giving him money.

She pondered for a moment, her brow furrowed, "Then you shouldn't give him money. People are always responsible for their own choices."

She thought that Miao Kun had just betrayed their feelings, but she didn't want to, his bad problems didn't stop there.

Jing Zeheng glanced at her and said, "A fake beggar like him has a task, and if he can't get a certain amount of money back every day, he will be beaten."

Zeng Wanwan: "Then you shouldn't care about him!"

Seeing that she still didn't understand, Jing Zeheng sighed.

Sure enough, only Shen Fanyin could communicate with him without barriers.

He was silent for a moment, then explained in his irritation: "If he completes the task today, the amount will increase tomorrow, and if you give him an extra 200 yuan to overcomplete the task, then the amount of the task he faces will be even more. Those people won't listen to him."

Zeng Wanwan looked at him in astonishment, and after a while, she looked at Jing Zeheng again: "Yinyin did this, it won't be what you taught, right?"

That look in his eyes is like seeing a bastard who brought his simple sister to ruin.

Jing Zeheng: "No."

How could he have so much trouble communicating with children?

He only told Shen Fanyin that Miao Kun was paying off her debts, and the rest was what she came up with after she said "hmm".

Zeng Wanwan looked at Shen Fanyin, and after a while, she asked softly, "Yinyin...... My business has a big impact on her, doesn't it?"

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Chapter 205: Give Him Two Hundred Free Reading.