Fast wear strategy female with poison

Chapter 92 Raiders The Big Brother Next Door

Under the siege of three people, An Tong finally compromised. At dusk, Mu Tianze and Fang Yaya left. Normally, even when there are people, she can stare at them unscrupulously, let alone the two of them now?
An Tong grabbed her wrist, "Scenery, don't be angry."

"Mr. An misunderstood me, so I'm not angry. Why am I angry with you?" She smiled generously and charmingly, and she really didn't look angry.

But he knew that she was indeed angry, and he let out a soft sigh, and he conceded, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have that kind of thought."

"What do you think, why don't I know?"

"Scenery..."

"If you have nothing to do, don't hold my hand all the time. I have to pack up and go home." She shook his hand, but didn't.

An Tong lowered her eyes, "I shouldn't have thought about letting you know more about other people and fall in love with a boy who is more suitable for you."

"Hmph!" Feng Jing slammed the bowl on the table, "I told you that I like you a long time ago, I tried my best to come to you every day, and tried my best to make you not feel lonely. Is it just when I'm playing? You don't know... don't you know that I like you?"

By the end, her voice was tinged with tears.

An Tong's heart tightened, the hand holding her wrist said that he could not let go, he was afraid that once he let go, she would run away without looking back, "I know, I know you like me, but I Not sure, maybe... maybe you just have a crush on me..."

He knows how tempting and deceptive his appearance is. As long as he wants to, he can use his body to make anyone feel pity for him. This has become his protective color. When he first saw the scenery , he also kept this appearance, and the good impression of Feng Jing came as expected, but her bold confession was the first time he received it.

Looking back now, what she said to himself in the shade that day, his heartbeat would suddenly change.

"You know I like you, but you still think that I'm just infatuated with you for a while, and you still want to push me to other so-called suitable boys, An Tong, let me ask you, if I'm just infatuated with one person, what should I do?" Did you do so many things for you? Even... even I think, even if you don't like me for what I do, it doesn't matter, as long as you can be good, but..." Feng Guang bit her lower lip, "But you look down on me too much Already!"

She struggled to break free from his hand, and ran away without taking anything.

An Tong seemed to have seen the clear and transparent tear dripping from the corner of her eye, he rested his forehead restlessly, not knowing whether it was regret or anxiety.

He should have understood earlier that he shouldn't treat her like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old yellow-haired girl. Her feelings are far more serious than he imagined. An Tong didn't understand how he could be so reckless. Isn't he always the calmest?

He really didn't understand that no matter how smart and rational a person is, once they encounter emotions, they will be useless.

It's true that Feng Feng feels sorry for An Tong, so it's true that she feels uncomfortable. As soon as she came back, she locked herself in the room. She lay on the bed and didn't even have the appetite for dinner. All her sacrifices are belittled!

Xia Chao outside knocked on the door, and said in a strange way: "Our good neighbor sent something, why don't you come and take a look?"

The person with the corpse on the bed moved, and finally couldn't help being curious, got out of bed and opened the door, "What did he bring?"

"I asked you to eat and you didn't even answer. When I heard that kid's name, even the door opened." Xia Chao's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he threw a bunch of white roses wrapped in paper to her. In his arms, "he sent it here, you can take it."

It turned out that the flowers that were just about to bloom during the day bloomed at night, Feng Feng hugged the flowers, couldn't help but curled the corners of his mouth, but still snorted coldly, "For he still has a conscience."

No matter how you hear this, it sounds like coquettishness.

(End of this chapter)