Chapter 50
The eldest sister was determined not to make peace with the Li family, but she could no longer put the Nie family on fire.

There is also the second sister, she is very clear about her knot, I am afraid that if she does not let go, she will not stop torturing herself.

In fact, she didn't resent Li Qian very much in her heart, and what he said was the truth, because she didn't have him in her heart and resisted him, so he lost control by drinking. In fact, the culprit of all this was her, but it was also because of her, No peace at home.

"Don't force yourself, Zhangzhu, the second sister really doesn't matter..."

"I didn't force myself. I have thought a lot these days. Li Qian is actually very good to me. I am too stubborn. Don't worry, second sister, Li Qian and I will have a good time in the future."

"Really?"

Nie Yanrong's eyes were red, and her face was full of worry.

"Well, don't worry!"

Zhangzhu nodded, and Nie Yanrong seemed to be completely relieved, lying on the bed and closing her eyes.

When Zhang Zhu left, she stopped again, and she turned to look at Nie Yanrong: "Second Sister."

"Zhu Zhuer, is there anything else?" As if she had let go of her heart, Nie Yanrong's complexion improved a lot, Zhang Zhu suddenly smiled, what else is there to say, to ask, it's done.

She shook her head: "Second sister, take a good rest."

This incident, following Zhangzhu's forgiveness to Li Qian, turned the page without leaving any traces, like the wind passing over the water.

When Nie Yanrong talked about this at Fu's house, her eyes were red and she sighed: "... What can I do? My little sister was held in the palm of her hand since she was a child, and she insisted on marrying. What can we do? ?”

In private, he wiped his tears from Fu Jingxing and said, "I cried and I cried, I persuaded and persuaded me, I went on a hunger strike and I went on a hunger strike, but my little sister is determined to forgive Li Qian..."

Fu Jingxing was standing in front of the window smoking a cigarette, and when Nie Yanrong was talking about these things, his mind just kept thinking about how she stood beside Nie Mingrong that day in embarrassment.

Desperate, scared to the extreme, and panicked to the extreme, he grabbed Nie Mingrong's sleeve so tightly that his fingers turned white.

He couldn't help thinking that if Nie Weiguo was still alive, he would hold his most beloved little daughter tightly in his arms, and never let her be as helpless as that day.

"It's okay..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Nie Yanrong couldn't help pursing her mouth. She got up and pulled his sleeves to lean against his shoulders. In her hair, the faint smell of perfume entered her nose, but it was completely different from that night. He couldn't help but slightly Frowning, since that night, she seems to have never used that smell again.

"I heard from Mrs. Li that Zhang Zhu and Li Qian... probably crossed the line..."

"Jingxing, what's wrong with you?" Nie Yanrong pulled out her hand in pain, and looked at Fu Jingxing in astonishment.

On the thin white wrist, there was a striking red mark, Nie Yanrong pouted slightly, and held it up to him coquettishly: "It's okay... just take a look."

But Fu Jingxing's eyes were sharp and deep, staring straight at Nie Yanrong: "What did you just say?"

 I slipped away. . .

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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