From the age of sixteen to thirty-three, I was the only one who loved me, Shen Jiaying! Are you really telling lies with your eyes open, lying without even blinking, and asking me if I believe him? How should I answer? Should I say believe it or not
"I believe you." I also told lies with my eyes open. I have to say that I don’t believe it. Will Feng Zhenyang not help me? Next, I just want to make Lin Ruoxue angry.
Speaking of which, sometimes I just don't want to give in, so I don't care if they really have a forbidden love or a sadomasochistic love, I will instigate them to death whenever I get the chance.
I don't believe in Feng Zhenyang, but I want Lin Ruoxue to feel that I believe in Feng Zhenyang, and let her see how deeply we love each other and how deeply we are married.
Maybe my psychology is a little distorted. If I'm not happy, they can't be happy either. If we want to die, we will all die together. Why should I die alone
Feng Zhenyang may have seen my thoughts, but he didn't reveal it. He took my hand, his tenderness and affection were so obvious: "Let's go, let's go to eat first, our Qinghe City fellow's restaurant, I believe you will like it."
I can't tell whether Feng Zhenyang's tenderness and affection are true or false, and I don't want to tell them anymore. Anyway, just cooperate with him. If he is acting, I will act with him. It is no big deal.
I don’t want to know what happened to Lin Ruoxue and Feng Zhenyang. It doesn’t matter whether he is a pervert or a bastard. I just hope that my parents are safe, and nothing else matters.
The streets are crowded with cars, people come and go, and it is prosperous and brilliant. After walking for a while, we arrived at a slightly secluded alley, which was extremely peaceful. At least compared to the hustle and bustle outside, it was completely quiet here.
Feng Zhenyang has been holding my hand tightly, and despite the cool autumn breeze, my palms are sweating. I still can't get along well with Feng Zhenyang, let alone eat with him. So I moved a little, trying to take my hand out of his.
I moved slightly, and Feng Zhenyang noticed it. He held my hand tighter and said in a low voice: "Jiaying, don't be like this. You have to believe me. Things are really not what you think."
It's not what I thought, so what is it? If he really had nothing to do with Lin Ruoxue and they could hold each other, how could Lin Ruoxue say that? Coupled with his support for Lin Ruoxue, I really can't believe him.
I couldn't say that, so I just stopped talking and didn't take my hand back. I suddenly felt very pathetic and ridiculous. The moment I saw Feng Zhenyang and Lin Ruoxue hugging each other, my heart almost collapsed. I was so collapsed that I didn't even know how to face Feng Zhenyang. If I hadn't asked Feng Zhenyang for help, I would have turned around and left.
But instead of turning around and leaving, I went out to eat with Feng Zhenyang hand in hand. In high school, we were young and sweet. In the following ten years, we had our own love lives and careers. We thought that as friends, we would not have any other complicated feelings. Things are unpredictable, and I never expected that Feng Zhenyang was a pervert who had no connection with his cousin.
It is said that children from rich families like them are prone to perversion. Since ancient times, either the cousin has ulterior motives or the cousin has evil intentions. In this case, why did he want to marry me again and look like he would love me forever. I really can’t understand it, and what’s even sadder is that I can’t refuse yet.
So Feng Zhenyang and I had a very unpleasant meal. Neither of us ate much. I was really not in the mood to eat, and Feng Zhenyang couldn't stand the gloomy atmosphere.
After we came out of that small restaurant, the two of us didn't say a word. Feng Zhenyang spent all his time talking, but I never said another word to him, not even an argument. I really didn't know how to speak. If it weren't for the fact that my parents were kidnapped and I still had a little bit of faith supporting me, I would have completely collapsed now and I would have been crying hysterically.
In fact, I haven’t shed even a single tear until now. In the quiet alley, the footsteps of Feng Zhenyang and I were so clear.
"What's the arrangement with the police? We called the police. Are my parents really not in danger?" In the end, my worry broke the silence, but it didn't sound natural.
Feng Zhenyang was walking in front, waiting for me, but now he stopped and comforted me: "Don't worry, I said nothing will happen and nothing will happen. I can joke about this kind of life-threatening matter." After all, it’s your parents. Let’s go. I’ll take you home first. If you feel uncomfortable going back, we can go to my own place where we won’t see anyone and won’t be upset.”
"No, there's nothing to worry about. It's the same everywhere." I refused his concern. For me now, it's really the same everywhere. Moreover, I also want to go back and see Shen Yue. Such a big thing happened a few days ago, and I have never had the chance to see her, and I don't know what her condition is now.
My words made Feng Zhenyang very uncomfortable. He gave me a slightly unhappy look: "Okay, you can go back wherever you like. Don't worry about it. Go home and have a good rest and wait for news from me."
I didn't really want to see Feng Zhenyang. When I arrived at the door of the Feng family mansion, I went straight in without looking back. I couldn't imagine what Feng Zhenyang's reaction would be. If he really just used me to cover up the ugly relationship between him and Lin Ruoxue, then he probably wouldn't have much reaction.
After all, I am not used to walking on the gravel road of the Feng family mansion. The evergreen trees beside the road are fluttering in the wind, and the green leaves look particularly eye-catching. When you are in a bad mood, you will be dazzled wherever you look. When you see a pond, you want to dive into it.
Until now, the voices of the kidnappers or the images of Feng Zhenyang and Lin Ruoxue hugging each other were in my head. I was in no mood to go back to the courtyard where Feng Zhenyang and I lived. Everything I saw made me feel uncomfortable as soon as I entered the door. Looking around, this pond is a little more pleasing to the eye. When I saw the pond, I thought of Feng Zhenqing.
Feng Zhenyang said that when Feng Zhenqing was a child, he pushed someone into the pond, but he could still pretend to be innocent and create the illusion that the person fell into the pond. He said that Feng Zhenqing was very scheming. Who could do that? Let Feng Zhenqing be pushed into the water? Among the young masters and ladies of the Feng family, none of them were treasures. Feng Zhenqing did not have much status back then. Who could he push away, and who did he dare to push? He is nearly six or seven years younger than Feng Zhenyang, so naturally he cannot push Feng Zhenyang.
Did he push Lin Ruoxue? That's why I was so angry when Feng Zhenyang mentioned this matter. I stood by the pond, originally wanting to relax, but inexplicably I remembered what Feng Zhenyang said, and then I started thinking wildly.
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing here alone?" Feng Zhenqing's voice interrupted my thoughts. The autumn wind blew by, and the leaves beside the pond fell. The withering of the leaves was just like my mood at the moment.
I turned around and saw that Feng Zhenqing was wearing casual clothes. His eyes looked like a pair of crescent moons when he smiled, and his white teeth were slightly exposed. He looked like a sunny boy. He was not as dark as Feng Zhenyang said. In my opinion, Feng Zhenyang himself is even darker.
Feng Zhenqing asked me, and I naturally responded with a smile: "The air here is good."
"That's true, the air here is the best in the whole big house." Feng Zhenqing took a few steps forward, stood next to me, narrowed his eyes and stared at the sky, and asked me with concern: "How are your feet? , I see you’ve been moving around a lot these days, so you’d better be more careful.”
"It's healed. It's not a big deal originally." I also looked up at the sky. Looking at the sky here, it seems that it does look better.
No matter how beautiful the sky is, it is still not as beautiful as the money, so the people living in this luxurious house are all fighting to be the next heir. From the oldest to the youngest, from men to women, they are all vying with each other. Even Feng Zhenqing, who I once thought might not have any ambition to compete, might be the same.
But I'm very curious, since everyone in their family goes to work, why is it that he is always at home and still quite liked by the old man of the Feng family. Feng Zhenqing's next casual words solved my confusion. He smiled at me and said, "You still have to pay attention. Sister-in-law, if you are bored, you can read more books."
"I wrote it!" He raised his eyebrows: "It's a very meaningful book, I'm sure it will benefit you a lot."
It turns out he is a writer! No wonder why the old man of the Feng family likes him so much when he stays at home all day and has no work. He is not the grandson of the old man of the Feng family. He does not fight for property. He only makes the old man happy all day long. He also has his own career. Maybe he even helps the old man of the Feng family write his autobiography. These elderly entrepreneurs seem to be keeping a low profile, but in their hearts they want to let the world know about their entrepreneurial history and their past glory. It is not impossible if they find someone they trust to write their autobiographies.
I'm really curious about Feng Zhenqing's book: "Did you write it? What book did you write?"
"Chronicles of Famous Families, I think it's quite suitable for you to read." Feng Zhenqing always had a smile on his face and strongly recommended the book he wrote to me.
When I heard the title of the book, I was slightly shocked. I had read the book "Chronicles of a Famous Family". It was set during the Republic of China. The protagonist was a little boy who was adopted by his old master. This little boy was adopted by other people since he was a child. Children bully. What impressed me most was that one time, the little granddaughter of the old master called him a wild child without a father and a mother. The little boy got angry and pushed the little granddaughter into the pond.
Moreover, this book has been made into a movie and TV series, and it is said that a sequel will be released recently! It is being serialized online. I have read a little bit. Recently, it seems to have talked about the little boy's life experience, saying that he was actually the son of the old master's third son and a widow. The old master's concubine was afraid that the birth of this child would hinder his son's future. , so she secretly took the child away. From then on, the widow became crazy...
Wait a minute, could it be that Feng Zhenqing... (To be continued)