What the hell is going on? She just slept for a while, why did Fu Ling become like this
Is this what they always mean in and out of bed
"Aling, what's wrong with you? Did I say something wrong? Tell me, I will definitely change it. Don't be angry with me, okay? I only have you left?" Ma Xinrong looked pitifully. said.
Fu Ling's thin lips curved into a cold curve. Was he the only one left? I'm afraid he only has his own money left. He doesn't believe Ma Xinrong's crooked stories.
"Then, I'll give you the money and you let me go. The money and goods will be cleared. What's the point of talking about infatuation." Fu Ling buckled his belt, took his suit and was about to leave.
But Ma Xinrong didn't pay attention to these ambiguous marks on her body. Compared with the ridiculous dignity, money is more real. Dignity is only something that rich people can talk about. It's too much for people like her. For those who haven't eaten yet, it's not as valuable as a bowl of wonton stew.
"Aling, what's going on? Can you tell me? If I was really after your money, why did I put down the job I just got and run away with you, Aling? , I love you." Ma Xinrong is naturally very good-looking if Fu Ling likes her. Xiao Mo would be surprised if he were here.
Because the person in front of her looked a lot like her, especially his passionate peach blossom eyes. The only difference was that Ma Xinrong had ambition hidden under his eyes, while Xiao Mo looked down on everything and was free and easy.
Fu Ling held Ma Xinrong's chin forcefully and said the most ruthless words in Ma Xinrong's favorite voice: "You... do you want me to praise your vision?"
Fu Ling shook it hard, took out a tissue and wiped his hands carefully. It was a pity that he looked a bit similar to Yurou, but his temperament insulted his appearance.
Ma Xinrong watched Fu Ling leave without looking back, and shouted sadly: "Why, why are you treating me like this? Is what I have done all these years not good enough?"
Fu Ling paused and said, "Maybe it's because I'm tired of playing." I'm tired of living without her, and I'm tired of being able to commemorate their past through other people's faces similar to hers.
Tired of playing
She couldn't help but laugh. She thought the man in front of her was really good to her, but she didn't expect that she was overthinking it. She was just a toy in his hands. There was no such thing as true love.
"Fu Ling, you are so heartless..." Ma Xinrong illegally imagined that if she lacked Fu Ling as a backer, wouldn't it be as if all the people she had offended would pounce on her after smelling the smell of meat
"No. Absolutely not." She wiped the tears on her face. Fu Ling had been with her for so long, even if he had kittens and puppies, he would still have feelings for her. She didn't believe it, but Fu Ling just abandoned her aside casually. Don't ask anymore.
Youth is her greatest asset, and she still has a face. Yes, as long as her face is still there, she is not afraid.
Ma Xinrong put on her clothes and started thinking about the next strategy. In short, she would never give up Fu Ling's big fat.
His assistant investigated very quickly, and the letter arrived in his mailbox not long after he got home.
Fu Ruoyu looked at the information on her phone and smiled. Sure enough, everything went according to her guess.
(End of chapter)