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  Fang Liu Cheng, since you couldn't love me from the start, why did you give me so many years of dreams and then shatter them in an instant?

  He had noticed her, against the light, his eyes were like a scorching sun, deep and hard to fathom, with a warm heart that was suddenly blocked, without even greeting him, ignoring his existence, directly wanting to go upstairs, but his arm was tightly grasped by Fang Liucheng.

  Warm!

  "Let go!" Warmly shaking her body, she waved open his hand. She still couldn't face Fang Cheng normally, "Young Master Fang, this broken and old place can't hold someone as great as you."

  "How do you consider my suggestion?"

  Warmly cold smile, "When your... mistress?"

  "Do you have a better choice?"

  "Fang Liu Cheng, you're really ridiculous. When I loved you, you didn't want me. Now that my dad is in jail and my mother and sisters are wandering the streets, you have the nerve to put on this patronizing face. It's truly nauseating. Could it be that Master Fang still has feelings for me?"

  "Fall in love with you?" Fang Liu Cheng sneered and curled up the corner of his lips, his cold face even more ruthless, "You're not qualified."

  Although she knew his thoughts, he was cold to her, but the warmth was still hurt by this sentence. A smile appeared on her face, and she had been made to have nothing by Fang Liucheng, unable to even have self-respect.

  "Mr. Fang, you really have a unique taste, actually thinking of climbing up to a woman who's not good enough for you, even a bitch is not good enough, why don't you just climb on top of a bitch?" With a warm and mocking smile at the corner of her lips, she didn't want to say another word to him, turned around and walked away.

  Fang Liu Cheng was furious, her warm and gentle nature had always been like a fresh lily flower, but since the sudden change in her family on her 20th birthday, she seemed to have grown thorns all over her body.

  These words are so poisonous and inhumane that they would never have been spoken by the warmth of the past.

  "Cooperate, you have no choice, unless you want your dad to spend the rest of his life in prison."

  Warmth's breath caught, anger surged up, and she swung her hand to slap him in the face. Fang Liucheng grasped her hand tightly, Warmth struggled but couldn't break free, her eyes flashing with anger. Fang Liucheng's icy voice rang out, "Warmth, you're still gentle enough to be pitied."

  "Let go of my sister." Wen Jing rushed over, holding a long wooden stick, and swung it recklessly at Fang Liucheng. Wen Nuan was shocked, and Fang Liucheng let her go, dodging Wen Jing's stick.

  Wen Jing's face was stern, holding a wooden stick and pulling Wen Nuan back, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, "Scram!"

  This little sister is free and quiet, but very clean and pure.