Chapter 1577 Invincible Black Fans (10)
An Jie was lying on the sofa, her hand hanging down from the sofa, her fingertips just touching the scattered papers on the ground.
His amber eyes stared blankly at the crystal lamp above his head. The broken light spread under his eyes, shining like scattered diamonds.
Ding dong——
An Jing looked towards the door.
Are those people still coming to trouble him so late?
Ding dong——
An Ji got up from the sofa, stepped on the paper on the floor, and went to open the door.
There was no one outside the door, but there were two bags at the door.
An Ji frowned and looked into the corridor. There was no one in the empty corridor.
For a long while, Anji squatted down and plucked the plastic bag with his hands.
The plastic bag was not filled with disgusting things as An Ji thought. Inside were several exquisite small boxes that looked like midnight snacks.
An Ji squatted there for a while, and finally he got up and entered the house carrying the two bags.
An Ji closed the door and put the bag on the cabinet in the entrance, taking it out and throwing it away when she planned to go out.
How could An Ji dare to eat something of unknown origin?
Those people... there's no telling what they're going to do.
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A certain neighborhood.
"Lao Feng, your car is good, isn't it? Did you just buy it?"
Feng Yong got out of his new car, his face full of pride: "How about half a million."
The man was surprised: "Where did you get rich?"
Feng Yong suddenly became humble: "If you don't get rich, you won't get rich."
The man groaned: "Old Feng, you are not kind. You have a way to get rich, but you don't talk to your brothers."
Feng Yong: "How can I do that? If I have to make money, I will never forget you."
The man obviously didn't believe it: "By the way, I heard that you were admitted to the hospital a few days ago?"
Feng Yong: "Who did you listen to?"
The man said: "My aunt works in the hospital. She said she saw you and a very beautiful girl came to see you. Who is that person?"
Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat.
He said perfunctorily: "It's just a child from a relative. He got drunk a few days ago and fell down. It's nothing serious. Well, I'll go home first."
Feng Yong hurried to his home.
Feng Yong was the man who was beaten by An Ji in the bar that day.
He woke up shortly after being taken to the hospital.
Then he saw Chuzheng and asked him if he wanted to be private.
Feng Yong was beaten, so how could he keep it private?
When he refused, the other party said that he was willing to give him 500,000 yuan.
But even if he was beaten a little blood, the prosecution would cost less than 500,000 yuan. If someone offered him money, there was no reason for Feng Yong to refuse.
"Honey, I'm back." Feng Yong opened the door and felt something was wrong. Why was it so quiet today?
At this time on weekdays, his wife usually turns on the TV and cooks.
Feng Yong looked inside strangely and found that the TV was on, but there was no sound.
"Wife?"
Feng Yong changed his shoes and went in. Before he reached the living room, he was still there.
On the sofa, his wife sat silently, and a little girl sat on the other side, looking at him casually.
"How did you come?"
Feng Yong came to his senses and went over immediately.
"What are you here for? Isn't that all over?"
He agreed to keep it private, so why did this person come to his house?
How did you find his home?
Chuzheng glanced at him coldly: "In the bar, you harassed that boy first?"
"Who harassed him first? He was the first to do it." Feng Yong said.
Chuzheng: "I watched the surveillance."
Feng Yong's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his voice: "Let's go out and talk."
"Feng Yong!" The woman who had been silent suddenly shouted: "For so many years, I have worked for your Feng family, giving birth to your son, and carrying on the family line. Is this how you treat me?"
Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.
He swallowed and pretended to be calm: "Wife, what are you talking about?"
"I asked you why you don't want to touch me more. I asked you to go to bed and grind on me, but every time you did it perfunctorily. After doing it for a long time, you don't like women at all!"
The woman stood up and threw the thing in her hand on Feng Yong's face: "You really make me sick!"
The photos were scattered on the ground. When Feng Yong saw the people on them, his face turned pale.
"Feng Yong, I want to divorce you!"
The woman ran out crying. Feng Yong's head was still buzzing and he stood there with a pale face.
"I thought you just had a conflict with him, but I didn't expect you would dare to touch him." Chu Zheng's voice brought Feng Yong back from his thoughts: "You are quite brave."
"Are you sick!!"
Feng Yong suddenly roared at Chuzheng.
Come to his house and let his family know about his sexual orientation.
The marriage and family he had worked so hard to build for so many years were completely ruined.
Chuzheng: "Who asked you to touch him?"
His sexual orientation has nothing to do with Chuzheng, and he shouldn't have any twisted thoughts.
Feng Yong drank some wine at the time and saw that the boy was still his type. Driven by alcohol, he just wanted to strike up a conversation and take advantage of him. Who knew what would happen next.
If he knew, he would still go there.
Chuzheng walked out of the community.
Feng Yong's wife was standing outside the community, with red and swollen eyes and tears.
She stopped Chuzheng and said, "Thank you for telling me this, otherwise I would still be kept in the dark by him, and I might not even know about it in this life..."
It’s not that women are discriminated against, she just can’t accept that her husband is...
Moreover, he also lied to himself to give birth to a son to carry on the family lineage.
Chuzheng thought for a moment and asked her to remember her phone number: "If you have any difficulties with the divorce, call me."
The woman had tears in her eyes and her voice was choked: "Thank you."
[Congratulations to the lady for receiving a thank you card × 1]
Chuzheng: "..."
I'm here to teach a lesson to those who bully my good guy card.
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An Ji didn't expect that he would receive supper every night in the next few days.
What is delivered is different every time.
One day Anji went to the street and came across a store with the same logo as the one in the bag. He thought about it and entered the store.
When I came out, I was carrying a small bag in my hand, just a little bit... more than two hundred yuan.
Of course An Ji can't afford it, but who gives him those things every day?
[Silent: Did you give me something? ]
[Jiujiuling: What? ]
The bar owner responded quickly.
[Silent: Picture]
An Ji sent the picture.
[Jiujiuling: What is this? food? I didn't send it to you, did you receive it? ]
An Ji looked at the message sent by the bar owner and frowned slightly.
[Jiujiuling: Don’t eat randomly. I heard that some fans are crazy and maybe poisonous! ]
[lonely:……]
At some book signings or events, some writers do receive some messy things, and I heard that some writers receive food with needles hidden inside.
But Anji never participated in these activities.
No one knows where he lives, so readers are unlikely.
An Ji put her phone back in her pocket, and when she walked downstairs to her unit, she saw several people standing downstairs from a distance.
It was those same people who came to ask about his mother's whereabouts a few days ago.
An's mother coaxed the man into giving her an apartment, and she heard that she still had a lot of savings.
Now things have fallen into disarray and An's mother is nowhere to be seen.
He, a living person, became their target.
An Ji didn't want to argue with these people, so she turned and left.
"Wow……"
A child's cry came from the side.
An Ji looked over there, and saw a little girl standing in front of a child who looked to be only three or four years old. The child looked at her and cried hard.
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Monthly tickets, babies!
Rush the duck!
Rush the duck!
Rush the duck for Master Zheng! !
