Chapter 2791: Dangerous game(38)
Chapter 2791 Dangerous Game (38)
Su Qiao shook off his sleeves, staring at him with some unkind eyes: "Do you want to help Cui Hu?"
"I……"
Han Feng hesitated a bit.
The companion is in trouble, it is normal to help, but Cui Hu, who has a very bad heart, has harmed Su Qiao again and again.
Su Qiao poked his chest with a finger: "You touch your heart carefully, do you really want to help him?"
She didn’t think that he was really just like a soft bun, a kind-hearted person, even if he was bullied, he didn’t know how to resist.
Han Feng hesitated.
He really doesn’t think so much in his heart, but he is a good man, he can’t be saved from death, right?
"I...I have been farmers for five generations in my family, and my ancestors are great people. My grandfather and my dad have been kind to others all their lives.
"My dad taught me since I was a child, to be a good person, to be a person worthy of my conscience, so I...I can't ignore him."
"……"
Su Qiao looked at this soft bun and really didn’t know what to say.
Why didn’t she know that he still has this kind of ‘bad guy’ quality in him?
"Fool."
"Look at your own appearance, and your hands, with clean and tidy nails, and no calluses on the palms of your hands. Do you look like a farmer who scrabs the ground every day? Like a man who helps your dad sell pork every day? ?"
Han Feng was stunned, raised his hand, and after looking at it, he looked up in confusion: "I...I look alike."
Speaking, he whispered slightly aggrieved: "Furthermore, I can't just say that I'm not my father's son, or a farmer, just because I'm better-looking?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes and poked his arm: "What is it like?"
"A person who carries the burden every day, are you as white as you? Your skin is as delicate as you?"
"Also, your accent is wrong. I have been to the part of your hometown before, and it is not what you said."
"mouth...wrong accent?"
How can it be?
But after thinking about it carefully, he felt a little blank in his mind, and when many things were carefully pondered, it was a little vague.
Han Feng held his sore arm, a little confusion in his eyes.
What exactly is going on?
"If you don't believe me, you can ask other people! See if I lie to you."
Looking at this stupid man who didn't know his condition at all, Su Qiao was distressed and angry, and hated iron for not making steel.
It’s really embarrassing to be murdered like this, and to look like a silly rip.
"But none of them felt that something was wrong..." If he had a wrong accent, those people would definitely say it when he introduced himself?
Su Qiao is very weak.
"Do you think they seem to care about you? People don't care if you are normal, OK?"
He is dressed in sloppy clothes, and his clothes look like he picked them up from the trash. He doesn't know who cut his hair, and the dog-biting ones look better than his.
There is also a face and body, which are either mud or gray, and people are also cowering. Not only do they stutter, they also have a small voice, like a soft bun that is easy to bully.
Who would look at him?
Han Feng's mouth moved. He wanted to say something to refute, but he didn't know what to say, so he just bowed his head with aggrieved expression.
Su Qiao sighed.
To such a man, she really can't get fierce.
"Think carefully about your childhood experience, such as whether you fell down when you were a child, have you stolen something from others, and have you ever teased your little partner."
"What does your grandfather look like, what does your mother look like, has your mother made any delicious food for you? When you were a kid, did you receive a gift that made you happy?"
(End of this chapter)
