Quick Transmigration: The heroine does not follow the script

Liang Qiuyue threw the chrysanthemums on the table casually, and said, "Your daughter has a suitor. After knowing that you and Feng Dafu abused Feng Yue, she bought the murderer."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the police to see if brother Na Wen did the arson!"

"Your daughter's suitor, he has a very good family background, and he is also very rampant. Even if you hate him, there is nothing you can do. You can't handle him, and everything you do is useless, so don't waste your revenge. Let's talk , Feng Jiabao is a waste to begin with, revenge for him is of no value."

After Zhang Guihong's voice was smoked by the fire, it became hoarse and unpleasant. Hearing what Liang Qiuyue said, the more he listened, the more he listened, the more he heard it, the more breathless he was, "whooping"!

No matter how trash Feng Jiabao is, she was born in October of her pregnancy, a piece of flesh that fell off her body, why was she killed like this!

Zhang Guihong's eyes were wide open, and the voice in his throat made one's scalp tingle, "Is that Song Ye?"

Liang Qiuyue listened to it several times before she understood what she asked, "It should have something to do with him, but the mastermind is not him."

Hatred surged in Zhang Guihong's chest, and his eyes were staring like a ghost.

Liang Qiuyue continued: "I advise you not to waste your efforts and live well in the future. You can't handle them. Even if you tell the police, you can't handle this matter..." She pointed to the sky with one finger.

Liang Qiuyue fed her a cup of spiritual spring water with ingredients in a good mood after provoking her, and left happily.

Will Zhang Guihong listen to her and forget it?Obviously impossible!
The old house was sold by Feng Dafu, the store was smashed down, and the money in the card was not enough for medical treatment, and his only precious son was killed.

The only reason that can support her to live is to avenge her son.

Liang Qiuyue reckoned that Zhang Guihong hated her too.

After Zhang Guihong heard Liang Qiuyue's words, she asked the nurse to contact the police responsible for the arson murder case to find out the situation.

Then I asked specifically if Brother Wen did it.

Of course the police told the truth.

The person who set the fire had nothing to do with Brother Wen, but now that the murderer has fled to other provinces, it is not easy to catch him.

Zhang Guihong looked resentful, "Who instigated it? What kind of hatred do you have with us!"

The police really made it difficult. The few young people who were arrested did not know who was behind the scenes. They could only find out that the arsonist Li Yong often contacted people from abroad some time ago, and there were also remittances from abroad on the card. a sum of money.

The police told Zhang Guihong the general situation they found. After all, Zhang Guihong looked really pitiful.The son is gone, and the store is burned down, and there will be no ghosts or ghosts alive in the future.

The police also said that when it comes to foreign countries, everything is troublesome, and it will take a long time to find the real culprit behind the scenes. Let Zhang Guihong wait patiently, and they will definitely do their best.

Zhang Guihong didn't listen to what was said later, she just wanted to avenge her son, revenge with her own hands!
A gust of warm wind that is different from the cold winter wind blows, and the willows on the campus have sprouted buds. Looking at it from a distance, it is a verdant green, which is really gratifying.

During the exercise time between classes, Liang Qiuyue stood in the fifth row of the third class, and looked at Feng Yue, who was a few classes away.

Feng Yue has become rounder than before, her complexion looks good, and her mood is much better than before.

It seems that Zhang Guihong was quite happy that Feng Dafu ran away and Feng Jiabao was burned to death in an accident.She no longer cared what other people said about her.

The study atmosphere in the third year of senior high school was still tense, but for Liang Qiuyue, it was okay. It was the last semester, and there was no new knowledge, only review and exams.

Zhou Yu's computer skills are amazing. He has participated in several national competitions and won the special prize every time.Because of his outstanding academic performance, many prestigious schools intend to recruit him in advance.

Liang Qiuyue put down her phone, sat across from him and knocked on his computer case, propped her chin with one hand and asked boredly, "Aren't you tired?"

Zhou Yu stretched his neck, got up and poured her a glass of juice, "If you're tired, I'll take you home first."

Sunlight poured in through the bright window, and his whole body was bathed in a layer of golden light.The sunshine in spring is warm but not scorching, bright but not scorching, which is the most comfortable.

"I'm not tired, I just see you tired!"

It will put a lot of pressure on her to start fiddling with the computer every day after finishing the papers!
She doesn't want to bother to start a business anymore, she just wants to be a happy waste, but she can't pull him to be a waste together.

Zhou Yu: "I don't feel tired."

Working hard now is also a plan for the future, so that my mother can not be so hard, can not let her be with him and can only ride a bicycle, and can give them a decent and comfortable life in the future.

She returned to her biological parents, so she would not have to worry about life in the future, and he didn't want her to be with him in the future, and her living conditions would be reduced.

Liang Qiuyue got up and nestled on the sofa. This is a newly bought house by Zhou Yu's family. The area is not too big, the decoration is simple and generous, and the decoration is warm and comfortable.This house also made Zhou Yu and Shen Qing's mother and son bear another debt.

Shen Qing did not sell the house in the old community, not only because she was reluctant, but also because both mother and son felt that selling it now would not be as cost-effective as demolition later.

The daylight was sparse and the room was quiet. Liang Qiuyue nestled on the sofa and fell asleep, only the slight sound of the keyboard was left.

During the first monthly exam of the new semester, Feng Yue fainted while doing exercises between classes.

After being sent to the school infirmary, it was said to be hypoglycemia.

The school doctor looked at the pale Feng Yue, and asked slowly, "You have low blood sugar, it's nothing serious, pay more attention to nutrition."

"Do you have any other symptoms? If so, go to the hospital for an examination. The school infirmary is no better than a hospital."

Feng Yue was lying on the hospital bed, feeling a little dizzy, with glucose solution hanging on his hand, "Doctor Zhang, I always feel like vomiting after eating, and I always retch after getting up in the morning. I usually don't concentrate in class and always doze off. Is there something wrong with my body?"

Dr. Zhang gave birth to a child, and the more she heard it, the more she felt that it was similar to her pregnancy symptoms.

After a long silence, Dr. Zhang asked, "Has your period been delayed?"

Feng Yue thought about it for a while, then nodded, "It seems like I haven't been here for half a month."

Doctor Zhang sighed inwardly.

Since the class teacher Feng Yue later transferred was a man, Dr. Zhang couldn't talk to him, so he could only ask about Feng Yue's family situation.

Seeing her serious expression, Feng Yue felt uneasy, "Doctor Zhang, what's wrong with me?"

Dr. Zhang couldn't make a conclusion before doing the examination. After thinking about it, there are pregnancy test strips in the pharmacy, and seeing that there is still a lot of liquid in the hanging bottle, she said: "Don't think too much, just lie down first. I'll go and come back."

Feng Yue suddenly felt uneasy.