Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

"Crazy! Why is he not Wilke!" The gentleman behind him stopped Fa Miao.

The restlessness in Fa Miao's heart suddenly reached the limit, his eyes were bloodshot, he raised his hand to lift Song Ci's collar: "You are not Wilke at all!"

"Why not?" Song Ci clasped Fa Miao's wrist, his eyes gradually became cold: "Can you prove that I am not him?"

"Wilke died a long time ago! He died in the shipwreck a year ago!" Fa Miao shouted.

Everyone was questioning him, making him crazy and thinking that he was the one who was crazy.

No, it's them, they're all crazy!
Think of this stranger's man as Wilke!

Song Ci sighed, and she looked at him: "Dear Fa Miao, how do you know that Wilke died a year ago?"

"Are you sure?"

Song Ci avoided him and walked past him.

"Without any evidence, you just fabricated the news that I'm dead. I'm afraid everyone will be deceived by you!" Song Ci turned around suddenly, her eyebrows and eyes sharpened.

"I saw him swallowed by a sea shark with my own eyes!" Fa Miao roared.

"He's dead, he's already dead!"

She raised her hand and stood in front of the crowd, and suddenly laughed, "Do you see if anyone believes you?"

Fa Miao looked at the mocking corner of her lips, "Crazy, you are all crazy!"

"I pushed Wilke down with my own hands. How can I not know his life?!"

"That's a trap I designed especially for him. He has absolutely no chance of surviving!"

Song Ci's eyes suddenly met his.

The curvature of the corner of the lips is a bit unpredictable: "Oh, yes."

"So that's how it is." Her voice was low and mocking.

Fa Miao didn't know what was going on, and suddenly his eyes became blurred, everything around him was blurred, and his voice disappeared, even his sister Rose, who had been standing beside him and speaking for him, disappeared.

The lights in front of him were bright, dazzling.

Fa Miao's expression was a little dull, before he could react, he raised his hand to block the glare of the light.

In front of him was still standing the boy just now.

"It's you, it must be you who messed up!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Fa Miao walked over a few steps to grab her by the throat, but was grabbed by a hand.

It was Wilke himself.

The muscles in the man's tough lines were tense, preventing him from taking any further action.

"Wilk?"

Fa Miao opened his mouth, and then a loud slap hit him on the cheek.

The man who beat him was old Mr. Weslow.

"Asshole! He's your big brother, you hurt him so much!"

Everything just now was an illusion created by Song Ci.

The old gentleman sat next door and listened to the play from beginning to end.

It wasn't until Fa Miao said it in a frenzy that he knew that his own son was killed by this bastard.

In fact, Fa Miao and Rose are not his children with the second wife at all.

The second wife accidentally fell down the stairs during her pregnancy and the child was gone, and she couldn't conceive after being injured, so she secretly adopted two babies behind his back, saying that she had given birth to a son and a daughter.

He hadn't suspected it yet.

Later, they became more and more domineering and domineering, especially after hearing what they said, Wei Siluo became suspicious.

They were still self righteous and thought that they were hiding things well, but they didn't realize that everything was under his control.

I thought that I had cultivated feelings for so many years, but I didn't expect that they were still a group of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves.

At that time, the idea of ​​leaving them to let Wilke exercise was completely dispelled.

"Throw them to Slave Street!" Wei Siluo looked at Rose and Fa Miao, who were firmly held down by the servant, with a majestic expression on his face.

Rose was crying with tears all over his face.

"Father, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I don't want to go there!" Rose cried hard.

Fa Miao's eyes were full of not only no remorse, but glared at Werk and Song Ci viciously.

"It's all because of you that I am like this, I will definitely settle the score with you!"

Before he could come and say anything else, he was dragged out by the bodyguards and thrown into the dark and damp Slave Street.

Fa Miao's hands and feet were bound and could not be untied at all, and they wore gorgeous decorations on their bodies.

It caused the slaves next to him to rush wildly.

The clothes were all torn, and the original glamorous appearance became rotten and dirty.

Fa Miao's eyes were full of hatred, "I will never let you go!"

……

Wilke returned and successfully inherited the century-old family business of the Brutus family.

On the bright red carpet, high-level people raised their glasses in a luxurious palace style.

Wilke sat on the sofa next to him bored.

I heard the movement and thought it was...

Seeing Song Ci's face, he sighed.

"What's wrong?" Song Ci had an indescribable smile on his lips.

"It's okay." Wilke straightened his face.

The bartender next to him was pouring wine into the glass, and Song Ci just held it and took a sip.

A hand dropped from behind and took the cup in her hand.

"No alcohol."

Song Ci looked up at the man who imprisoned him from behind, and said deliberately: "But I just took a sip."

"fine."

With a calm voice, Wei Silu brought a glass of water to her lips, "Drink."

Song Ci squinted her eyes and licked her tongue twice, and Wei Silu could clearly see her movements through the transparent glass.

The color under the eyes is thick and deep.

Adam's apple rolls fiercely.

Wilke couldn't see it, so he took a chance to sit on the side.

Song Ci pouted his chin at him: "When will Zhou Yingchen be released?" (End of this chapter)