President Hunting Love is too fierce

Could it be that there is some unknown inside story that Bai Feifei is going to reveal.

"How did you get these photos? It's impossible. Who gave it to you." Ye Chuqing asked her almost sharply, and the surging emotion in her chest made her tremble uncontrollably.

These photos are from the files when she was adopted when she was a child, and only Ye Hai knows about them.

Ye Hai died, did these things fall into Ye Zhirui's hands?

Seeing her being so stimulated, Bai Feifei felt even more excited. It seemed that he had really identified her weakness. [

Doesn't she want people to know her terrible life experience?Hmph, she wanted to expose her background to everyone.

"Do you think that no one knows your background? You tried your best to hide and pretend to be a lady, but you still couldn't hide your unbearable past."

Ye Chuqing's eyes were bright, and her lips were as white as paper: "You stole my adoption information, return it to me, return it to me quickly."

She rushed over desperately, but was stopped by two bodyguards in the arena.

Bai Feifei continued to sneer: "Are you so afraid that your past will be known? Don't you want to know why this woman has become so greedy and loves to grab other people's things today? Because she was an orphan since she was a child, an orphan with nothing. Psychologically perverted in poverty.

After being adopted by a rich family, he didn't want to be as poor and miserable as before, so he took revenge and wanted to take away the property of his adoptive father's family. This kind of orphan with perverted personality all formed a greedy psychology in the perverted environment when he was a child.Let's take a look at the origin of this woman who pretends to be a lady. "

Bai Feifei took out a stack of photos, all of which were scenes of the skinny girl begging along the street just now, and scenes of grabbing steamed buns with a group of little beggars.

It's like an old cartoon, recording the events of those gray years.

Although the little girl was thin and thin, she was very clever and scheming, she knew how to arouse the sympathy of passers-by, and she could always beg for more food than her companions.

But she was too young after all, and the things she begged were always snatched away by the big little beggars, and even beat her until her face was bruised and her nose was swollen.

Ye Chuqing's eyes were wide open, like a stone sculpture, she looked at the photos so stiffly that she almost stopped breathing.

Her thoughts were flowing, and she seemed to have become that little girl who was huddled in the dirty corner of the street in the cold north wind again, fearful and desperate.