happy ex-wife

Chapter 1717 People are the cheapest and invincible ([-])
Feng Feng's voice was too loud, and the echo did not dissipate for a long time.

The bread in Shui Anluo's hands fell to the ground in shock.

Did he use up all his strength?
The saddest thing is Fengzheng.

This scolding could really be said to hit Feng Zheng directly in the face, and this is also a portrayal of his whole life.

"This woman, she is not my mother at all, do you know who my mother is? You don't know, you will never know in your life, because in your heart, only your money, your power, yourself, what to say Love, in the final analysis, is nothing more than loving yourself. Until now, do you still remember a woman named Delia?" Feng Feng approached Feng Zheng step by step, hardly giving him any chance to refute, "I tell you , you don’t remember, you don’t just don’t remember, you even help others to get everything from her, this is your so-called love, it really seems so dirty that it makes people want to vomit.”

When Feng Zheng heard Delia, he stopped himself and let Feng Feng curse angrily.

Feng Feng looked at him, then pointed at the woman on the ground, "Do you know who she is? Do you know how Princess Delia died? Do you know that Princess Delia gave birth to a child before she died? Know that child Where are you now?"

Feng Feng hurled questions one by one on Feng Zheng's face, but finally he laughed: "You don't know, you've been obsessed with your own world, you're nothing, not even a beast."

"Snapped--"

Loud applause cut off his roar.

The bread that Shui Anluo hadn't picked up was thrown on the ground again.

A trace of cruelty flashed in Qiao Yaruan's eyes, and she was about to go there, but Feng Feng grabbed her wrist.

There was burning pain on his cheek, and he licked the inside of his cheek, which smelled bloody.

"Why, you want to tell everyone with your affection again that the person you love is Princess Delia, but unfortunately, she is dead, right?" Feng Feng's voice became colder, and even his smile became ironic.

Feng Zheng's hand trembled in mid-air.

"What child?" Feng Zheng said, but his voice was broken, and he kept restraining himself.

"A child who deserved to die a long time ago, it's a pity that he still has value to be used, so he survived." Feng Feng said, looking back at the king, "What a pity, the earl who teamed up with you actually lied you."

The king was shocked, and looked at Feng Feng with disbelief, and then at the count who had been sitting there.

The count remained calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

But the king could guess it, "Are you, Delia's child?"

"It's a pity, I'm still alive." Feng Feng said every word.

"No, it's impossible, you are your mother's child, it's impossible." The king still didn't seem to believe it.

Shui Anluo decided not to eat the bread, but she was afraid that it would be unlucky if the bread was thrown on the ground after a while.

The king said, looking at Mrs. Feng who was squatting on the ground, "Didn't you conceive Feng Zheng's child back then? Wasn't he your child?"

Mother Feng was squatting on the ground, with sticky blood on her hand, and her neatly combed hair was scattered on her shoulders, like a madman, or in other words, she was really crazy.

While the king was waiting for Mrs. Feng's answer, she suddenly stood up.

　Next update, around ten o'clock~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)