Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 548 You and Me
But what she never imagined was that the moment Dong Qingfeng turned around, his palm directly waved towards her chest.

With great strength, she jumped straight away, like the light snowflakes outside the window, and fell directly to the opposite wall.

A loud "bang—" accompanied by the sound of things breaking came from the room.

Outside the door, the hand that had been on the door was about to exert force, but stopped when Dong Qingfeng's voice sounded in the room.

"Wang Zhujun, I never hit a woman, but today's slap was forced by you, and you asked for it."

Dong Qingfeng looked coldly at Wang Zhujun, who fell on the ground opposite him, "You were in trouble before, and your husband left you alone on the deathbed. We agreed because we sincerely wanted to help you, but I didn't expect that you were not only ungrateful, but also acted in such a despicable and nasty way." things come."

"Meng Kejun is my woman. If you hurt her, I will naturally seek justice for her. Even if you are a woman, even if I never hit a woman, but as long as you dare to touch Kejun, I, Dong Qingfeng, will not be afraid to be an embarrassment in this world." A person whom people despise."

"In the future, if you have something to do, if you have resentment in your heart, you will come directly to me! This palm is my warning to you!"

Wang Zhujun, who was lying on the ground, was buzzing, and his mind was blank. Before he could understand what was going on, overwhelming pain came from his body.

"You..." Just as he was about to speak, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

"Next time if you dare to do something that hurts Kejun again, I will take your life with my own hands!"

After uttering these harsh words, Dong Qingfeng turned around and was about to fly away from the window, "Dong Qingfeng——"

Wang Zhujun, who was lying on the ground, still unwillingly opened his mouth to stop him. Although this palm had already explained everything, she was still unwilling and wanted to hear Dong Qingfeng say it himself.

"You...have you never liked me? Never? When you were in Wangjiatun, didn't you like me at that time?"

With tears in his eyes, he stared blankly at Dong Qingfeng who was standing at the window, hoping to hear some answer from him that would make him happy.

The tall figure cast a long shadow under the projection of the moonlight.

Wang Zhujun, who was lying on the ground, could touch Dong Qingfeng's shadow as soon as he stretched out his hand.

However, what was as cold as the shadow was his tone and answer.

"no!"

Two cold words spit out from Dong Qingfeng's mouth, and after that, the shadow that Wang Zhujun reached out to grab disappeared immediately.

"Hahaha--"

Wang Zhujun looked at the back of Dong Qingfeng leaving decisively, lay on the ground and laughed.

No, nothing, he has never been satisfied with liking himself, everything is all because of his own affection, all is his wishful thinking.

Delusion can defeat Meng Kejun, and delusion can stay and fly together with Dong Qingfeng.

Now, all fantasies are empty, she has nothing.

Without Xianghe Building, Dong Qingfeng is gone.

No husband, no children.

Then what is the purpose of living for such a self?

Wang Zhujun's heart felt as if Dong Qingfeng had just forcefully poached it away, and the pain made her feel that life would be worse than death.

His eyes accidentally caught sight of the needlework dustpan that fell on the ground in front of him, and the sharp scissors were suppressed by the half-embroidered mandarin duck handkerchief.

This veil was secretly embroidered to Dong Qingfeng by her, but now this veil has become a tool to laugh at her.

Everything she did turned into evidence to ridicule her.

Wang Zhujun slowly got up from the ground, picked up the handkerchief, and pulled it directly with his hands. He didn't want to tear it into pieces, but the strength of his hand was too weak, and the silk handkerchief was only wrinkled when he pulled it back and forth, not at all. break.

Tears fell drop by drop on the veil, soaking the mandarin ducks she had embroidered stitch by thread on the veil.

Picking up the scissors on the side, he cut it all into pieces one by one.

Ridiculous, how ridiculous, Meng Kejun only used two or three tricks to catch all the tricks she laid out with all her thoughts, and in the end she made herself extremely embarrassed, becoming what her mother-in-law called a brainless woman.

She thought that Dong Qingfeng was affectionate and righteous to her, but in the end it turned out to be just her own sentimentality and delusion.

Everything she did with all her heart was easily taken away by Meng Kejun in the end.

She is not reconciled, she hates it in her heart.

But what can she do now?
Now she can only accompany the old lady to eat fast and chant Buddha during the day, and get drunk with wine in the dead of night at night to numb the unwillingness and hatred in her heart.

On days like this, what's the point of her living?

The sharp scissors shone dazzlingly under the moonlight.

Wang Zhujun smiled, she might as well go after Yao Qingze and her child, and forget about the family reunion.

The scissors in his hand were slowly lifted up, and they were about to stab Wang Zhujun's hand towards her chest.

"Squeak-"

Yao Qingxiang, who was standing at the door of the closed room, finally stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

Wang Zhujun looked up in surprise at Yao Qingxiang who was slowly walking towards him.

Yao Qingxiang knelt down and looked at Wang Zhujun with pity in his eyes.

He first took off the scissors that Wang Zhujun held high, and then took out a white handkerchief from his arms, carefully and gently wiped away the tears on Wang Zhujun's face and the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Zhujun stared blankly at Yao Qingxiang who had become completely different in front of her. The moment the old lady gave him the power of Xianghelou, she hated him in her heart.

But looking at him like this in front of her, the hatred in her heart could no longer arise.

After helping Wang Zhujun wipe her face clean, Yao Qingxiang helped her up, and carefully patted the dirty places on her clothes.

His movements are light, deft, and natural.

After finishing these, he stretched out his hand to hold Wang Zhujun's hand.

Wang Zhujun hurriedly took two steps back and wanted to avoid it, but Yao Qingxiang was stronger than her, so she could only be held tightly by him.

"Meng Kejun has Dong Qingfeng, and there are so many people helping her, naturally you can't fight her alone."

"Now, you have me."

After finishing speaking, Yao Qingxiang held Wang Zhujun's hand even tighter.Looking into her eyes, he became more affectionate.

He had been waiting at the door for a long time, waiting for this moment.

Only when Wang Zhujun is most desperate, and she appears at the right time, will she be the easiest to accept herself and her love.

Now, as the person in charge of Xianghe Building, he is finally qualified to stand by her side.

Wang Zhujun stared blankly at Yao Qingxiang in front of him, what did he mean by that?What does his action represent?
However, his palm was really big and really warm.

(End of this chapter)