The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 4 Alluring City Crossing (4)

She raised her hand and traced the outline of the face with her fingers.

After looking at the face for so many years, she recognized it at a glance. This face was exactly the same as her in the previous life!
It can be vaguely seen that a pair of charming peach blossom eyes have begun to take shape, the nose is delicate, and the bridge of the nose is straight.

Thin pink lips, delicate and small, complemented her facial features.

The immature eyebrows and eyes have not yet opened, but this is clearly what she looked like when she was a child!

It is much thinner than when she was a child.

The corner of the mouth is slightly raised, this is the best, the body is not hers, but the face can be exactly the same as the previous life, it is the best after all.

However, there is a 11-year-old soul living in this 21-year-old body, so Feng Qingcheng will inevitably feel a little uncomfortable and depressed.

As she walked to the table, cramps came and went suddenly in her stomach.

She clutched her stomach, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her little hands tightly clutched the corners of her clothes.

Feng Qingcheng almost wanted to bite her silver teeth, but enduring the severe pain, she walked to the bedside.

Lay your body flat on the bed, rub your index and middle fingers on several acupuncture points on your belly.

After a quarter of an hour of massage, the stomach pain gradually eased.

Feng Qingcheng wiped off the cold sweat from her forehead, her face was heavy.

The original owner was 11 years old. Long-term nutritional deficiencies made her look younger than 11 years old. A sudden stomach attack made Feng Qingcheng aware of a problem. Her situation was very dangerous.

The world she traveled to was a fantasy world.

Here, the strong are respected.

The reason why Luo Xingchen was abandoned was because she was born stupid and useless.

No matter how noble her status is, in this world, she is not even as good as a commoner.

What's more, the original owner was abandoned by his own father, and it was normal for him to be reduced to the point where he was killed by two slaves.

There was a cold light in Taohua's eyes, Feng Qingcheng really wanted to know, who is such a fool, such a waste, who can't tolerate her!

He insisted on killing Luo Xingchen.

Thinking about it, Feng Qingcheng felt more and more tired.

She simply closed her eyelids, covered herself with a thin quilt, and fell asleep peacefully on the bed.

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"Little fool, come out and eat!"

A sour voice was especially loud in the small yard.

Hearing the sound, Feng Qingcheng woke up.

The owner of this voice left a very "deep" impression in Luo Xingchen's memory.

After thinking about it, a face immediately appeared in Feng Qingcheng's mind——

The wrinkles on her face, the malicious eyes, she came from her heart, and she was as sharp and mean as her voice. Her surname was Su, and she was called Mother Su.

The person Luo Xingchen was most afraid of was her, so that when Su Momo's voice sounded, Feng Qingcheng immediately felt palpitations.

This was the reaction of the original owner Luo Xingchen staying in this body.

It's bad.

Feng Qingcheng frowned, the time has not come, she can't let people find her flaws.

Close your eyes, open your eyes, the clear eyes become dull and lifeless again.

She smirked "hehehehe", jumped off the stool, and ran out quickly, shouting incessantly:

"Eat, eat! Eat! Eat!"

Feng Qingcheng happily ran to the rice basket, grabbed the white rice in the bowl with her dirty hands, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Madam Su looked at Feng Qingcheng who looked like a beggar with disgust, stretched out her left hand and pinched Feng Qingcheng's ear fiercely, and cursed:
"An idiot is an idiot. He has only changed his clothes for a few days, and they are so dirty. He really is a bastard."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, as if they were stained with something dirty, and spit on the food on the ground in resignation, before leaving the yard contentedly, twisting the waist of the bucket.

(End of this chapter)