Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1138 Beauty fan. 8
"Don't worry, you will see beauty fans soon, so that you can follow my method to make beauty fans in the future." The girl waved her hand and asked the experienced servants below to do it. Sitting there lazily, with a casual smile.

It is she who is so leisurely, but makes those guests who can't leave feel as if they are being roasted in the fire, suffering very much, when is this a head!
In just a few breaths, the servant handed the things to Fu Yuejun.

Fu Yuejun bent his eyes all of a sudden, and the corners of his eyes slightly raised, showing a look of joy.

"It feels smooth and delicate to the touch, ivory white, as thin as rice paper, with a slight blush, as if you have applied rouge, and there is still Su Hexiang, which Seventh Sister has always loved, very good."

"It's really hard for Seventh Sister, you have worked so hard to take care of it all these years!"

Fu Yuejun looked at the ivory white sheet in his hand with satisfaction, stroked it lightly several times, and said softly, "Don't worry, Seventh Sister, I'm so touched by your doing so for me, I will definitely not let you down, Making the best use of this ivory into a beauty fan."

But thinking about it, Fu Yuejun felt very much looking forward to it!
Moreover, Fu Yuejun is best at making beauty fans. She never thought that one day, her skills would be used on her own sister. Well, this feeling is really different.

Fu Yueying was immediately thrown to the ground by the servants, and her face was wiped from the ground, she could only cry hysterically in pain: "Please, let me die, please let me die, Jiumei, please It's..."

She has had enough of the feeling that life is worse than death. She would rather die than suffer such torture again. She has no face. If she goes to hell in the future, how can she have the face to meet people?
Seeing her in such pain, Fu Yuejun felt a little better.

The girl bent her lips gracefully, looked down at Fu Yueying, and said with a cruel smile: "Sister, you know me best, I won't let you die happily, I will let you live, linger on like a dog In this world, there is no life or death.”

Death is really a relief for Fu Yueying now.

People with such heinous crimes go to hell, they will be sent to the [-]th level of hell, and they will never be reborn. If this is the case, why waste those resources?

To let Fu Yueying go to hell is to defile hell.

"I really like the things I took from you, sister. It's not in vain for you and my sister. Before I die, I can do something for me."

Fu Yuejun played with his nails in a leisurely manner, and his tone was quite regretful: "It's a pity, there is no mirror here, otherwise, I will let you see what you are now, and let you experience what it means to be unforgettable for a lifetime!"

Oh no, Fu Yueying would never forget such an end in her life.

But Fu Yuejun just wanted to make this bitch feel more uncomfortable. She didn't want to kill her. Fu Yuejun understood people's hearts best in two lifetimes. Fu Yueying seemed a frivolous woman, but she still cared about her face.

Now that Yun Xiao is still in Fu's house, if Fu Yueying can't die, it means that Yun Xiao will see her in such a miserable state.

How could the proud Fu Yueying allow her misery to be seen by the person she loves the most?

Although Yun Xiao originally didn't want to see her, but his heart was like Bodhi, with a heart of compassion, if he saw Fu Yueying's miserable state, would he feel pity?
Minghui became interested as soon as he heard it, and asked excitedly, "Sister, do you need me to bring the mirror?"

"Let's forget it, what if she is scared to death?" Fu Yuejun raised his eyebrows and waved his hands calmly: "I can't bear to let her die, the road is still long, I have to thank Seventh Sister! "

Death is the most worthless path. If she was Fu Yueying, she wouldn't be able to bear such humiliation, but what can she do? Her fate is in the hands of others, so she can only accept it.

Fu Yueying's voice was howled hoarse, and the voice she yelled was rough and ugly, like the voice of a male duck.

The matter has come to this point, no matter how much she cries, it will be of no avail.

But Fu Yueying just couldn't be reconciled, even if it was useless, she still cursed Fu Yuejun bitterly at the top of her voice: "Bitch, poisonous woman, you are a poisonous woman, Fu Yuejun, you will definitely die a bad death, a bad death... "

When her face was cut off by a knife, Fu Yueying still had some backbone and couldn't scream. Now, she can only curse hysterically.

Fu Yuejun cast a sideways glance at Fu Yueying, and scolded her so badly, thinking about it, he hated her more and more!
"Come on, I like it when you scold like this, only in this way, you will not die easily."

Fu Yuejun was not angry at all, the girl stood up gracefully, and looked down at Fu Yueying, her voice was full of oppression when she lowered her voice: "You have to live a good life before you have a chance to seek revenge from me."

"In order to avenge me, Seventh Sister, I will trouble you to persevere."

The girl comforted Fu Yueying with a sweet smile, her tone was still calm and slow, very peaceful, just like that, she was gentle and touching, very much like when the two sisters lived together peacefully.

Well, thinking about it is really nostalgic!

Only when such hatred and unwillingness intertwined, Fu Yueying would not have the idea of ​​dying. How could she really dare to die when she was so afraid of death?

Fu Yueying hated her so much that she wanted her to die even in her dreams. If she lived well, it would be even more impossible for Fu Yueying to seek death. Even if she tortured her like this, she still had to live.

"The show is over, everyone should leave too." Fu Yuejun walked out slowly with Jin Tingxiao's support. These people were forced to stay to watch the play, and they must have held back for long enough.

"I'll help you go back." Jin Tingxiao supported Fu Yuejun distressedly, fearing that she couldn't see the way clearly under her feet, so he was more careful when walking.

When the man saw Fu Yuejun's extremely bloody side, instead of feeling disgusted, he felt sorry for her and cared for her even more.

Fu Yuejun seemed careless, but only he knew that it was the most painful thing in her heart.

It was because of the death of Princess Wen Jing that Fu Yueying brought it up again, and the child who died of dystocia, how innocent!
Princess Wen Jing is the pain of her life.

"Fu Yuejun, come back! Slut, come back, come back, bitch..."

Fu Yueying lay there like a rag, crying heartbreakingly, but she didn't dare to shed a tear, she could only use such curses to vent the resentment and pain in her heart.

But no matter how much she vented, she still felt heartbroken. She never thought that one day she would end up like this. She couldn't even die.

Fu Yuejun was really Fu Yuejun, cruel and merciless, she hadn't changed at all, she should have thought of it long ago, she should have died long ago, but she was reluctant to die at that time.

The guests in the room ran out quickly as if they were running away, and only when they left the Fu's house did they dare to vomit out, their faces turned green from being held back.

In that hall, Fu Yueying was the only one left, laying there bloody, weeping terribly, almost exhausting all her strength, cursing Fu Yuejun's eighteen generations of ancestors once.

Dazed by hatred, she apparently forgot that her surname was also Fucha, the ancestor of Fu Yuejun, and also her ancestor of Fu Yueying.

(End of this chapter)