"You said these little girls nowadays have very strange tastes. Why do they like crooked nuts?"

"Correct you."

Nan Song glanced at Fu Yu, "Yan Yuan is only one-quarter of the blood of country T, and the remaining three-quarters are all from our country."

This is what Nan Song learned later. Yan Yuan's father is of mixed race, and his biological mother is a pure Chinese woman.

No wonder, apart from his pair of light gray eyes, he doesn't have many foreign attributes. From a distance, he looks like a Chinese with a bit of a western style.

Fu Yu felt frustrated and started looking for trouble again.

"Anyway, these little girls nowadays are so affectionate. They fall in love with each other every time they see one. If you like this one today, tomorrow you will change the wall if you like that one."

"Isn't this normal?"

Nan Song tilted her head to look at him, her eyes full of disgust, "You are the only one, how dare you criticize others?"

"..."

Fu Yu thought of his dark history, and his mouth became as flat as a clam for a moment.

"Fu Yu, I'm not telling you, you must have some idea."

Nan Song didn't want to say it at first, but with his appearance, he had no choice but to say nothing, "When Yinyin liked you, was it because you rejected people thousands of miles away? You thought she was noisy, you thought she was noisy. How long has Yinyin been chasing you?

How many times have you been scolded by Brother Rui, and how many times have you been imprisoned? That girl Su Yin is quite thick-skinned. She tried her best to get into trouble with her father and refused to give up. But what did you do?

A bunch of ex-girlfriends are not disgusting enough? What else do you want her to do?"

As an aunt, if Nan Song didn't stand up and say something to help him wake up, it would be as if Su Yin was sorry for him.

Fu Yu was beaten so hard by Nan Song that his forehead was split.

"Oh, I've explained it so many times. Those women were really not called by me, but by themselves..."

"It was them who rushed to find Su Yin's trouble. How innocent you are."

Nan Song's face turned cold, "Don't act pitiful for me here. If a woman like you were a woman in ancient times, she would have been imprisoned in a pig cage!"

Fu Yu: "..."

Nan Song picked up the scissors and wanted to repair it with Fu Yu.

"Let me tell you, if Yinyin hadn't knelt down and begged us, saying that all this was her wishful thinking, that she was no different from anyone else, and that she had given up on you."

Nan Song said coldly: "With all the bad things you did, not to mention Brother Rui, we aunts and uncles would have chopped you into pieces long ago!"

Fu Yu felt as if a cold knife had pierced his heart, and a ladle of cold water in his pocket poured cold water on him.

No wonder, no wonder Su Yin didn't contact him for more than a month.

He was stunned for a long time, with a lump in his throat, "Has she given up on me?"

"Otherwise, will I still keep you here for the New Year?"

Nan Song threw the scissors on the table with a crisp "bang" sound.

Fu Yu stared blankly at the scissors, completely stunned.

Will that little girl who chases after him all day long and shouts that "Brother Lucky" is long and "Brother Lucky" is short, will never appear again?

Why is my heart suddenly so empty?

*

On the small island, the mountains and rivers are beautiful all year round, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

There is a feeling that I don’t know what night it is.

It can be said that Jin Wenji is firmly aware that this is already the 87th day after his "death", nearly three months.

Winter has already entered in Beicheng, and Christmas is only half a month away.

In the past three months, he has also been actively doing rehabilitation, hoping that he can stand up soon and return to Beicheng and Nan Song's side.

"Are you awake? Just lie down, I'm going to start injecting needles."

Luo Yin came over with a needle pack and wanted to be possessed by Grandma Rong again. As soon as Yu Jinwen saw the needle, he started to tremble visibly.

"Don't tremble, I won't care if the needle sticks crookedly and bleeds."

Luo Yin threatened, raised her head, and saw Yu Jinwen opening a pair of misty eyes, pursed his lips, and looked at her eagerly.
Chapter completed!