The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

"I'm okay, so I should let her go. This kind of misconception is a good sister. Why did I treat her like that before, you didn't know how to force it? Why? Only you are allowed to bully me, and I am not allowed to fight back? In this world, there is no reason to suffer a dumb loss. At least in my Meng Ying's place, I definitely won't be bullied and swallow it."

Meng Ying stared at Zou Jiao, "If you want to get the knife for her, I can let her go. How about? Do you want to test your sister's affection today?"

Zou Jiao knew how ruthless Meng Ying was. She even dared to offend Miss Sheng Jia, and there was nothing she could do.

If she doesn't do anything about today's matter, I'm afraid she won't be able to do anything.

An Xinyu was so confused that she was startled by the demonic aura emanating from Meng Ying's body.

She pushed Zou Jiao forward and ran away.

Zou Jiao rushed to Meng Ying, seeing that she was about to hit the knife, Meng Ying raised the knife back, caught Zou Jiao, and stabilized her.

Zou Jiao's face paled with fright, she had no idea An Xinyu would do this.

At this moment, An Xinyu stood trembling at the door, and the fruit knife wiped her face and nailed it to the door.

She didn't dare to get out of the air, she almost urinated in fear.

Meng Ying glanced at Zou Jiao, a touch of sarcasm evoked at the corner of her mouth, and then she moved towards An Xin.

"Tsk tusk tusk, it's really a deep sisterhood." Meng Ying pulled the knife from the door and lifted An Xinyu's chin with the knife face, "A person like you, and friends?"

An Xinyu knew exactly what she did just now, but it was human instinct, and she couldn't help it.

Meng Ying put down the fruit knife and clapped his hands, "Okay, you can go."

An Xinyu's tense heart felt like an amnesty, no matter Zou Jiao, ran out quickly.

Zou Jiao was angry and angry. She really didn't expect An Xinyu to treat her like this.

She was blind!

Meng Ying looked back at Zou Jiao, who had an ugly expression, chuckled, and took Qingcheng's hand, "Qingcheng, the most precious thing in this world is true love. So, don't give your sincerity lightly. Because sometimes what you give will only be true. Become a tool for others to use."

Qingcheng looked at her, "Can I give you my heart?"

Meng Ying was startled, then smiled and nodded, "Yes."

There was a smile in Qingcheng's eyes.

...

An Xinyu returned home uncontrollably, sitting on the sofa holding a pillow, the fear of fear has not passed, and it is getting worse.

Meng Ying is simply not a human being, she really dares to do anything, it's terrifying.

"Xinyu, when did you come back?" An Sheng walked down the stairs, Young Master Pianpian generally gentle.

An Xin didn't speak, her mind was full of Meng Ying gestures with a fruit knife in her face.

That Meng Ying, used to be a fool, is now a lunatic.

She can guarantee that if it weren't for her push, Meng Ying would definitely scratch her face with a knife.

It hurts to think about it.

An Sheng didn't see her responding to him, walked up to her, and suddenly exclaimed, "Xinyu, why is your face bleeding so much?"

An Xin raised her head sluggishly.

She touched her face dumbly and looked at her hands in horror, her hands full of blood.

"..."

She said, why Meng Ying let her go suddenly.

It turned out that her face was hurt long ago.

"Ah!" An Xinyu screamed disheartenedly, covering her face!

...

Meng Ying took a shower and lay on the bed and played with her mobile phone. She glanced at the closed bedroom door, operated with her fingers, and the screen of her mobile phone changed.

She stared at the unread messages inside and frowned.

I quickly typed a line of words, and after sending it, the screen image changed back.

Mu Yuansheng opened the door and came in. Seeing that she was still playing with her mobile phone, "Aren't you sleeping?"

"Waiting for you." She put down the phone, smiling sweetly.