Feng Luxiao friends? Really, MOna? Now you’re saying we used to be friends? But why do I feel that you don’t think of me as a friend at all? Let’s not talk about it before. Do you think I’m a friend or not? You know that I asked you like that at that photo exhibition, and you wouldn’t help me. How dare you say that I’m a friend? Have you seen an accident at a friend’s house that can help from ruin? Would you have helped me if I hadn’t threatened you with that?
Yin Mengting’s hand was tightly clenched into a fist and her nails were embedded in her hand. It was my fault that I apologized to you for that, but Feng Lu, I have helped you now and more than once! I beg you, will you spare me? ！”
Feng Luxiao came into the room with a bank card.
Yin Mengting followed in.
She put away the card bad and looked at Yin Mengting coldly MOna, I know your Yin family is not so weak, and what’s more, isn’t your brother very powerful and profitable? He can make so much money, can’t he get it out?
This is not to say that Mo Yan is also a good thing to say that Mo Yan Yin Mengting is even more angry in this heart. I think you know that Brother Yan is just …
Don’t care about her!
Feng Lu suddenly burst out laughing. Ha, ha, ha. You won’t say that Mo Yan doesn’t even want to give you money to spend as a wife, will you? Aren’t you such a failure? Or did you have a miscarriage and can’t give birth? Did he dislike you?
This matter is suspected to be a sore point in Yin Mengting’s heart. She closed her eyes.
In fact, she thinks so herself. Mo Yan’s attitude towards her has become more and more cold since the abortion. She always kept it in mind when the doctor talked to Mo Yan that day!
Mo Yan not only can’t forget Yin Anran that bitch, but also hates her!
Feng Lu looked at her and shook her head. You are such a failure, but I think this is probably the so-called retribution. You robbed your senior’s boyfriend before, and people said that it would not be good for that person to get what you robbed. It seems that this is true. Look at her senior without Mo Yan, and her life with Meng Yichen is much more nourishing than yours!
That’s enough! Yin Mengting roared a.
Feng Lu so-called shut up MOna, I think you can go and give me money honestly, otherwise I can’t guarantee that the recording will suddenly appear in front of Meng Yichen. Ha ha ha! ！”
Feng Lu gloated in front of Yin Mengting, magnifying her little by little, and her sarcastic smile was endless.
She lost her child, lost her qualification as a mother, and Mo Yan’s attitude towards her was even worse. Now she has to bear Feng Lu’s ridicule and blackmail!
She lives every day. Feng Lu threatens to get money for Feng Lu almost every day.
She’s going to collapse!
Looking at Feng Lu like this, her brain burst into a hot mood.
I rushed to grab Feng Lu’s head and pulled her into the bathroom!
What are you doing! Let go!
Feng Lu struggled Yin Mengting to drag her to the washbasin, which was directly filled with water and pressed Feng Lu’s face into the pool.
Well … well …
Feng Lu desperately tried to struggle, but Yin Mengting pressed her to death, and the stagnant water invaded all her breath.
Feng Lu fluttered a few times, then his hand fell down and nothing happened.
Yin Mengting kept her eyes closed all the time. She was bent on shutting up the damn woman, and when she realized that everything was calm, she slowly opened her eyes.
Feng Lu … She shouted a.
But Feng Lu has given her an answer.
She also calmed down.
Feng Lu is dead!
Realizing this, she was frightened and let go of her hand. Feng Lu’s face dipped into the pool again.
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Feng Lu! Feng Wei! She was so scared that she patted Feng Lu.
But Feng Lu did not respond.
She killed someone!
This cognition made her instantly panic.
The second time was to buy a murderer, but she didn’t do it herself, but this time she killed Feng Lu herself!
What should I do … what should I do! I don’t want to go to jail, don’t go to jail!
She came to walk back to her room.
Recording pen! Recording pen!
She suddenly remembered the recording pen. This is Feng Lu’s residence. I want to come to the recording pen meeting.
She looked for it at once, but she couldn’t find the recorder!
damn it! Where the hell is it!
Yin Mengting is going crazy! I don’t know what to do with the recorder and Feng Lu’s body.
After sitting in the room and thinking for a moment, she picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Feng Lu died, and Yin Mengting was on tenterhooks for a while. She asked someone to help deal with Feng Lu’s body and handled everything.
Although it was handled, it was a human life. She couldn’t be calm. Her heart was always hanging. After about two months, nothing happened, and she was relieved.
Although the recorder has not been found, Feng Lu is dead, and no one will take out the recorder again!
Her mood gradually changed from tense to relaxed.