Crazy criticism of female supporting roles is not to be trifled with

I don't know why, but Xie Qingxuan always sees a very familiar smell in Song Licheng. This familiar smell makes Xie Qingxuan uneasy. But Xie Qingxuan's confused eyes looked particularly cute in Song Licheng's eyes, as if the woman was not sure about her feelings, so Song Licheng put down the goblet and held Xie Qingxuan's hand. Like a gentleman, he gently took Xie Qingxuan's hand, and then half-knelt in front of Xie Qingxuan, "I know you don't believe me now, but time is long and there are still many days. As long as you give me a chance, you I will prove it to you whatever you want. Marry me," Song Licheng took out an jade ring from his pocket and put it on Xie Qingxuan's hand. The whole process was done in one go, as if it was a rehearsal. Xie Qingxuan frowned.

"Open the door. Can't you hear me when I ask you to open the door? Song Licheng, please open the door for me!" Fu Minghua knocked on the door outside Song Licheng's house. Obviously Fu Minghua should have knocked on the door in the yard, but because the sound was too loud, he thanked Qingxuan for leaving and Song Licheng. Within the radius, I walked to the window to see Fu Minghua, who was shaking the iron fence hysterically downstairs. So Xie Qingxuan didn't see Song Licheng kneeling behind her, and the meaning flashing in his eyes, the dark aura, was an aura that did not belong to Song Licheng. Xie Qingxuan applied it to his forehead: "I'll go down first. I haven't contacted Fu Minghua recently, which is indeed wrong." "Do you have any reason to contact him?" Song Licheng stood up and put the ring on his hand. It was as if the ring originally belonged to him and was not something that existed as an engagement ring. Xie Qingxuan turned around and took the coat hanging on the chair. When she put it on her body, she saw Song Licheng motionless next to her. So Xie Qingxuan said: "Song Licheng and I are not familiar with you, so your inexplicable proposal is really true." It's too scary, not to mention that as you know, Fu Minghua and I are boyfriend and girlfriend. Your behavior like this is indeed suspicious of meddling in other people's feelings." "You and Fu Minghua are boyfriend and girlfriend?" Song Licheng frowned. He frowned, "When did it happen? All I know is that Fu Minghua confessed to you, so you mean you promised him," "Well, if I promise him, he will not be with Lin Shu. I am willing to agree." He, after all..." Xie Qingxuan looked at the already fried Fu Minghua downstairs and smiled, "It's better to raise a fried puppy than to raise a deep-minded person," Xie Qingxuan pointed out and turned around. When he was there, Song Licheng held his hand again: "Let me be clear, who is thinking too deeply? If your purpose is just not to let Lin Shu and Fu Minghua be together, then there are thousands of ways, why must it be you and Fu Minghua who are together? of?"

"If I tell you, if I are not with Fu Minghua, then one day Fu Minghua will be with Lin Shu, and the most unlucky thing for me in the world is to see Fu Minghua and Lin Shu together, so you can understand. "What if Lin Shu dies?" "What did you say?" Xie Qingxuan stopped. Song Licheng's words were so soft that they just floated away in the air, so that Xie Qingxuan was stunned. I'm not sure if I heard Song Licheng say something like this just now,

"I didn't say anything. Go ahead. Your little wolfdog will break all the doors in our house if you continue like this."

Xie Qingxuan looked at Song Licheng. He still had an elegant aura about him, like a young man from a famous family in the south of the Yangtze River. It seemed that Xie Qingxuan had misheard what he said just now, but Fu Minghua banging on the iron door outside was really noisy. Xie Qingxuan didn't pay too much attention to Song Licheng, so she just put on her clothes and went down. At this moment, Song Licheng made a call, and his voice became cold, not losing the tenderness just now: "You can't do such a simple thing as killing a person. What's the point of keeping your lives."

"I asked you not to be so embarrassed. Why are you banging outside when Song Licheng is being sent off?" Xie Qingxuan opened the big iron door, but before she could finish her words about Fu Minghua, Fu Minghua pulled her into his arms. "I just heard that you were sent to Song Licheng to be imprisoned," Fu Minghua buried his head in Xie Qingxuan's neck, his voice muffled, "Whoever gives you false news, in a society governed by law in broad daylight, who can lock me up? But it's illegal." "If others don't care, I don't worry about Song Licheng." "There's nothing to worry about. Song Licheng is much safer than you. At least they won't just smash the door and scare me to death. "Are you still wearing his clothes? Take them off." Fu Minghua took off Xie Qingxuan's shirt and threw it to the ground. Only then did Fu Minghua realize that he was entangled with Song Licheng. Taken easily. It's Song Licheng's shirt. The style of Song Licheng's shirt is so similar to mine that you wouldn't be able to tell if you don't look carefully. Fu Minghua took off his coat and put it on Xie Qingxuan: "You can only wear my clothes, Xie Qingxuan!"

"Hey, hey, I haven't agreed to be with you yet," "You've eaten me up and wiped me clean, and you still don't want to take responsibility. It's not fair! Write thank you Qingxuan." "Okay, okay, I'm fine now, How are your recent paintings going? I want to check them out," "I'll take you to see them. I've been really inspired recently and I've created a series, and I want to give it to you," "This is you and me. I'm afraid it's not good for you to give it to me for your father's cooperation." "You'll know if you go and take a look. Come on, let's go and take a look!" Fu Minghua took Xie Qingxuan's hand and held it like a puppy. With coquettishness in her arms, Xie Qingxuan had no choice but to leave with him, and all this was seen by Song Licheng on the second floor. Song Licheng's wine, the red wine in his hand had been crushed, and the dregs of the wine spread on his fingertips. The red blood spilled from the fingertips made it difficult to tell whether it was red wine or blood stains. Xie Qingxuan followed Fu Minghua to the studio. In the studio, Fu Minghua put in new paintings. The woman's back was smiling sweetly. She was wearing a robe from the Kingdom of Subia. She looks like a priestess with a destiny.

"So you really painted me as the goddess of the Subiya Kingdom?" "Not the goddess of the Subiya Kingdom." Fu Minghua pulled Xie Qingxuan and turned around. He gently kissed the corner of Xie Qingxuan's mouth, "Yes. My goddess," Xie Qingxuan smiled, but suddenly Xie Qingxuan felt the smell of blood break through her throat. Xie Qingxuan subconsciously pushed Fu Minghua away, and suddenly spit a mouthful of blood on the ground in front of Fu Minghua. Xie Qingxuan herself felt incredible, Not to mention Fu Minghua,

"Why are you thanking Qingxuan? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I..." Just as Xie Qingxuan was about to say something, the fishy smell in her throat continued, and she spat out another mouthful of blood on the ground.