Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

Feng Jing shook his head, "No, when I moved in, An Tong was the only one at home."

"The only person in the An family is Mr. An, and his mother hasn't appeared before, don't you think it is strange?"

"What's so strange about this. Look at my house. I haven't seen my mother for a month. She goes to the company before I get up every day, and waits for me to come back after sleeping. Recently, she has lived in the company. She doesn't have time to make a phone call, she really doesn't understand the world of super women."

Well... Li Bi shouldn't ask this question. He changed the question, "Ms. Xia thinks there is something wrong with Mr. An?"

"Yes, too many!"

Both Li Bi and the young follower said solemnly: "What's wrong?"

"His voice can make my ears pregnant, his smile makes me dizzy, and every time he says my name, I feel weak."

The little attendant approached Li Bi, "Team Li, this little girl is a nympho."

Li Bi nodded subconsciously. He had seen a nympho, he had never seen such a nympho. He put away his notebook and reminded him very kindly, "Little girl, Mr. An is not as simple as you think."

"Of course, he is a rich man."

Li Bi stalked his throat, leaving a pitiful look, and walked away with the little attendant, thinking that he could get some news from her, he really wanted more!

Scenery curled his lips to the backs of the two people and ran home. Her father's access control is now seven o'clock. Although she is not afraid of her father, she will be in a bad mood when facing a stinky face.

And in the unknown corner, the rumors became hot overnight. Since someone saw the police approaching the door, the rumors about An Tong killing his mother disappeared. The gossip speed was faster than the lyrics by the square dancer. The speed is even faster. Some people stay away from the Anjia area, and some people specifically pull like-minded friends over to give pointers and want to be a famous detective. In short, An Tong, who didn't go out often, has been isolated even more.

"You still don't come to me anymore."

When the scenery was not paying attention to Red Rose's hand, she was stabbed. Before she had time to cry out, she turned around and asked, "Why?"

An Tong sighed, picked up the band-aid on the table in one hand, held her hand in the other, and put the band-aid on her wound, taking care not to hurt her, "You know, it's not good to have a relationship with me now. "

"Then I will be worse off if I don't have anything to do with you!"

"Scenery."

"Don't try to change my mind. I know that now your part-time jobs are gone. You have a family doctor and you lied to me. You are alone. What do you do without me?" Feng Guang stood up, staring down and sitting down. The young man in the wheelchair speaks like this with more momentum.

An Tong was amused by her words, "I can live well without you."

"You lie, every time I come, if the weather is good, you will sit in the courtyard and stare at a flower for a long time. If it rains, you will sit in front of the glass window and watch the raindrops. Falling down, do you know that every time I see you quietly alone, I feel bad in my heart."

An Tong's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Shengguang, are you peeping at me?"

She was confident, "Yeah, I'm just spying on you, can't you?"

Whenever she saw him alone, she always had the urge to stand beside him.

"I don't even know..." An Tong held her forehead feebly, "You still have this hobby."

"Don't worry, I didn't take a peek when you took a bath and changed clothes." She was still very principled.

He felt inexplicably that he should feel fortunate. The streamer in his eyes settled down. He burst into a smile and was extremely sad and desolate. "My life has been stolen. There are no colorful colors. This is my world, scenery, you Shouldn't walk in."