The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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After marrying Su Hongyu, who is well-matched, the two love each other more, which is enviable.

However, four years ago, she suddenly committed suicide by jumping off a building due to depression, leaving behind her thirteen-year-old son and husband.

Moreover, regarding this matter, the media only reported overwhelmingly, but did not leave any useful information.

As if someone could erase it.

Fusheng didn't believe in evil, and patiently searched bit by bit.

finally,

In a report at the bottom, she saw a strange sentence——

"Ms. Zhang Yingying and Mr. Su Hongyu have been in harmony for many years. This match made in heaven, an enviable marriage, who is it and who is it that I am sorry for?"

Fu Sheng stared at this sentence and began to turn his pen,

This sentence looks... very meaningful,

so,

Zhang Yingying... actually has a lover?

"Knock—knock—"

Fu Sheng was thinking, but was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

She glanced at the door, then looked away, "Mother Zhang, I'm not hungry."

"It's me." The hoarse voice was light.

"……Um?"

Fu Sheng was a little surprised, she quickly got up and walked over, opened the door,

"What's wrong?"

Outside the door, the young man in a bathrobe was slightly disheveled and dripping with water.

He should have just taken a shower, his dark eyes were covered with mist, and he was less aggressive, his lips were bright red, slightly pursed, looking a little nervous.

"what?"

"...Huh?" Fusheng was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized,

"Then you wait a moment."

As she spoke, she hurried into the room, took out a stack of letters from the bookcase, and walked out.

"Here, here you are."

The boy paused, and his gaze fell lightly on the colorful envelope, "What is this?"

"Love letter!" Fu Sheng thought of something and suddenly felt guilty, "This... a friend of mine asked me to hand it over to you."

"..." The young man turned cold suddenly,

He didn't even look at it, he threw the letters aside, then grabbed her hand, his black eyes were cold,

"You help them deliver?"

You actually help them do these things?

"It hurts, it hurts—" Fu Sheng wrinkled his face, clasped his hand,

"No—my friend she—"

Before she finishes speaking,

Su Muhan suddenly let go of his hand and strode away.

It seems that he is extremely angry.

"Big... Dabai?"

"Bang—" The door was slammed shut again.

Fu Sheng: "..."

How many times can this door withstand his torture?

[Miss sister, I just said you don't want to do this...it's thankless. 】

"..."

well,

Fortunately, she has worked hard to write for so long.

Fu Sheng looked at the scattered letters on the ground with pity, squatted down, and picked them up silently.

She originally thought about exchanging someone else's love letter for her own, and then giving it to him,

In the end he didn't want to...

...It was written in vain.

"You're right, you won't be sent to death in the future."

Fu Sheng silently collected the letters, then stood up,

She went back to her room and put the letters at the bottom of the cabinet.

...

...

From this day on,

Su Muhan's unilateral cold war has begun.

He has always deliberately avoided Fu Sheng, whether it is at school or at home,

are far away.

He seemed to be taking a gamble, suppressing something in his heart.

Fusheng saw it, and didn't deliberately go up to brush his face,

Taking advantage of the time when her parents were not at home, she was busy earning money to find detectives, while living her senior year of high school step by step.

...

this evening,