And that person is...

Liu Zhenying's eyes flickered across Nan Feng's face, with deep eyes and gentle and calm facial features. Although his figure was slightly thin, he was still growing well.

Looking away, she sighed. For him, she tried hard to show off her ability to poke people's hearts. She imitated Qu Xiaojue's example and pursed her crimson lips, almost indifferently: "To be honest, even if you are Liao Qingqing

My friend, I also look down on you."

"You..." Clara gritted her teeth, her face full of grief and anger: "You actually insulted me."

"Did I say something wrong?"

Casting a mocking look, Liu Zhenyongsi raised his eyebrows slowly: "You said it yourself, you are the eldest lady of the George family, a daughter of a socialite born with a silver spoon in your mouth, so why do you want to do it for your so-called children?

Has your love made you so inhuman?"

"You don't know that Nan Feng had a girlfriend before, or you don't know that he is deeply in love with another woman. You have really lacked a sense of security since you were a child. You were kidnapped and abandoned by your family, which is why you lack love and men.

To this point? Or should I say..."

She suddenly narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, and the invisible but strong sense of oppression and sharpness came out: "Is there a hidden meaning in this?"

Looking at Clara's little hand that was suddenly clenched at her side, Liu Zhenying knew that he might have guessed it right. After all, romance TV dramas are all about such bloody routines.

"Let me guess, is it a life-saving grace, or is it empathy? Or is it a stand-in? Could it be a ridiculously fake car accident and amnesia?"

Not knowing which word she heard, Clara closed her eyes, feeling a heavy feeling of depression in her chest, a suffocating tight feeling.

Although she didn't know the name of the woman in front of her, her eyes were so poisonous that they unceremoniously penetrated the most fragile and untouchable parts of her heart.

After waiting for a long time, looking at Clara's increasingly tense face, and the look that seemed to be unwilling to say another word, Liu Zhenying was a little impatient: "Are you in a good mood? If so,

, let’s sit down and talk, I’m tired of standing.”

This sentence is obviously not asking for other people's opinions, but...

notify.

Before anyone could respond, Liu Zhenying sat on the dark purple sofa and commanded naturally: "I'm thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water? Thank you."

"Are you ordering me?"

"Yes, if it's not you, could it be me?"

Zhijin, who was asked in return by Liu Zhenying, immediately frowned, as if he was being insulted invisibly, and gritted his teeth: "If you want to drink water, pour it yourself. It's not like you don't have arms or legs."

"Why are you so weird?" Liu Zhenying held his chin with one hand, casting suspicious eyes on Zhijin, and said bluntly without restraint: "It's just a pour of water, why do you make it sound like I'm scolding you?"

It’s the same as yours, and this dispute is between the three of you. I’m just kind-hearted to help you mediate, so you are the host and I am the guest. It’s not too much for the host to pour a glass of water for the guest.”

"Then why is it me?"

"She is being scolded." Liu Zhenying first glanced at Clara, then looked at Nan Feng: "He was injured, who else is there besides you?"

"But……"

Zhijin wanted to say something else, but Nan Feng pulled her back and stared at her with disapproving eyes: "Zhijin, this lady is right, she avoided the possibility of us being killed, and she can be regarded as ours."

My savior, it’s not too much to just pour a glass of water. If you don’t want to go, then I’ll go.”

With that said, Nan Feng prepared to stand up.

But he was injured and had not yet sought medical treatment. How could Zhijin let him move around?

"You'd better sit down." Zhijin grabbed Nanfeng's uninjured arm and pulled him back to his original position, then stood up angrily: "I'll just go and help her pour water."

After saying that, she turned around and left. The sound of her high heels, which symbolized arrogance, was loud and sweet as she stepped on the ground.

Looking at Zhijin's back, Liu Zhenying seemed to have remembered something, and reminded with a smile: "By the way, I like to drink warm water, please mix it for me, and... please don't spit into my cup.

oh."
Chapter completed!