"Tell me, what are you thinking about? Why did you send Fang Wanqing's letter?"

In a room on the second floor, Luna hugged her arms and asked loudly.

"I'm so busy every day, so how can I have time to deal with such things? I told the housekeeper to do it. Who knew he sent all the letters?"

It turned out that ten years ago, on the eve of graduation, all the classmates wrote a letter to herself ten years later, and wrote an envelope, and handed it over to Yin Zhongliang for safekeeping. Before Fang Wanqing disappeared, she naturally wrote a letter to herself ten years later.

"Anyway, I don't believe that woman is Fang Wanqing."

Luna sneered.

"It's true, the hand feels wrong."

Yin Zhongliang thought of shaking hands just now. He remembered that night, Fang Wanqing's fleshy little hand was wrapped around her neck. She thought it was a spring dream. At that time, her hands were tender and soft. Now, although Fang Wanqing's hand was slender, it was very powerful, which was very different from ten years ago.

"Ha, do you still remember the ecstasy feeling back then? Well, it's the first time?" Luna said with a sarcastic look on her face.

But she forgot that Yin Zhongliang is not the son of a rich man ten years ago. He just glanced at Luna indifferently: "Yes, I still remember now. I'm sorry to Fang Wanqing. If she was real, I would do my best to make up for the mistakes of that year. Unfortunately, I also think she is not real. It must be the real Fang Wanqing sent her."

Luna was a little surprised: "You already know, then why..."

Yin Zhongliang smiled: "When someone comes to act, I will of course set up a stage and fulfill the friendship of the landlord. I owe Fang Wanqing, but I don't owe this woman. I want to see what kind of flower head this woman can do."

Luna nodded: "That's right, just ask her to be by our side, in the light, so that she can see clearly."

She suddenly smiled again, gently hooked Yin Zhongliang's neck, and circled his hand on the buttons of his long robe: "Have you missed me these days?"

Yin Zhongliang sighed: "You, you, you, you've only been apart for a few days, and you can't help it?" As he said that, he picked up Luna, threw it onto the bed, reached out to unbutton Luna's dress, but was pricked by her brooch, and blood beads oozed out of her fingertips.

Yin Zhongliang said viciously: "Okay, you want to eat people, and the jewelry you wear can also eat people. Let's see how I deal with you."

Luna kept smirking and twisting her body on the bed.

Yin Zhongliang suddenly laughed: "I don't know if your husband is alone now."

Luna unbuttoned herself and glared at him: "It's really a shame. What should I do when I mention him at this time? It's a bad luck."

Luna graduated from high school and did not go to college, so she married the son of a banker. After a few years of good life, she also gave birth to a pair of children. But who would have thought that the warlords fought, and the general fought over and over. The banker thought it was an opportunity to get rich, so she followed the British to rush into arms and accidentally offended a certain commander. Her family was almost destroyed. Luna's life was also in the sky and earth, and she suddenly changed from a young grandmother to a resentful woman who avoided the creditors every day.

At this moment, middle school classmate Yin Zhongliang married a rich girl after graduating from university. He was very happy. I don’t know where to know Luna’s recent situation, but then the story came naturally.

Money is the bamboo pole that Pan Jinlian touched. Yin Zhongliang was pure vanity for the dream that was out of reach when he was young.

Yin Zhongliang deliberately pressed Luna's dress with his scratched fingers. Luna screamed: "It's a goddamn thing, this is a newly bought one, and it's just worn. How can you withstand such a waste?"

"I was poured with tea on the left and right, so I can't wear this clothes anymore. Let's talk about a piece of clothes. Let's just waste it. I can even waste it."

Yin Zhongliang laughed and continued to do it.

Soon the sound of gasping indoors sounded and the bed began to shake rhythmically.

A wife is like clothes, and someone else's wife is a borrowed clothes, possessed and ravaged by greed, just for the suppressed desire in her heart that year. If it is accidentally torn, change it to another one.

A muffled thunder came from outside, and soon, raindrops as big as soybeans fell.

Fang Wanqing stood at the window, watching the increasingly blurred rain and fog outside in a daze.

At this time, the door opened silently, and a young man dressed in a waiter walked in. The felt hat was pressed low, and it was the one who helped Meng Zhuo back to the room with Yin Zhongliang.

"What's going on?"

Fang Wanqing turned around and asked.

The young man was wearing the uniform of Xinqiao Villa, looking a little weak, and he smiled and said, "Over there, it's already..." He took off his felt hat and threw it aside, showing an ambiguous smile on his face. Then he patted his hair and said, "I don't know who has worn this torn hat. I'm afraid there are lice and itchy."

"You are really a young master. You will be a waiter after playing for a while."

Fang Wanqing glanced at him, and the man smiled and said, "You pretend to be a young lady, I want to be a servant. It's unfair, Miss Ye."

"Remember, I am Fang Wanqing now."

Fang Wanqing's tone was a little heavy, and then said, "I knew that these three people had a different relationship. Qin Lulu and Luna should be both Yin Zhongliang's mistresses. Qin Lulu spoke strangely, as if Fang Wanqing had lost her virginity back then."

"It was Yin Zhongliang who did it. I eavesdropped on his conversation with Luna at the door."

The man was proud.

Fang Wanqing patted him on the shoulder: "No, it's good, a child can teach you."

"We might be the one who is a ruzi." The man bounced his shoulder with disgust. "It was strange at this time. Fang Wanqing's diary said that he had a crush on Yin Zhongliang, and Yin Zhongliang liked Luna. In order to see Yin Zhongliang a few more glances, she tried every means to curry favor with Luna. The problem was that how could Yin Zhongliang do that with Fang Wanqing if he liked Luna."

"What's even more strange is that since Fang Wanqing has a crush on Yin Zhongliang, she must have been very happy if she had been with Yin Zhongliang for a while. How could she not sue and disappear without saying goodbye?"

This Miss Ye is now impersonating Fang Wanqing's identity and talking about what she does with this name, she feels a little strange.

"The fat man has something to say everywhere. Fang Wanqing's disappearance must have something to do with them. He tried to use this incident to threaten Yin Zhongliang."

"It seems that the key to everything lies in Yin Zhongliang, but this person is very cunning and it is difficult to open up the situation. So let's start with this fat man."

Fang Wanqing suddenly reached out to touch the man's chest, and the man took a step back: "Eat my tofu?"

"Do you have any cigarettes? I've been pretending to be a lady for an afternoon and I'm so tired."

The man took out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, Fang Wanqing took out one, and said with some disgust: "It's Hard Gate again, so you can't change the brand."

"No, I'm used to it, I've been smoking this since forty years ago." The man's expression was serious.

Fang Wanqing laughed: "It looks like you are talking about it. If you want to be surprised by your mistakes, you will be surprised."

The man turned on the lighter and helped Fang Wanqing light a cigarette. Fang Wanqing took a sip and skillfully vented a cigarette ring: "I said Zhao Nan, how old are you? Sometimes you are old-fashioned, sometimes you are childish and annoying."

"What do you think? I said I'm thousands of years old, do you believe it?"

"Bah, why don't you say you are an ape man, a monkey, and your hair is still there."

Fang Wanqing pushed him in disgust: "Continue to monitor."

"I found that you really killed a donkey without removing the mill."

Zhao Nan muttered and walked out. Fang Wanqing leaned against the window, listened to the sound of rain outside, glanced at the cigarette in her hand, and slapped it out, letting the smoke linger on her fingertips.

"I don't like smoking at all. I just show it to others."

She sighed.

In the early morning, the rain continued, drizzling.

Fang Wanqing finished washing and was waiting for news from Zhao Nan when she suddenly heard a scream from the corridor: "Diet! Damn!"
Chapter completed!