The one who came back was not Songzi, but Mr. Fu San!

He, why is he here?

The one scratching the door just now was a Pekingese?

Mr. Fu San was the quickest to react. He placed the roast chicken wrapped in oil paper on the table by the window, turned his head away and said, "I didn't see anything. You..."

He wanted to persuade her to take care of herself and not hurt herself because of a man.

But just now, he clearly saw the scar on her lower abdomen.

That was left by the knife she hit herself that year.

Her parents had opposed it back then, but it was of no use.

So in the end, you have to bear some of the pain yourself.

Mr. Fu swallowed his words of persuasion, and finally said, "Be careful with the candles and go to bed early."

He rolled up the window and strode away.

Song Qingci took a long time to react, and suddenly pulled up the quilt to cover his face.

Forget it, she might as well suffocate herself to death.

How will she face Mr. Fu San in the future!

Would he think he was seducing her and drive her away?

Also, Song Qingci was powerless to complain about his last sentence, "Be careful with fire."

She doesn't want to live anymore, she really doesn't want to live anymore.

Life is so long, how long will it take her to forget this incident!

Go down the mountain, go down the mountain quickly.

She decided to write another letter home tomorrow, pluck a few feathers from a chicken's butt and stick them on the letter, and ask someone to take it to her mother so that she would know that the situation was really urgent.

If she doesn't come, she will die!

Song Qingci missed his sister Xu Jinzhu very much at this time.

If you think about some embarrassing things, the embarrassment will swell and ferment.

But if you talk about it with people close to you, it seems to dissipate a lot.

Sister, I want to tell you that your sister has been so unlucky recently!