Chapter 121: He is always impatient

Xiang Yu walked in front, although her back was facing the two of them, but based on her understanding of Xiang Wan, she should be thinking of other bad ideas.

Chen Pengfei probably seldom comes to the shantytown. At this moment, he smells the strong stench in the shantytown and the look of disgust in his eyes is not concealed.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and used his other hand to fan his nose, as if this could dispel the bad smell.

Xiang Wan lived in Room 70, Row 46. She lived in a room by herself, and her uncle and aunt lived in another room.

This row of tin houses were closely connected to each other. When the neighbors saw Xiang Wan coming back, they all looked unhappy.

The old lady and the middle-aged woman in Room 67 spat at the three people with contemptuous expressions on their faces.

Because of their disdain for Xiang Wan, they also had no good attitude towards Xiang Yu and Chen Pengfei.

Xiang Yu turned his head and looked at Xiang Wan. When Xiang Wan met Xiang Yu's eyes, his self-esteem was once again frustrated.

Why did she look at her like that? Was she looking down on her?

Just wait, she will become like me soon, Xiang Wan thought in her heart, as long as Chen Pengfei sleeps with Xiang Yu, it will be just the beginning.

She will gradually, step by step, destroy Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu didn't tell her where he lived, so Xiang Wan thought that Xiang Yu had just arrived and hadn't found a place to live yet.

Xiang Wan opened the iron door and moved aside to let the two of them go in first. There was no light in the small room.

Even though the sun was shining brightly outside, not a single ray of sunlight could get through the closed windows in the room.

An indescribable smell could be faintly smelled. In the room was a wooden bed that was one and a half meters wide and two meters long.

There was dry grass on the wooden board, and on top of that was a mat, which had some black and yellow stains on it.

The chamber pot in the corner seemed to be full, and the smell was self-evident.

I didn't expect that Xiang Wan would be so relaxed without her support in this life. It's just that her uncle and aunt, who have always been a bit feudal, had very interesting expressions.

No, maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe in order to survive, Xiang Wan's behavior was condoned by them. After all, human beings are selfish by nature.

In addition to the bed, there is a small sofa by the window, but the original color of the sofa can no longer be seen.

Some of Xiangwan's clothes were piled on the sofa, but in the current environment, it was already very good to have a place to live.

After Xiang Wan entered the room, she asked the two to sit on the bed, "Cousin, this place is so small, you and Pengfei can sit on the bed, the bed is cleaner..."

She faced Chen Pengfei's disdainful gaze and tidied the clothes on the sofa.

Xiang Yu glanced at the bed. He thought that it was probably the dirtiest place in the room.

She didn't sit down immediately, but Chen Pengfei had already stepped forward impatiently. He sat beside the bed and called Xiang Yu to come over quickly.

"Cousin, my parents will be back soon. You and Pengfei can chat first. I'll go prepare dinner for them."

Having said that, Xiang Wan left the room and even considerately closed the door for the two of them.

Xiang Yu was still standing near the window. After the door was completely closed, the room suddenly became dark. Chen Pengfei, who was sitting on the bed, no longer pretended.

He pounced towards Xiang Yu with a sudden move.

Xiang Yu had been on guard against him for a long time. The dagger slipped out of his sleeve and his palm instantly grasped the hilt, using the faint light coming through the window.

Xiang Yu stabbed the knife into his neck and then twisted the blade. Chen Pengfei fell to the ground without even a scream.

With a thud, the heavy object fell to the ground. Xiang Yu shook off the blood on her hands, and the blood on the dagger was thrown onto the wall by her.

At this time, Chen Pengfei had not died immediately. His eyes were filled with fear and he tried to make a sound, but each syllable he uttered could only be heard.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound in his throat. His mouth kept making a rumbling sound. He wanted to turn over and looked at Xiang Yu who was squatting on the sofa.

There was fear in his eyes, "Help..."

Xiang Yu squatted on the sofa, stabbing the sofa with the dagger in his hand, leaving one knife mark after another.

As she watched Chen Pengfei die in front of her eyes and his body gradually become cold, her expression did not change at all, and she just kept watching indifferently.

Outside the tin house, Xiang Wan locked the door and listened carefully outside the room. When she heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, she thought Chen Pengfei had succeeded.

With a smug smile on his face, he put his ear to the door and listened carefully.

I could hear Chen Pengfei's constant breathing, but I couldn't hear Xiang Yu's voice. I guess Xiang Yu had been controlled by Chen Pengfei and was pressed under him.

He couldn't even beg for mercy. Chen Pengfei was always very impatient about this matter.

In addition, it was already past six in the evening, and the workers who had gone to work had returned one after another.

"Wanwan, what are you doing standing here..." A familiar voice sounded behind her. Even without turning around, Xiang Wan knew that her parents had returned.

She gave the two of them a meaningful smile, and they instantly understood what was happening in the room.

The three of them tacitly agreed not to speak, opened the iron door next door and walked in.