Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character is a Squeamish Bag

"My Nuomuo is the kindest and most beautiful, I don't want to see you again."

After Wen Ya finished speaking, she turned around and got into the car without looking at Su Qianqian.

"Wenya, you are ruthless and ruthless, cold-blooded and ruthless."

"Your family is not a good person."

"I didn't have a child before, and they treated me like a baby, but now that the child is back, they treat me like grass."

"You're all bad guys."

Su Qianqian kept yelling, her body swayed, and she knelt down on the ground and cried bitterly.

Why, why did you treat her like this.

Wenya and their car continued to move forward.

He put Su Qianqian's heart-piercing cries behind him.

Wen Ya closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks slowly.

How could there be no emotion at all.

It's just that those feelings have been damaged and riddled with holes.

Su Shihao didn't speak, just stretched out his hand, wrapped Wenya's shoulder, and patted Wenya's shoulder one after another.

It was late at night, the wind and snow were raging, and there was no tendency to stop.

Su Qianqian was wearing a thin skirt, and walked staggeringly, as if she had no soul.

After going around, she turned into a small alley.

Su Qianqian stopped suddenly.

Now, she actually lives in such a desolate place.

The road is uneven, one piece high and one piece low.

Garbage was piled up everywhere, even though it was covered with white snow, stepping on it with one foot still stepped into the muddy muddy pond, splashing bursts of jet-black muddy water.

The muddy water polluted the white snow and gave off a foul smell.

Su Qianqian stood still, her eyes dim.

Right now, all of this is not what she wants.

Suddenly, in the silent snow field, there was another crackling sound.

Su Qianqian turned her head stiffly, and looked at Li Xinghai standing behind wearing a black woolen coat.

Su Qianqian, who was already dumbfounded, had resentment in her eyes at this moment, wishing she could go up and tear Li Xinghai apart.

This is the man who misled himself and used himself.

"Li Xinghai!"

Su Qianqian gritted her teeth and let out a cry, wishing to eat his flesh and blood.

Li Xinghai was not moved, his thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a slight smile, and there was some evil in his long and narrow eyes.

He walked forward with long legs, arms crossed, and an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Li Xingchen smuggled out, Su Qianqian, you are now a cockroach living in the stinking ditch."

Li Xinghai said coldly, the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper.

Facing Li Xinghai like this, Su Qianqian's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

With a shake of her body, Su Qianqian sat down on the ground.

She was trembling all over, looking at Li Xinghai's eyes, full of fear.

As Li Xinghai got closer and closer, Su Qianqian also pawed on the ground with both hands, and kept shrinking back.

"Don't, don't come here.

Li Xinghai sneered, and gradually approached, bending over and lowering his head.

"Cockroaches living in stinky gutters, are you familiar with this sentence?"

Li Xinghai smiled lowly. He saw Su Qianqian kept her head lowered, trembling.

Then he stretched out his hand, pinched Su Qianqian's chin, and lifted her head vigorously.

"Are you familiar?"

Li Xinghai asked again.

Su Qianqian's eyelashes fluttered wildly, and she didn't dare to meet Li Xinghai's eyes.

She suddenly thought of that day, Li Xinghai had just been brought back from the slums.