Chapter 923 Language Can Be Honey or a Knife

The old man seemed to know that he had said too much and quickly waved his hand.

"What the heck, you only know how to mess things up! Anyway, you can figure it out yourself! You slept with someone and acted like a arrogant person, making a woman like Liu Qing disgusting everyone for so long, see for yourself what is going on Son!!"

"grandfather!"

Fu Yancheng's voice suddenly rose, and his chest was heaving with anger.

"You said that Nian Nian's last owner was the man Sheng Mian liked, right?"

Fu Chong stood up, leaning on crutches with both hands, obviously not intending to participate in this matter.

"I guessed it too."

"Guess?"

Fu Yancheng felt so funny that his breathing became unsteady.

He noticed there was a hint of sob in his voice, which would be really ironic if that was the case.

At first, he suppressed his allergy and took Guomi to the pet hospital, so he was still hospitalized.

In order to find a topic to talk to Shengmian, he told her about sticky things, hoping that she would have some reaction to him.

It turns out that Sticky was left behind by the man she liked?

Does that mean that as long as Guan Nian is around, she will never forget that man?

It's ridiculous for him to attach so much importance to the dog left behind by his love rival.

Fu Yancheng only felt pain, and his heart was so painful that it was deformed.

Grandpa's words were like a thunderbolt, which made him unable to think seriously even now.

He suddenly remembered that when he was taking care of her in the hospital that day, she called out a strange name. At that time, he was confused and asked whose name it was. Was it her first love?

She said it was the name of Guogiao's previous owner.

She didn't admit that it was her first love, but she did admit it. She was just taking a pass, which was really clever.

The moment the truth was revealed, his eyes suddenly became cold and deep.

Fu Chong had left at this moment, and Shan Xiao was very quiet.

Everyone could see that Fu Yancheng was in a bad mood at the moment, and no one dared to go up and provoke him at this time.

Fu Yancheng sneered suddenly and said to Qi Shen, "Send me to the hospital where Nian Nian is."

Qi Shen nodded, quickly lowered his head and trotted forward to push the wheelchair.

Fu Yancheng was sitting in a wheelchair, holding onto the chair with his fingers, his knuckles still so tight that they turned white.

This feeling was really unpleasant, as if someone had dropped a handful of nails into his heart, instantly pricking him with holes.

Half an hour later, he was pushed into the hospital and saw Sheng Mian waiting in the lobby at a glance.

The pet hospital only had two floors. Sheng Mian sat quietly on the chair, unaware of his arrival.

The moment Fu Yancheng saw her, the storm in his eyes was brewing.

He signaled Qi Shen to stop, and then he slowly maneuvered the chair in front of her.

Sheng Mian heard the sound and raised her head to look at him.

Fu Yancheng looked at her with increasingly obscure eyes, his lips were extremely pale, and he asked hoarsely: "Did the person you like leave the stickiness behind?"

Sheng Mian didn't know how to answer, but the doctor happened to come out at this time, and she quickly got up to ask.

Fu Yancheng grabbed her wrist.

"I asked you if you are?"

Sheng Mian subconsciously shook off his hand.

Fu Yancheng only felt that his heart had been cruelly abandoned and trampled on, and then thrown into the ice and snow.

"Sheng Mian, if it's true, then I hope Nianxie is dead."

Sheng Mian froze. Hearing these words at this juncture, he was instantly stung and lost his mind.

"In my heart, Guan Nian's life is far better than Mr. Fu's child."

Language can be honey or a knife.

You prick me, I prick you, no mercy.