Chapter 2875

Old Feng smelled the speech and nodded. He didn't say anything more.

In the feelings of the younger generation, he will not interfere at all.

He even indulged in her.

*

"no matter what you say, I won't agree to divorce."

In the hall, three people sat down, and no one opened his mouth. Fengjin had already said this.

Old Feng looked at his grandson: "I have seen the picture that Rongrong sent me. Do you have anything to explain? "

Feng Jin's pretty face showed a trace of anger. He looked at the face of Huarong and gnawed his teeth and said, "that's slander! Nothing happened to Sisi and me... "

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Feng again: "I want to ask you, these three months, you have not been with Rong Rong together, but to accompany that little girl?"

Phoenix brocade slightly a meal, pursed a lip, he low voice way: "think think think falls down from the upstairs, accidentally fell broken leg, her home no one, I am not at ease."

Feng Lao calmly nodded and turned his head to look at the face of the flower sitting beside him.

He sighed softly and said to Huarong, "you have been wronged."

Huarong smiles and shakes her head at him.

She seems to have been completely indifferent.

Feng Laodao: "Xiaojin made such a mistake. As a grandfather, I have nothing to defend for him. I have already seen your divorce agreement. As the fault party, it is really right to leave the house in a clean body. He has to take responsibility. "

Feng Jin stood up before he finished his old saying.

He looked at old Feng in disbelief, as if he were looking at a person who was making trouble without reason: "grandfather, I said that I have nothing to do with Sisi. These photos were taken by her in her place. Are you..."

"Sit down for me!" Fenglao suddenly raised his crutch and knocked it hard on the ground. The walking stick of solid wood was very heavy, which made a dull sound of "Dong" on the ground. He looked at Feng Jin sternly and said coldly, "what's the elder's speech? Where's your tutor? "

“……” Feng Jin pursed her lips and sat back reluctantly.

Feng Laodao said: "what you're looking for now is not about the woman in your photo, but where have you been in the past three months. Fengjin, what have you done to fulfill your husband's responsibilities in these three months? What qualifications do you have to continue this marriage? "

Fengjin said coldly:" I also want to contact her. She doesn't contact me. What can I do? Grandfather, you are too partial. At the beginning, you forced me to marry her. Now she wants to divorce. You also force me to divorce. What do you think I am? Have you ever been a grandfather like this

If you don't even want to stay in the hospital for three months, do you really want to see her? I'm partial? If Rongrong were my granddaughter, I would have broken your leg now! "

Feng Jin was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and looked at Huarong. Huarong sat not far away and laughed at him. The smile was flat as usual and could not see any emotion.

Old Feng stood up, went to Feng Jin, and said coldly, "this matter Rong Rong has not told their family members. This is because she still has some feelings for you. Otherwise, what you lose is the face of our Feng family! Your wife is seriously injured and hospitalized for three months. As a husband, you run to accompany your lover. Who do you think can defend you? Take advantage of the fact that things are not serious now, go and divorce me. Don't let Rong Rong be angry! "

Feng Jin's face was blank. It seemed that he didn't expect this situation. He looked at Feng Lao's angry face and tried to see the joking look on his face, but he didn't find it.

"I don't know..." He subconsciously said a word, but this sentence, in exchange for the old Feng slapped.

He licked the inner wall of his mouth and tasted the smell of blood. He closed his eyes and could not speak.

Doesn't he really know?

Three months ago that night, he received a phone call from Huarong. She called him gently because she didn't expect him to come, right?

Worried about Liu Sisi, he hung up her phone angrily and didn't even take it seriously.

He had no room to justify himself.

Old Feng turned angrily and gave him an ultimatum: "I don't want to scold you any more. So far, I support her in what she wants to do. Fengjin, you really disappoint me. I shouldn't have let Rongrong marry you. You are not suitable for her at all. "

Huarong stood up from the sofa and handed the reprinted divorce agreement to him.

"Here you are. Take a look at it again. If it's OK, sign it. "

Feng Jin watched them sing and sing, even some doubt, is this a play that Huarong and Feng Lao performed in order to cheat him into divorce?

How could Huarong be seriously injured?

She looks like she used to be!

Feng Jin pushed the document to her face and said with gnashing teeth: "I don't believe it. You said you were in hospital for three months? What evidence do you have? ""You...!" Old Feng suddenly turned around and wanted to beat his grandson. He was stopped by Huarong.

"You want evidence, don't you?" Huarong looks at him and smiles, "even if I give you the hospitalization record, you will only think that it was forged by my bribe relationship. Well, come with me upstairs, and I'll show you the evidence. "

"Rong Rong..." Feng Lao helplessly called her, he seems to feel extremely guilty.

Huarong calmly shook her head, her mind has been determined, will not shake for anything.

Once a person like her has made up her mind, she will never look back until death.

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Phoenix brocade went upstairs with the appearance of flowers.

"What do you show me?" Feng Jin held his arms impatiently. His fair eyebrows were deeply wrinkled. Looking at the Huarong in front of him, he felt that Huarong was becoming more and more impetuous.

Huarong turned her back to him and began to undress.

Feng Jin was startled. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the delicate carcass gradually appearing in the air. Unconsciously, he swallowed his saliva and rolled his throat.

"What are you doing?" His voice is dumb, with some micro magnetism, "grandfather is still downstairs, you..."

Huarong turned and showed him the scar on his heart. ,

"is this evidence strong enough?"

The flower looks very white.

It's the kind of white that's like lanolin and jade.

The skin after careful maintenance is soft and smooth even to the touch.

The small hole of the bullet was not big, just the tip of the little finger. It was flesh red and the wound was deep and small. On her snow-white chest, it looked like a ferocious little red flower growing from the deep of her heart, which almost killed her.

Huarong put on his clothes again and turned his back to him. He said faintly, "go and sign."