Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

Zhou Yanning's trip to Qingping Town was extremely smooth. In just a few days, he brought back several pieces of good news. The Zhou and Xie families in City A had swept away their previous haze, and the investigation into Xie Heng's fall into the sea had also made great progress. It wouldn't be long before everything would be over.

Zhou Yanning and Xie Heng returned to Qingping Town in the afternoon. It was not dinner time, and there was no one else in the store except Fang, Chen, and Zheng. Zhou Yanning greeted Fang Mingzhu when she entered, and called out "Xiao Chen", which made Xiao Chen flattered.

Only Zheng Qingqing was behind the counter. Zhou Yanning ignored her as if she didn't see anything.

She was wearing flat shoes and walked slowly upstairs. Xie Heng followed behind her, carrying a lot of bags.

Fang Mingzhu quickly covered Zheng Qingqing's mouth before she could speak.

"Did you listen to everything I told you yesterday?" Fang Mingzhu was very disappointed.

Fang Mingzhu went to Zheng Qingqing's room yesterday and said a lot of things to her earnestly.

"It's obvious that Yu Hai and Miss Zhou are not ordinary people. We can't afford to offend them," she said. "Before, you said you would give Yu Hai a chance to like you. I was confused before I agreed to it. These days, the more I think about it, the more wrong it seems. We tricked him into staying here, but what if he had something important to do? If he remembers it later, won't he hate us to death?"

"You, stop having these extravagant thoughts. Before Miss Zhou came, I thought you might still fall in love with each other. But you saw it too. When Miss Zhou came, Yu Hai became a completely different person. That night when I went to the hospital with them, I finally understood. These two are like dry firewood and a fiery flame. They can ignite at any time, and no one else can interfere."

Zheng Qingqing didn't hear a word she said. She felt that Xie Heng should be hers, and if Zhou Yanning hadn't interfered, she would have succeeded.

It’s all because of that bitch Zhou Yanning. She’s seducing people everywhere like a vixen.

She secretly hated Fang Mingzhu, but she also had some respect and fear for her. She pulled Fang Mingzhu's hand and said, "I remember everything, Auntie. I won't say anything nonsense again."

Fang Mingzhu was very relieved. "That's good. In a few days, I'll find an opportunity to explain everything to Yu Hai, and this matter will be over."

Zheng Qingqing felt even more upset when she heard this. She pretended to be sleepy and lay on the counter, saying "hmm" insincerely.

Xie Heng and Zhou Yanning went upstairs. Zhou Yanning held him tightly and refused to let go. He said, "Hold me later. I'll change the sheets for you first."

Zhou Yanning refused to do it.

He added, "I've been here for a long time. What do others think of us?"

Zhou Yanning: "I'm hiring you for 500 a day, and today's not over yet."

Xie Heng: "Are you not going to give me a name anymore?"

"You care a lot?" Zhou Yanning raised her head from his arms and said, "People with good sense will naturally know what's going on. People without good sense..."

She said with a hint of meaning, "Even if you tell the world, she won't admit it."

"I'm not familiar with her," Xie Heng explained quickly, "I barely spoke to her."

"I believe you." She didn't really care. She knew perfectly well that this was just Zheng Qingqing's unrequited love. "Aunt Fang is actually a good person. Since she saved you, I'm willing to be a little more tolerant of her niece."

"What a good baby, Yan Ning." Xie Heng praised her.

"of course."

Xie Heng didn't come down from upstairs until five o'clock. The dinner guests arrived one after another, and he became busy. During this period, Zheng Qingqing walked back and forth in front of him like a ghost several times, and Xie Heng ignored her. Once, he even pushed her shoulder with the dinner plate and said, "Move aside, you're blocking the way."

Zheng Qingqing held back her tears and squatted back behind her counter.

At around six o'clock, Fang Mingzhu specifically asked Xie Heng to deliver Zhou Yanning's dinner.

The food was plentiful, and there were even two sets of bowls and chopsticks. Zhou Yanning couldn't help but praise: "See, I said people with good sense are different."

With Fang Mingzhu's tacit consent, Xie Heng had dinner at Zhou Yanning's place. The two of them were affectionate for a while before he put away the dishes.

Xiao Chen was washing dishes at the sink. He winked at Xie Heng and said, "Brother, what's going on between you and Miss Zhou?"

Xie Heng: "Wash your dishes."

"Brother, tell me about it," Xiao Chen chased after him and nudged Xie Heng with his wet elbow. "Will you still sleep in the same room with me tonight?"

Xie Heng walked out without looking back.

Zheng Qingqing, who was walking towards the kitchen, gave Xiao Chen a gloomy look when she heard what he said.

Xiao Chen shivered exaggeratedly and obediently went back to the sink to wash the dishes.

Shura Field, Shura Field.

How come a small soldier like him was injured innocently in the end?

When most of the guests had left, Zheng Qingqing walked over to Xie Heng. She had been holding it in all night, "I have something to tell you."

Xie Heng wiped the table intently, "You say."

"Let's go to the backyard. I want to talk to you alone."

"No, we're not in a relationship where we can talk alone." He raised his voice, "Let's talk here if you have anything to say."

Fang Mingzhu looked over.

Zheng Qingqing walked away with his neck stiffened.

At ten o'clock, Fang Mingzhu brought the dishes to the table. Everyone knew that Xie Heng had already eaten, so no one called him. But except Fang Mingzhu, the other two were secretly watching what was happening over there.

Xie Heng finished his last account, said a few words to Fang Mingzhu, and then said to Xiao Chen, "I'm going upstairs to take a shower and go to bed."

It means that I will not live with Zhou Yanning.

Xiao Chen's gossiping mind stopped, and Zheng Qingqing was in a good mood. Even the food tasted much better.

By the time Xie Heng came out of the shower, Zhou Yanning had already sent him several messages, saying that she couldn't sleep.

"It's so cold, is there anyone who can warm my bed?"

Xie Heng replied: "Wait for me for another twenty minutes at most, dear."

He was absolutely unwilling to move in and live with her. He said it was not good for a girl and he didn't want others to judge her. He even insisted on working here.

Zhou Yanning found it funny, "Then why don't you stay in my room every day? I wonder if they will tell on you?"

It was still different after all. Xie Heng coaxed her for a long time, and finally said: "Xiao Chen falls asleep as soon as he touches the bed, and even thunder can't wake him up. When he falls asleep, I will come up to accompany you."

When Xie Heng knocked on Zhou Yanning's door in the dark, Zhou Yanning pulled him in, pressed him against the wall, and hugged his neck. She said, "It's like we're having an affair."

Xie Heng smiled and patted her butt, "What nonsense."

"You're smiling so happily," Zhou Yanning said, "I see you like this very much."

She stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "My fiancé is not coming home tonight. You can do whatever you want."

He didn't notice that when Xie Heng heard her say the word "fiancé", his face froze.

He could only piece together a little about Zhou Yanning's past from her fragmentary accounts. He knew she had a fiancé whom she loved very much, that they had almost married, and that she was even pregnant with his child.

She just said, "Something unexpected happened." They might have simply separated, or the man might have died.

Xie Heng cared a lot about it, but Zhou Yanning didn't say much, so he couldn't ask without being tactful.

He could only feel upset in his heart.

He was afraid that he would never be able to compete with a dead person for Zhou Yanning's heart. He thought that it would be better if the other person was still alive and lived like Zhou Yanning's mosquito blood and white rice.