Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

Although Fu Zhirang knew she was talking nonsense, he still followed up by asking, "Have you thought it through?"

A cold wind blew across Sang Ling's forehead, and she nodded vigorously.

"Can you come down now?" Fu Zhirang stretched out his hands to her and gazed at her quietly.

Under the night sky, those eyes shone brighter than the stars.

Sang Ling was thus bewitched and carried off the wall.

"Why didn't you go in since you're here?" Fu Zhirang asked as he cleaned the marks off the girl's face.

Sang Ling's eyes flickered slightly.

What did she say? That she wanted to see him, but was afraid he was still angry, so she sat on the wall and hesitated until she fell asleep?

She's not rich or noble, she doesn't care about saving face.

“I’m thinking about it,” Sang Ling replied with a serious expression.

Looking at the girl's serious and earnest expression, if he hadn't seen the fleeting hint of guilt in her eyes, he would have actually believed her.

"Oh? So what have you figured out?" Fu Zhirang leaned closer with a smile, his voice sexy and alluring.

“I’ve come to a realization.” Sang Ling took the other person’s hand and said mysteriously and seriously, “Never believe that a free lunch will fall from the sky.”

Fu Zhirang raised an eyebrow. "You still have this kind of awareness?"

Then I heard her say that.

"Because even if it falls, you still can't beat the dog."

"..."

Fu Zhirang silently met the little girl's clear, big eyes, his feelings complicated.

Then I said it to her.

“Anything you want can fall from the sky.” After saying that, Fu Zhirang added, “No dog will try to take it from you.”

Sang Ling was moved to tears, and tugged at his clothes, asking, "Can a mermaid fall from there?"

She had a small wish: to raise a beautiful mermaid and have it cry pearls for her every day.

Fu Zhirang: "..."

Fu Zhirang silently looked away, picked the person up by the waist, and carried them into the house.

"It's late, time to sleep."

Sang Ling, who had rolled into the quilt, still wanted to fight for her mermaid status, but before she could open her mouth, Fu Zhirang grabbed the back of her head and pressed her head into his arms.

"sleep."

A low, hoarse voice sounded overhead, and the lights in the room went out.

So, after Sang Ling slept on the wall for half a night and then on Fu Zhirang's bed for half a night, the two inexplicably reconciled the next day.

Although she didn't know how Fu Jiaojiao was coaxed, Sang Ling was extremely satisfied.

She touched and hugged him, and even went so far as to kiss him twice.

She looked like a petty thug, while Fu Zhirang pursed his lips, resembling a respectable man being harassed by a bully.

After he had had his fill of touching him, the thug reluctantly let go and said to him as usual, "Go to work and come back early."

After saying that, she turned to go home, but was unexpectedly grabbed by the wrist.

He turned back in confusion.

Fu Zhirang took the girl's fair wrist, leaned down slightly, and looked into her eyes with his dark and deep gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing.

A sexy, deep voice sounded in my ear.

"Will there be a reward for coming back early?"

Sang Ling was overjoyed. This was the first time Jiao Jiao had ever asked for a reward, and she couldn't help but hold his hand.

"Okay, what reward do you want?"

His dark pupils reflected the little girl's charming smile. His eyes darkened slightly, and Fu Zhirang slowly lowered his gaze, his crimson lips pursed.

Speak softly.

"Gift."

Sang Ling: "???"

"I want the gift you gave me." Fu Jiaojiao said, her lips pursed, her expression serious.

Sang Ling readily agreed, "Okay."

Fu Zhirang smiled, a faint smile blooming in his eyes, captivatingly charming.

Sang Ling, who was about to leave, pounced on him and kissed him on the cheek.

Her fair cheeks flushed slightly from being sucked.

After watching Sang Ling return to the next room, Fu Zhirang withdrew his slightly smiling gaze, turned around, and got into the car expressionlessly.

Zhou Bei was astonished by the speed at which the person changed their expression.

Mr. Fu, you've changed. You've completely changed.

Sang Ling returned to the Sang family home with cheerful steps. When Wang Ma, who was watering the vegetable garden, saw her, she gave her a perfunctory greeting.

"Hey, you're back?"

While pondering what gift to prepare for Jiaojiao, Sangling turned around and went to the vegetable garden to look at her bok choy.

Or should I send him a few bok choy?

Looking at the bok choy that hadn't sprouted yet, Sang Ling frowned and turned to look at Wang Ma, "Wang Ma, are the seeds you gave me okay?"

"What's the problem?" Wang Ma asked blankly.

“It’s been a week and it still hasn’t sprouted. Don’t you think something’s wrong?” Sang Ling said, pointing to the bare vegetable garden.

"Perhaps it will mature later in life?" Wang Ma tried her best to defend Xiaobaicai.

Sang Ling remained silent, staring intently at her.

Wang Ma was becoming increasingly insecure under her scrutiny, muttering under her breath, "If it's not a seed, is it some kind of rat droppings?"

After muttering to himself, he met Sang Ling's gaze and both fell silent.

Then he ran quickly to where the seeds were stored, opened the door of the storage room, and saw a mouse dart out of the storage shelf in fright.

Staring blankly in the direction where the mouse disappeared, Wang Ma felt as if the sky was about to fall.

So she watered the vegetable garden from dawn till dusk every day, carefully tending to it for a week, only to find that it was planted with rat droppings.

Wang Ma: ▄█?█● Collapse~

Sang Ling's sky also quietly collapsed.

The bok choy has turned yellow; I can't deliver it anymore.

Looking at Wang Ma, who was lying on the ground in silent despair, Sang Ling silently looked up at the sky and said, "Do you think that if we try our best, a litter of mice can grow from this rat droppings in three months?"

The planting has already begun.

The baby cabbage and the mouse must both grow up, right?

Upon hearing this, Wang Ma broke down in tears.

Ever since she found out that the vegetables in the garden were planted with rat droppings, the usually cheerful Wang Ma has become unhappy and melancholy, like a lonely old woman.

So be it, I'm depressed, but...

The melancholy Wang Ma doesn't cook!

Sang Ling and Mei Ren Fu Gui sat side by side on the sofa, munching on radishes while gazing longingly at Wang Ma, who sat by the window at a 45-degree angle, looking up at the sky and weeping uncontrollably.

They look just like the tragic left-behind children.

Sang Ling was gnawing on a radish to stave off hunger, while Fu Zhirang, who was supposed to go to the company, went directly to the police station instead.

Upon entering the police station, I was respectfully led into the interrogation room.

Then he left and went to the observation room next door with Zhou Bei.

A junior officer who didn't recognize Fu Zhirang asked the senior officer who he was and why he was allowed into the interrogation room.

The veteran officer gave him a knowing look and said, "Do more work and less gossip. All you need to know is that he was someone the higher-ups painstakingly recruited."

The young police officer was surprised and confused, completely bewildered.

So what exactly is this person's identity?