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

Sang Ling waited for a while but didn't receive a reply. When she checked, she found that the other party had gone offline.

Busy again?

Sang Ling pouted, opened the Snake game page with a worried expression, and happily started playing Snake.

She led the little yellow duck-skinned snake through various challenges, watching her little yellow duck family grow stronger and stronger, happily casting aside her recent worries.

So engrossed in the game that I didn't see the resentful look coming from the person opposite me.

Suddenly, the only sounds in the spacious and serious office, besides the scratching of pens on paper, were the sound effects of the Snake game.

When Sang Ling died several times and finally fed the little yellow duck snake into a chubby little yellow duck snake, which twisted into a pile of poop on the screen, a cold voice rang out above her head.

"gone."

"Wait, let me finish this game first," Sang Ling said without looking up.

Fu Zhirang, already frustrated and unable to continue working because of the young girl, stood in front of the girl who was engrossed in the game, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and his expression turned even colder.

His gaze was fixed on her intently.

Asking childish questions in a cold, domineering voice.

"Me or the game, which would you choose?"

Sang Ling, who was engaged in a battle of wits with the second-place finisher, didn't hear him clearly. She nodded haphazardly and gave a perfunctory reply, "Uh-huh, wait a minute."

Fu Jiaojiao never expected that she would lose to the game.

He gritted his teeth and laughed in anger.

Just then, Sang Ling was tricked and killed by the second-place runner. She looked up unhappily, wanting to say something, when she was caught off guard by someone who was smiling but exuding murderous intent.

Oh no, Jiao Jiao seems even angrier.

Because Fu Zhirang looked really angry with his cold face and silence, Sang Ling didn't dare to speak on the way back.

The silence inside the carriage was eerily profound.

Even Zhou Bei, who was driving in front, felt extremely uncomfortable.

Upon finally arriving at the villa, Sang Ling got out of the car and saw Lin Yan standing at the villa entrance. She asked him in confusion, "What are you doing standing here? Why aren't you going home?"

Lin Yan tried to raise the corners of his mouth, but although his mouth was smiling, his eyes seemed to be cursing.

You think I don't want to go back? I have to leave, you bastard.

After getting off the plane, he and Pei Shuzhi were forcibly brought here by Fu Zhirang's men. Not only were they brought here, but they were also kept under surveillance and not allowed to leave.

It was only then that he discovered that Fu Zhirang actually lived next door to the Sang family.

Suddenly, he remembered Sang Ling's puzzling behavior of climbing over the wall in the middle of the night. So, she climbed over the wall in the middle of the night to have a secret rendezvous?

He spent several days staking out her, wondering what she was up to.

Lin Yan was both angry and speechless.

Fu Zhirang got out of the car slowly and deliberately, then walked into the villa without looking back, and then the gate slowly closed.

The two were left standing alone outside the door, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"You got dumped?" Lin Yan asked her.

Sang Ling glared at him irritably, then turned and went back to the next room in a huff.

Lin Yanwu Yuzi was inexplicably glared at.

Anyone who saw him like that would suspect they had broken up, okay?

Lin Yan followed Sang Ling back to the Sang family home with a speechless expression, pondering with his head down.

The relationship between Sang Ling and Fu Zhirang was unexpected, and the plans he had made needed to be changed.

As we walked, the person in front of us suddenly stopped.

When he saw Sang Ling turn around and look at him with her dark eyes, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"What do you want to do?"

"I almost forgot," Sang Ling muttered, taking a step forward and staring intently into his eyes with her dark pupils.

Lin Yan was forced to look into her eyes, as if he were sinking into the deep sea, his gaze gradually losing focus.

"You didn't go out today. You slept all day at home and didn't see anyone. Now go back to your room and lie down to sleep." The girl's ethereal voice was as alluring as a siren's.

Lin Yan, with a blank stare, nodded and went back to his room.

On his way back to his room, he ran into Aunt Wang. Aunt Wang called him, but he didn't hear her and went straight upstairs.

Aunt Wang, holding a rag, looked at his retreating figure with a puzzled expression.

How did Young Master Lin Yan become blind and deaf after just one trip?

While wiping Fugui's head, Wang Ma muttered to herself in confusion.

Turning around and seeing Sang Ling return, her eyes lit up and she ran over, "Miss, Miss, Little Cabbage has given birth!"

Sang Ling was shocked and took two steps back in disbelief, looking back at the sky.

Was she gone not for a day but for a year?

"Boy or girl?" Sang Ling's eyebrows furrowed as she asked, pursing her lips.

"What, do they have male and female distinctions?" Wang Ma asked in surprise.

Three minutes later, Wang Ma pointed to a newly sprouted bok choy in the vegetable garden, "Look, it's sprouted again."

Sang Ling: "..."

So it was this little bok choy.

She was terrified; she thought the little cabbage in the female lead's belly had been born.

Sang Ling touched her face.

That was close; I almost turned a year older.

When Song Chuyi returned home after working overtime that evening, she dragged her tired body upstairs and was startled by the person standing in the hallway.

Looking at the dark figure ahead, Song Chuyi muttered the core socialist values ​​under his breath.

After calming down, I took a few steps forward.

"What are you doing, pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night?" Song Chuyi scolded Lin Yan, who was standing in the middle of the road in a daze, with displeasure.

Damn, if she hadn't seen his face clearly, she would have thought she had encountered a ghost.

Lin Yan, who was in a daze, was brought back to his senses by the shout. He slowly raised his eyes to look at the angry Song Chuyi and murmured, "I might be sick."

Song Chuyi was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, "He's quite ill."

Lin Yan wasn't angry at her sarcastic remarks; she just looked down in confusion and shock, saying, "I actually slept for a whole day."

The smile on Song Chuyi's lips vanished, and she looked at him expressionlessly.

Are you sure you're not showing off when you say this to a corporate slave who has just finished working overtime?

That's vicious, absolutely vicious.

Song Chuyi gritted his teeth, his displeasure with Lin Yan rising even further.

Song Chu stormed back to her room, while Lin Yan stood there with her head down, slowly pulling up her sleeve to reveal familiar handwriting hidden on the inside of her arm.

Fu Zhirang?

When did he write the words on his arm? And why did he write "Fu Zhirang"?

Lin Yan was completely baffled.

That night, Sang Ling happily climbed over the wall to find Jiao Jiao to sleep with, only to find a pillow instead.

Sang Ling stood outside Fu Zhirang's bedroom door, hugging a pillow, looking up at Fu Jiaojiao inside, and then watched him coldly close the door.

Sang Ling, the precious baby, blinked and stood pitifully at the door, looking just like a husband being kicked out of the room by his wife.

Oh dear, I got kicked out.