Chapter 4819 Forgiveness! Go to Heaven! 1

Sister Hong said quietly: "Cheng Zheng, cover your conscience and ask, are you responsible for Su Zhiyan?"

"What responsibility do I have? I didn't let her smoke. Didn't you see it just now? I tried my best to persuade her, but she refused to listen. What can I do? I can't keep her in custody." Mr. Cheng disagreed. .

Sister Hong sneered again: "Then just cover your body and ask yourself."

Mr. Cheng's expression was as if he had eaten a B in his freshman year, "You woman, can you stop being so vulgar? Between a man and a woman, you and I agree. I have spent tens of millions on her in total, and she herself If you are willing to touch that thing, why is it my fault?”

Sister Hong was still looking at him, but Master Cheng looked particularly aggrieved: "Look at you, you are specifically picking on me. I've already said that it has nothing to do with me. You can't see me when I'm good. When you are righteous, you can’t see it when you refuse all evil money.”

As Mr. Cheng said, he covered his head with the quilt a little arrogantly, and his voice came out in a muffled voice: "I thought you came to see me, but it turned out not to be the case."

Sister Hong was funny and hilarious, "I didn't come to see you, but to see Su Zhiyan?"

"Then who knows." Master Cheng said, still showing his head, and then said coquettishly: "I feel so much pain, you are like me."

Sister Hong couldn't stand his behavior and coughed lightly: "Don't be like this. I won't accept your behavior."

"Then which one do you want, let me try it?" Mr. Cheng said shamelessly, and then seemed to think of something; "The story of Su Zhiyan has been over for a long time, you are not allowed to mention it again."

Sister Hong smiled and placed a thermos bucket on a cabinet beside the bed. Mr. Cheng's eyes widened: "This is the soup my woman made for me. I have to drink it all."

"Then, will you die of stupidity or exhaustion?" Sister Hong sneered, looking a little disapproving.

Mr. Cheng laughed, smiling contentedly, "Xiao Mao, come and help me fill a bowl of soup. Don't let your sister-in-law do it. Your sister-in-law is wearing a big diamond ring and she is well-dressed. Don't get it all dirty."

Sister Hong sat aside, "The nanny at home made the soup. Mr. Cheng, please don't be too sentimental."

Mr. Cheng didn't take it seriously and smiled: "What our nanny cooks is the same as what you cook. What's the difference? I like to drink both."

Xiao Mao happily came over to pour soup for Mr. Cheng, as if he were serving a newlywed.

Mr. Cheng was bold and bold, even drinking chicken soup would bring out his heroic spirit. Sister Hong just watched quietly.

After he finished drinking, she asked about Mr. Mi. Mr. Cheng wiped his lower lip and didn't take it seriously: "Why are you asking him? You still expect me not to be a bad guy, but to be a good person to take the name of him." Are you asking too much for your man?"

Sister Hong said quietly: "No, I just want to make a report."

Mr. Cheng's eyes widened: "You're crazy!"

With the injury on his own arm, Mr. Gu lifted the quilt and came over: "Do you know how many people there are under the surname Mi? He can crush you to death with just a casual word. Liu Hong, don't think it's just a death. There are so many ways to make life worse than death.”

Liu Hong pursed her lower lip: "I know."

Cheng Yang stared at her without saying a word.

Sister Hong smiled again: "Why are you so nervous? I just plan and don't have any plans yet."