227: Brother, Which Idiot Sent Us Rice?

Brother, Which Idiot Sent Us Rice?

After giving Feng Yuanlin the box of talismans, everything else was none of Chi Shuyan's business.2

The two prepared to return to the capital that day. Feng Yuanlin sent them to the airport and asked in passing if he could look for her if something happened.

Seeing that this man was Qi Zhenbai's childhood friend, she didn't disagree, and said, "Don't forget my reward!"

The corner of Feng Yuanlin's mouth twitched again. He looked at Zhenbai on the side, who was still expressionless, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know how much Zhenbai earns a day?"

"How much he earns has nothing to do with me. Anyway, the money I earn is my own, so I can spend it without worry!" Chi Shuyan said.

Hearing her words, Feng Yuanlin gave her a few more appreciative looks. When he thought of how the woman in front of him had an extraordinary identity, he felt that she was really compatible with Zhenbai.

Feng Yuanlin patted his best friend's shoulder. "Sure enough, you have good taste!"

Qi Zhenbai nodded, then suddenly said, "Indeed, but I can see that your taste isn't good!"

Chi Shuyan didn't expect the man to be so merciless with his childhood friend. After all, that was his friend's girlfriend. Seeing Feng Yuanlin's face turn green, Chi Shuyan almost burst out laughing.

Before she left, Chi Shuyan didn't forget to ask, "Have you and your girlfriend ever aborted a child?"

Feng Yuanlin was very astonished. "How is that possible?"

Chi Shuyan subconsciously mourned for the man in front of her, and was about to pat him on the shoulder, when her wrist was suddenly grasped by a large hand.

Chi Shuyan didn't say much. That woman would get her retribution sooner or later. Originally, she was going to prod Qi Zhenbai to say a few words, but the relationship was going well right now. It would be fine if Feng Yuanlin believed her, but if he didn't, what would he think of her?

After Feng Yuanlin left, Qi Zhenbai narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked, "What did you see?"

"I did see something. Feng Yuanlin said he and his girlfriend had never aborted a child, but that woman has had at least three abortions. For the sake of popularity, she even had someone turn the baby into a Kuman Thong, which she keeps around her neck."

Qi Zhenbai had only asked in passing, and in return had gotten such a huge piece of information. He could tell that the woman wasn't someone who would be content with her lot, but not only had she had three abortions, she also had someone refine the fetus into a Kuman Thong?

At the thought that his childhood friend was dating a woman like that, Qi Zhenbai's face was ashen and very gloomy.

While the former issue was a problem with loose moral conduct, the latter had to do with moral character.

Whether the woman had gotten the abortions before or after she started going out with Yuanlin, he felt that she wasn't worthy of Feng Yuanlin.

Besides being restless, she was also unscrupulous and scheming?

"Do you think we should tell your childhood friend about this? But if we tell him when they're getting along well now, Feng Yuanlin might not appreciate our intentions. We'll be in a difficult position then," Chi Shuyan said.

Qi Zhenbai shared the same thoughts as his wife. It was most difficult to interfere in private matters, but if he didn't tell his childhood friend, he naturally wouldn't be able to get over this hurdle. Qi Zhenbai didn't make things difficult for his wife, and patted her shoulder. "I'll resolve this matter, don't worry!"

Chi Shuyan nodded. What she hated dealing with most was personal feelings.

Just then, Qi Zhenbai suddenly received a call from Qi Hao, who asked, "Brother, what's with that bag of rice in our house? Why did someone give us a bag of rice? Which idiot gave it to us?"

Qi Zhenbai suddenly thought of the spirit rice his wife had sent him before, and asked with a dark face, "Where's the rice?"

Qi Hao replied happily, "Brother, I don't think that bag of rice is reliable, so I just threw it to Lu Chengfu to deal with it!"

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