MTL_She's Scumbag GL (MTL) ✔️

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When Fu Ning saw this circle of friends, it was already after getting off the plane. Pedestrians at the gate of the airport lobby are pulling suitcases, coming and going, pulling parents of children, and couples holding hands to go in for check-in.

Her clothes are very light, except for the mobile phone in the pocket of her black slim coat. There is no more redundancy.

The slender figure came out of the airport, engulfed by the cold air. Slender fingers turned on the phone, hesitated at the top of the shiny screen, and then clicked in to check for new messages.

No text messages.

She clicked on WeChat again.

There is no new news, but there is an update in the circle of friends. She clicked in and saw the circle of friends that Xuzhou Ji just posted.

a photo.

The woman in the photo is clearly Su Xingchen. She is in front of the hospital bed. There is a little boy lying on the bed. On the other side of the bed is standing...Bai Yun, that is, the ex-wife of Xuzhou Intercontinental.

Fu Ning stopped walking and stared at the photo for a moment.

Xu Zhouji also specially added a copy for this photo.

"Thanks to Su Xingchen's initiative to help, she hung up in the hospital in time."

Obviously it is for the child to see a doctor, but there is a sense of ambiguity between the lines of the copy.

If Xuzhou Ji is not busy being the president, if he loses his job in the future, the reporter who is going to be a gossip weekly must also be a talented player.

After Fu Ning read the copy, he clicked in again and took a look at the photo.

She switched her WeChat account to a trumpet that she didn't use much. This trumpet is very deserted, and the contact person is just a friend and a group.

The only friend is naturally Su Xingchen.

Fu Ning clicked into her photo album.

Su Xingchen usually posts to Moments almost every day, sometimes it's eaten in the sun, and sometimes it's all kinds of chicken soup copywriting with net pictures. The net map basically chooses all kinds of beautiful young ladies.

Today is the exception. She posted a photo, holding a small child's hand.

With copywriting: The kids are so cute [/呲牙]

Fu Ning clicked into the "Nanshan Rich Woman Night Talk Group" again.

Su Xingchen has always been a sought-after core figure in this group. All day long, she has to send the big fart to the group to go out with the sisters. What did you eat at noon and what to eat at night. Which restaurant has introduced new dishes.

Sure enough, Fu Ning's slender finger flicked upwards, flipping through the chat history.

Su Xingchen sighed in the group again: "The child is so cute. I saw the child of a friend's house today. The little hand felt soft to the touch, but it was fun."

Someone naturally picked up her topic and continued to talk: "Why does the rich sister suddenly like children?"

"If you want a little monkey, you can come and give birth to me [/snicker]."

"Add 10086. I am willing to give birth to my rich sister."

"Children are really cute when they are cute. They are deadly when they cry."

Fu Ning's WeChat trumpet is almost always a peek-a-boo, and he doesn't talk very much in this group at all.

Today she suddenly asked: "Who belongs to the child in your circle of friends."