What's wrong with the fake daughter? Sister is still the god of gold

Chapter 232 I am a villain, thank you

Xu Wuyou came back to his senses and asked, "Why did you suddenly bring this up?"

"I found that I haven't thought about this matter for a long time. I haven't had a nightmare about this matter in the past six months. Now I feel that the scenes in my memory are becoming more and more blurred." Qin Fuyao sat cross-legged on the sofa, supporting his chin with one hand, looking thoughtful.

Then, Qin Fuyao asked, "Do you still remember Xu Xu?"

"Hmm?" Xu Wuyou slowly tilted his head. "I'm not at the age where my memory is deteriorating."

Who do you look down on?

Qin Fuyao asked again, "Do you still remember that he was the high school student you wrote to die in your crazy novel?"

"Uh..." Xu Wuyou pretended nothing happened, "Then why is he still alive now?"

"You mean you don't want him to live?" Qin Fuyao asked back.

Xu Wuyou denied Erlian, "I'm not, I didn't."

"I know you didn't."

"So how did he survive?"

"I saved him."

"One hundred and eight good people."

Qin Fuyao glanced at her and said, "I am a bad guy, thank you."

"Why are you talking about this again?" Xu Wuyou cleverly skipped the topic.

Qin Fuyao seemed to be lost in thought as he said, "Ever since I saved Xu Xu on the rooftop, the trauma in my heart has gradually faded, almost completely gone."

"Even when I think about it now, I don't seem to have any pain or guilt in my heart."

"I seem to have truly forgiven myself and no longer blame myself for the mistakes."

The hurdles that I once thought I would never be able to overcome now seem to have become a thing of the past.

For her, it was a spiritual relief.

Xu Wuyou reached out and held her hand, feeling relieved and said, "You are not wrong, it is the world's fault."

Over the years, no one wanted Qin Fuyao to emerge from the shadows more than Xu Wuyou.

"I knew it." Qin Fuyao cast a subtle look, "I will never be wrong in your heart."

"That's for sure!"

"She'll just be written as the villainous female supporting character."

Xu Wuyou: "..." I! Am! Really! Scared!

As clever as she was, she changed the subject again, "You have no idea about the password to the diary?"

Qin Fuyao shook his head decisively, "No."

"How about we just pick the lock?"

"Thank you for the invitation! I'm a person with a strong sense of morality. I feel a little sorry for occupying the original owner's body. How could I do such a thing?"

Snooping into other people's privacy is a very uncivilized thing to do.

If you continue to destroy other people's things, it is a problem of moral corruption.

Qin Fuyao can only accept that she is a little girl without qualities, but she still has to have the principles she should have.

Summary: I want to do it, but I can’t.

"You're right." Xu Wuyou smiled harmlessly. "How about I try to pry it open?"

Qin Fuyao handed over the diary without saying a word.

It's all in action.

Xu Wuyou was stunned: "Do you want me to be a morally corrupt person?"

"In principle, you are the original owner's biological mother, so you can do this." Qin Fuyao's eyes were extremely firm.

"Get lost!" Xu Wuyou threw it back like he had picked up a hot potato and suggested, "Think about the password again."

Qin Fuyao: "Thank you."

"Need not……"

The words have not yet fallen.

"Snap—" the sound of glass hitting the floor echoed in the living room.

The two looked in the direction of the sound.

Huahua did a somersault and then jumped onto the sofa in three or two steps.

Wangfu was stunned and stood next to the broken glass, not daring to move.

"Wow! I believe Xu Huahua can do a backflip." Qin Fuyao said, stood up and ran to Wangfu, keeping it away from the broken glass.

Huahua acted cute, "Meow meow meow."

Xu Wuyou picked up Huahua by the scruff of the neck, slapped it twice on the butt, and then put it in the cat box for "confinement".

Then, he said, "I have educated it."

Huahua: Without love, how can we survive?

Qin Fuyao cleaned up the broken glass and said, "Don't blame Huahua, it's just that the cup is too fragile!"

Xu Wuyou: "Just pet it!"

"Ok."

"..."

Xu family villa, room on the second floor.

The door was closed, the curtains were tightly closed, and there was a figure tossing and turning on the bed.

Xu Xu hasn't eaten since morning.

When he was tired of studying, he would lie down and think about a lot of things, about himself, his family, and his friends.

It's more about Qin Fuyao.

In my mind, as if I were just passing through a scene, I thought about all the moments they spent together.

Don't want to know, just want to startle.

In one-fifth of Xu Xu's life, eighty percent of his happy moments came from his time with Qin Fuyao.

The past six months have been the most enjoyable time he has ever experienced, thanks to the support of many friends.

It always seemed that his friends were the ones who lifted him up and helped him look at the world, but he was just a disabled person and could bring very little to his friends.

Xu Xu stared blankly at the ceiling, suddenly realizing how useless he was and how he had never had the spirit to resist.

Cowardice is the root cause of his countless times of pain and depression.

He still has friends now, but what about in the future? No one will save him from dire straits time and time again.

Maybe he should change.

Xu Xu lifted the black quilt, stood up from the bed, picked up his cell phone and went out.

Half an hour later.

Xu Xu, wearing a white sweatshirt and black casual pants, appeared at the front desk of "Rusheng Culture Co., Ltd.", which is Zhu Shengnan's company.

In this 30-story office building, Rusheng Culture occupies floors 12 to 16.

Zhu Shengnan, as the company's president, has his office on the 16th floor.

Xu Xu walked to the front desk and showed the contents of the memo to the staff: [Hello, I'm looking for Zhu Shengnan.]

The lady at the front desk smiled and said gently, "Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

Xu Xu couldn't hear, so he pointed to his ears and quickly lowered his head to type.

The receptionist looked at the handsome young man and realized what was going on. She waited patiently for him to type.

Soon, another message appeared on the memo: "Sorry, I'm hearing impaired and can't hear what you're saying."

"Don't be embarrassed..." the receptionist said, picking up her phone and opening the memo. "Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

Xu Xu: [I didn’t. Zhu Shengnan is my mother. Can you tell her?]

The receptionist frowned slightly when he saw this.

She had been working at Rusheng Culture for two years and had seen all kinds of people trying to get close to the president, including distant relatives, cousins...but this was the first time she had seen someone take the initiative to become his son.

This made her feel a little bit dislike towards Xu Xu, and she muttered, "Could he be sent by the enemy?"

The receptionist typed out a message: [Sorry, we need to make an appointment. If you are Mr. Zhu's son, you can send her a message.]

It is not difficult to see some displeasure in the text.