Counterattack Guide of the Female Cannon Fodder

Su Li had said it all, and Zhao Yicheng breathed a sigh of relief. After all, if this matter is too troublesome, once Zhao Qingxin's body is found after investigation, I am afraid it will cause her to be wrong.

Zhao Yicheng has always believed that Zhao Qingxin is the kind of person who is well-behaved and hardworking, and has always loved her very much, so naturally he does not want her to be hurt.

Public opinion is a knife, which can easily hurt people.

So when Su Li couldn't tell her, Zhao Yicheng had a more favorable impression of her. Even though she looked indifferent, she was kind-hearted, so she couldn't help but appreciate it a little more.

However, unlike her, Fengmo doesn't think so.

He has made his mind clear, and he is an extremely short-term person, whoever touches his beloved must pay the price.

A faint bird of prey flashed in the dark gray eyes. Su Li said that she didn't care because she couldn't care. He believed that if she helped her find the person who framed her, she would have a better impression of herself.

Su Li didn't know what Xiao Jiujiu was in the two people's hearts. After chatting for a while, she made an excuse to take a break and leave.

...

Not long after Su Li left, Fengmo also left. He didn't rush over from the airport just to say these words to her.

"Take you to thread the racket." Feng Mo drove the car in front of Su Li, lowered the window, and said.

Su Li looked at Feng Mo wearing sunglasses but still looked handsome, she couldn't help but rolled her mouth. Her racket is not a brand that can be bought on the market, but is handmade by a private workshop that has been passed down for decades. When the strings were broken, she planned to go to the store to rethread them, so she nodded.

She knew that Feng Mo had already investigated her, and naturally knew that Xiao Su Li, who was hidden in the downtown area, had put the ball bag away, and then took the seat of the passenger.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng, for taking me this journey."

Feng Mo raised his hand and stroked her hair. She was still wearing a ponytail, so she didn't feel very good. But somehow, when Feng Mo touched the ponytail, the ghost ghost picked up **** and gently withdrew it.

Su Li:? ? ?

What's wrong with her man?

Fengmo:...

Embarrassing...

Feng Mo retracted his hand, coughed lightly, his face was very calm, as if he hadn't done any childish things like pulling the girl's hair.

It's just that the touch of the fingertips hasn't completely dissipated. Fengmo's surface is light and breezy, but I remember the feeling of pulling braids several times.

Well, how to put it, he finally knows why those little boys like to pull little girls' braids. It's really interesting!

Su Li glanced at him quietly, rolled her eyes silently in her heart, and knew that to pretend!

If she exposes the bad taste of tennis legends who like to pull little girls' braids, she wonders if it will cause a huge sensation.

Certainly, but more people will sneer and completely disbelieve it. You know, although Feng Mo is very fierce on the court, he is a somewhat cold and humorous man when he hits the court. This contradiction adds a hundred points to his charm.

It is conceivable that if she exposes his quirks, fans will tear her alive.

Think about that picture, well, it seems very exciting.

The two had their own thoughts, and they didn't speak much along the way. They just occasionally looked at each other casually after stopping the car at a red light, and then silently looked away.

Finally, the car turned around in the city center and stopped in a small alley.