PFC Chapter 471 This is an old thief
Chapter 471 This is an old thief
"Hey, isn't this President Li's wife? Are you out to relax?"
They looked up and saw Xia Qing walking towards them.
Wen Xin looked at the man known as Li Haotian's white moonlight and curled his lips secretly.
The camel-colored coat is originally a very classy color, but it makes Xia Qing's skin tone, which cannot be brightened even with foundation, look even darker.
Her originally plain appearance could be considered pretty when she was young.
But now, my skin is dry and dull, my apple muscles have sagged, my eyes are drooping, and my mouth is downturned...
All the unhappiness of the past few years was written on his face, making him look mean.
Wen Xin knows some details about Xia Qing.
Two failed marriages, a broken family, and a paranoid and unbalanced mentality since childhood.
It is impossible for such people to develop a calm and gentle temperament when they get older.
She also knew that this scumbag would definitely start spewing shit as soon as he opened his mouth, so she had to strike first.
Wen Xin covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Oh my God, you are Sister Xia Qing? Oh my God, I can't recognize you."
Xia Qing moved her gaze to Wen Xin's face and frowned slightly: "Who are you?"
Wen Xin didn't explain, but picked up the phone and shouted at the two of them: "Come, both of you look at me."
The two people reflexively looked at the camera of the mobile phone, and Wen Xin took a photo of them together.
"What are you filming?" Xia Qing frowned even more tightly.
Wen Xin enlarged the photo and stood between the two people to show it to them.
"Oh, Sister Xia Qing, what have you been through over the years? How come you have aged like this?"
"Look, this is a photo taken with the original camera of my iPhone. It's a true restoration. Look at the spots on the face. Even such a thick foundation can't cover them up."
"Sister Xia Qing, you and Sister Hui Hui are the same age, but look at your faces, there is such a big difference. If you didn't tell me, I would have thought you were ten years apart."
Anger appeared on Xia Qing's dry face, but there was also a magical blush.
"who are you?"
Her voice was filled with anger, but she didn't dare to go too far.
Judging from the woman's dress and temperament, I can tell that she is either in a high position or very rich. If you are not sure, don't offend her easily.
"Sister Xia Qing, don't you remember me? I'm Li Haotian's cousin. I know everything about you."
Xia Qing responded impatiently: "I don't know you."
After saying that, he looked at Zhang Hui and was about to speak. Wen Xin took a step back and pulled Zhang Hui and Xia Qing face to face.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, as long as I know you."
She looked at Xia Qing and shook her head:
"Sister Xia Qing, you really need to go back and take good care of yourself. Women should be nicer to themselves."
"I know that both of your husbands abandoned you, your family was broken up, and even your own daughter didn't recognize you."
"Alas, this is a miserable experience. But don't be discouraged. You can find another rich old man and become his mistress."
Xia Qing was so angry that he started to speak without thinking: "You are such a bastard..."
Wen Xin shook his head and made a clicking sound:
"Oh my, you can't swear like that. Old men with good manners won't like you. Sigh. But with your dark, yellow, skinny and old face, it's hard to find a good old man."
Xia Qing pointed her finger at me: "If you say another word, I will slap you."
Wen Xin pulled Zhang Hui and quickly stepped back several steps.
"Oh, Sister Xia Qing, why are you so angry? I'm doing this for your own good."
They continued to retreat, and because they were far away, the sound became much more amplified.
"Sister Xia Qing, there's a cosmetic surgeon downstairs. Some of their treatments are very effective. You should get some quick treatment. Your face looks too old to be seen."
"With your foundation...tsk, you need to make a big move. It's too expensive."
After saying that, Wen Xin took Zhang Hui and strode away, leaving behind a string of laughter.
There was a rapid sound of high heels hitting the ground. Wen Xin's face turned grim and he quickly dodged, causing Xia Qing who was rushing towards him from behind to stagger.
Xia Qing quickly stood up and reached out to grab Wen Xin's hair.
Wen Xin dodged again. Before Xia Qing could figure out what was going on, Wen Xin grabbed her throat and pressed her body against the railing next to her.
Wen Xin felt extremely happy.
The training I have been undergoing during this period has proven to be effective. The throat lock that Grandpa Feng taught me personally is extremely practical.
"Xia Qing, I gave you face, didn't I? You still want to make a move? Go ahead and make a move. I'll kill you."
She moved closer to Xia Qing and lowered her voice.
The people nearby couldn't hear anything, they could only see an elegant and delicate middle-aged woman choking another older woman who was taller and thinner than her and pressing her against the railing.
"Xinxin..."
Zhang Hui wanted to come up to help, but was stopped by Wen Xin's look.
She always knew that Wen Xin was aggressive but very calculating, so she simply stood aside to block the eyes of people in the aisle and looked at Xia Qing's hand vigilantly.
Xia Qing trembled: "Let go, if you don't let go... I will call the police."
"Go ahead and report it. Even if I beat you to a pulp, I'll only detain you for a few days at most. I'm retired anyway, so I'm not afraid."
Wen Xin finished speaking in a low voice, raised his body, his hands still locked on Xia Qing's neck, and said in a louder voice:
"Call the police. Hold up your phone. Your hands are free and it won't delay the call. Come on, dial, 1,1,0..."
When the people around saw that Xia Qing didn't dare to call the police, they all felt that justice was in Wen Xin's hands.
"Sister, what's going on? Who is this person? Do you need help?"
Wen Xin shook his head: "Thank you, but no thanks. This is an old thief who stole a lot of our things."
The crowd began to talk.
"Thief... No wonder, he doesn't look like a good person."
"There are no thieves nowadays. He looks decent in his clothes. Is he the mistress... No, the third brother."
"What do you mean by third wife? Look at how ugly she is. Then look at the two older sisters, each of them is younger and prettier than her. What man would be so blind to choose her as the third wife?"
Xia Qing was sweating.
These idle gossips are really heart-wrenching.
Looking at this well-maintained face in front of me, I feel so angry that my teeth are itching.
Damn, such an elegant and civilized woman actually behaves like a bandit.
I have never experienced such a scene in my life.
She felt the pain and suffocation in her throat, and gritted her teeth before beginning to compromise.
"You...you let me go..."
Wen Xin sneered, but instead of letting go, he used even more force on her.
"Let go. I'll let go if you tell me to?"
Xia Qing screamed, as a thousand horses were galloping through his heart, and he dared not do anything naughty again.
"Yes...I'm sorry, I don't dare to do it again."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I don't dare to cause trouble anymore."
Wen Xin patted her face with satisfaction:
"You're quite sensible. Xia Qing, remember, if you fart in front of my sister again, I'll come to your house and beat you up."
"You'd better watch carefully. I'm not trying to scare you. If you try to cause trouble again, I'll beat you up every time I see you."
Xia Qing's face had turned purple from being strangled, and she begged for mercy again and again: "I know, I know, I won't dare to do it again..."
Wen Xin let go of his hands, took the wet tissue handed to him by Zhang Hui and wiped his hands vigorously.
She was very satisfied with Zhang Hui's action.
It turns out that they are in sync with each other and the details are really well grasped.
Xia Qing stroked her neck and breathed heavily. Just as she was about to turn around, Wen Xin took a step across and blocked her way.
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