I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

Chapter 21

"He heard his own heart beating loud and heavy."

After Zhong Xun finished speaking, he pursed his lips and stared at Chu Tingdong. His ears were congested and blushed, and his cheeks were also flushed. He was tired. After all, the physical fitness of ordinary people cannot be compared with that of professional athletes.

Even though he followed Pan Yuan and did a lot of physical training, Chu Tingdong's program was still very difficult for him.

Now his hands and feet are sore and weak, he dare not stand up, doubting that he will fall on the spot again.

Then he is really going to die.

"Who's afraid?" Chu Tingdong retorted subconsciously, pursed his thin lips again, pressed the tip of his tongue against the inner wall of his mouth, squatted down on his knees, pinched Zhong Xun's calf with his cool fingertips, "Does it hurt? "

"I fell on my butt, why are you pinching my legs?" Zhong Xun muttered.

Chu Tingdong raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his head and exerted a little force with his fingertips.

Zhong Xun almost yelled out, hugged his legs, and cried, "Are you fucking sick? With such a strong effort, you have a grudge against me."

Those peach blossom eyes were deeply folded and slightly rounded, hiding the watery light, the eyelashes were wet, and she looked like she was about to cry.

"I don't know where I fell?" Anyone would want to laugh, Chu Tingdong's lips curled up a little, and he suppressed it restrainedly, fearing that Zhong Xun would become angry, he said coldly, "Get up."

He grabbed Zhong Xun's wrist, Zhong Xun didn't think it was enough, and took another hand to hold his forearm before he was willing to get up.

He refused to stand still when he got up, and stretched out his arms to hold Chu Tingdong's arm, turning into a little zombie who couldn't walk independently, complaining a little: "I ignore you, and you don't know how to find me."

He thought to himself that Chu Tingdong was as cold as a stone, even if he didn't lie to him, he probably wouldn't be able to find a boyfriend, thanks to his blindness.

Zhong Xun was puzzled, how did Chu Tingdong get together with Xue He in the first place with such a virtue?

Bamboo horse, long time love?

He limped to sit on the sofa in the security room, wanting to lift up his trouser legs to take a look, but he didn't want to be seen by Chu Tingdong, it would be embarrassing, and his legs didn't have much good flesh, so it looked like a misfortune.

But Chu Tingdong didn't leave, followed him, lowered his eyes, took the spray and bandage from the medicine box, and pressed his leg.

"I didn't let you take care of me," Zhong Xun wanted to hide, and yelled at him, "Only my boyfriend can see my legs. Are you my boyfriend? Don't play hooligans, I'm going to call someone."

"Didn't you call me brother?" Chu Tingdong's eyes were still cold, he glanced at him, and said calmly, "You can't care?"

Zhong Xun couldn't make up his mind, and said, "I'll just be polite to you, and you take it seriously."

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong was speechless for a while, and stopped talking nonsense to him. He lifted up Zhong Xun's trouser leg, and saw the bruise on the outside of his calf, which was oozing blood.

The juvenile's calf is well-proportioned, slender and beautiful, but from the knee down, there are scars all over, and large bruises are branded on the snow-white flesh, mottled and messy, as if he has been abused.

It was appalling.

Zhong Xun really has no talent, his balance is too poor, even normal skating is easy to fall.

"How long have you been studying?" Chu Tingdong held his slightly swollen ankle, pressed his cold white and slender fingertips on his instep, made sure that no bones were injured, and then applied medicine to him.

Zhong Xun drooped his head and said nothing.

If Chu Tingdong really left, he felt that he would be a little unhappy, but he was still unhappy if Chu Tingdong didn't leave.

He felt that Chu Tingdong's movements were so proficient, especially when he grabbed his ankle, as if he had done it many times, wouldn't it be possible that he rubbed medicine with his bullshit brother all day long in the team?

It never occurred to him at all that maybe others were not as eager to learn as he was, and were not as clumsy as he was, and would not fall so badly.

The more Zhong Xun thought about it, the more unhappy he felt, and couldn't help but roll his eyes at Chu Tingdong.

"Talk when it hurts."

"It doesn't hurt." Zhong Xun's face turned pale, his calf trembled slightly in Chu Tingdong's palm, but his mouth was still stiff.

Chu Tingdong didn't ask any more questions. He lowered his head and finished treating his wound. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and the lights of the ice rink would be turned off after half an hour. He planned to go home.

But Zhong Xun didn't want to go back yet, he was going to suffocate for a month, and apart from training, he even squeezed out sleep time, so he went to the internet cafe to find Song Yijin and the others.

Chu Tingdong ignored him.

In the evening, Chu Tingdong brushed up a few sets of questions, leaned against the head of the bed and wanted to read for a while before going to sleep, but the phone suddenly vibrated, he half-cast his eyes, and swiped open the screen.

【Reported lost: (picture) (picture)】

It was the same game that Zhong Xun had played in the internet cafe before. There was a new style of fireworks, and Zhong Xun lit them one by one on the bridge, creating a crooked heart.

He directed the game characters, wore a pair of furry ears, and made a heart comparison with both hands facing the camera.

[Reported lost: Good night, brother. 】

-

Chu Tingdong still goes out to do homework during the day on weekends, in milk tea shops, ice rinks, or Internet cafes.

He is not very willing to stay at Zhong's house, and usually tries to stay in school for a while, and wait until the security guard urges him to leave.

In the evening, he packed his schoolbag and went home.

Before the key was inserted into the lock, through the thin anti-theft door of the old residential building, he suddenly heard a slight trembling, meowing like a cat, and he frowned suddenly, and opened the door.

Sitting in the living room, Wu Yulan looked a little flustered when she saw him come back suddenly.

But Chu Tingdong threw down his schoolbag, his face was stern, he didn't look at her much, following the sound, he strode towards Zhong Xun's bedroom.

"If you don't want to go home, don't come back in the future!" Zhong Zhonglin was furious, rolling up his sleeves, "Fuck-your mother's little beast, I have worked so hard, is it someone else's son?!"

If he hadn't passed the ice rink, ate a bowl of noodles on the street, and heard someone mention it, he wouldn't have known that Zhong Xun would have stayed there for a whole month without going home.

The old city is not big, and the neighbors are all acquaintances who have known each other for more than 20 or [-] years. Many people know that he wanted to adopt Zhong Xun to his cousin, but he failed to adopt him.

Since there is no succession, that's fine. Didn't he recognize this son?Raised him?

What happened to Zhong Xun?

He raised him for more than ten years, Zhong Xun didn't even have a good look at him, he kept a cold face all day long, as if someone owed him, others had raised him for more than half a year, but he was licking and thinking about him.

Facing a group of people, he was embarrassed and angry, unable to lift his head, and lost all face.

"Get out, get out now!" Zhong Zhonglin kicked open Zhong Xun's bedroom door as soon as he got home, picked him up and slapped him across the face.

Zhong Xun was stunned by the beating, his face was burning with pain, his throat was burning instantly, and a fishy sweetness surged up.

He was sleeping at first, but he was thrown into the corner of the wall with the quilt. Zhong Zhonglin was like a huge, dignified, unshakable black shadow, and his fists and feet fell on him violently.

Zhong Xun's bones felt as if they had been kicked into pieces and glued together, his organs were torn and bleeding, his chest trembled and heaved violently, he couldn't even lift his fingertips, his lips moved, he couldn't help letting out a little sound, his throat was dry and itchy, his cheeks were Red and swollen, as if about to burn.

Zhong Zhonglin was unmoved at all, with a gloomy face, he raised his hand and was about to slam it down.

But this time it was only halfway through, when someone restrained and calmly grabbed his wrist. The boy's finger bones were cold and slender, but with outrageous strength, it even made his bones ache, as if he was about to be broken.

"Xiao Chu?" Zhong Zhonglin was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened again, and he frowned and said, "Get out of the way, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Chu Tingdong's eyes were dark, like the silent deep sea. His lines from brow bone, nose bridge to jaw were straight and stern, his thin lips were pursed, and his side neck showed clear and sharp muscle lines when he exerted force.

He was only 19 years old, still a young man, but Zhong Zhonglin's wrist bones were numb, and when he met those eyes, a trace of fear suddenly rose.

This made him sullen uncontrollably, grinding the crowns of his teeth.

But he couldn't do anything to Chu Tingdong.

Chu Tingdong clutched his wrist, looked at him without saying a word, waited for more than ten seconds, then let go of his hand, turned his head and squatted down, holding Zhong Xun's face, and looked down.

Zhong Xun seemed to be protecting his head all the time, his face was not seriously injured, but it was hot and red, but his arm was already bleeding, overlapping with the bruises from falling on the ice before.

His whole body was trembling visibly, even his eyes trembling, Chu Tingdong's brows were heavy, he wrapped him up with the quilt, and stretched out his arms to hold him slightly.

Zhong Xun suddenly trembled violently, his throat was sore, tears flowed down uncontrollably, making his face even redder.

"Uh..." His lips moved, but he couldn't speak, only sobbed like a small animal, low, and his arms tremblingly hugged Chu Tingdong's neck.

It was not the first time for Chu Tingdong to see Zhong Xun being beaten, but it was the first time he heard him cry when he was being beaten. Before, no matter how much Zhong Zhonglin punched and kicked him, he would bite his lip and remain silent.

Soft, trembling, hot tears scalded his neck, Chu Tingdong heard his own heavy and loud heartbeat.

"Xiao Chu, you don't know these things." Zhong Zhonglin was a little annoyed, "Don't meddle in it. If your uncle disturbs your study, your uncle will take him outside to talk about it. How about it?"

Chu Tingdong still didn't get up, and he didn't let go of Zhong Xun's arm. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the hesitant figure at the door of the bedroom, and said calmly, "Mom, come and take a look."

"Uh..." Wu Yulan's panicked shadow stopped, she stepped forward, not daring to look at Zhong Xun's face.

But when he lowered his head, he couldn't help seeing his scarred and purple arm.

Chu Tingdong didn't say much, he pulled Zhong Xun's wrist and asked him to hug him tightly, then hooked his legs and reached out to hug him.

Zhong Xun trembled violently in his arms, his cheeks were buried in his neck, his T-shirt material was wet with tears, his finger bones were white, curled up, Chu Tingdong hugged him, only to find that he was so thin.

He put Zhong Xun on the bed in the guest bedroom, wrapped the quilt tightly, went to get a warm wet towel, leaned over and wiped his face, arms and legs, where he could see.

Zhong Xun trembled for a while before his eyes gradually focused. The ends of his eyes were red and hot, and he stared blankly at Chu Tingdong.

"Let me take a look." Chu Tingdong slightly pulled back the corner of his tightly clenched quilt, slightly touched the hem of his T-shirt with his fingertips, and looked up into his eyes with a questioning tone.

After Zhong Xun nodded slowly, he stretched out his hand to lift a little.

Zhong Xun obviously had too much experience in being beaten, and his head and abdomen were well protected, so Chu Tingdong stopped looking at it.He went straight to Zhong Xun's bedroom, ignored Zhong Zhonglin, and took away the medicine and gauze.

All the bruises and wounds on his body were properly treated, Zhong Xun was bored in the quilt, and his stiff hands and feet gradually warmed up.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, staring at Chu Tingdong's cold side face, his cheeks turned red.

Fuck, what's going on?

He moved his legs, trembling with pain, and then stretched out his hand to touch it for a moment, his eyes suddenly opened a little bit, he was naked, and he didn't wear pants on his legs.

After reacting for a minute, he remembered that Chu Tingdong had applied medicine on him just now, and asked him to take off his pants, and then his mind fell forward again, as if Chu Tingdong had hugged him.

His cheeks and the tip of his nose were pressed against Chu Tingdong's chest, and it seemed that he could still hear the steady and powerful heartbeat in his ears.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun grabbed Chu Tingdong's wrist, opened his mouth, his eyes were dazed, he was dumbfounded, and didn't make any sound.

"Huh?" Chu Tingdong turned his head and asked him with a calm voice, "Go to sleep first?"

Zhong Xun didn't speak, but his head was dizzy and he didn't object, so Chu Tingdong asked him to lie down.

He can't think very much now, so Chu Tingdong handed him a pillow, and he lay on it, stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt, and he covered it up, let him sleep, and closed his eyes.

Chu Tingdong also brought his clothes and mobile phone, and put them next to the pillow, then pulled out the chair by himself, sat in silence for a while, then turned around and found a set of papers to do.

After Zhong Xun lay down, he couldn't fall asleep, his eyes rolled back and forth restlessly, he kicked his legs from time to time, and moved his butt crazily.

He realized belatedly that he was sleeping on Chu Tingdong's pillow, which was very clean and had a faint scent of soap.

After lying down for about ten minutes, the phone rang suddenly, and he opened his eyes logically, then picked it up and saw that it was Song Yijin calling.

He and Song Yijin usually chat by typing, and only call if there is something urgent, so he frowned and picked up.

"Damn it, it's so unlucky tonight," Song Yijin was out of breath, first spewed obscenities, and then said, "I just came to the commercial street, and I met those idiots of the third class."

"You are sick," Zhong Xun convinced, his voice still a little hoarse, "what are you doing in the east of the city when you have nothing to do?"

The busiest commercial street on their side is the one in the east of the city. The third vocational school is just next to the bus stop. The conflict was caused by Zhong Xun who fished him out.

But no matter who picks it first, there will be a festival. Zhong Xun has told him long ago that he should not go to the east of the city alone.

"I don't fucking want to," Song Yijin broke down, "No, you forgot, Lao Xu said that he is here to treat guests to a hot pot. Come at 07:30 in the evening, otherwise I won't come!"

Zhong Xun was taken aback for a moment before he remembered.

Every year before the National Day holiday, Xu Chunhong would treat the whole class to a meal out of his own pocket, but this year he was already in the third year of high school. He was afraid that he would take them out to play during the National Day holiday, so he would not be in the mood to study when he came back from the holiday, so he moved it forward for a while.

"Can you run?" Zhong Xun stopped talking nonsense and asked him.

"That's enough," Song Yijin hid next to a milk tea shop, "Those idiots haven't left yet."

Zhong Xun turned over and sat up, and said, "Hide well, send me the address, and wait."

He picked up his trousers and put them on his legs.

Chu Tingdong frowned when he heard the movement, "Where are you going?"

"Old Xu didn't want to treat guests," Zhong Xun met Chu Tingdong's eyes, feeling a little guilty for no reason, and said Qiqi Aiai, "That idiot Song Yijin was blocked when he passed by, I'm afraid he will be beaten to death, so I have to go find him. "

When Chu Tingdong stared at him putting on his clothes, his trembling hands were so painful, and there was a slight cold sweat on his forehead, he wanted to ask a little meanly, won't you be beaten if you go?

But his lips were drawn into a line, cold and sharp, and he still didn't speak in the end.

When Zhong Xun turned pale and picked up his phone to leave, Chu Tingdong's Adam's apple moved up and down, he stopped the pen he was turning with his fingertips, his eyes were cold, he stood up and said, "I'll go with you."

"What are you going to do?" Zhong Xun was stunned.

He thought that Chu Tingdong would never meddle in other people's affairs, let alone this kind of thing, he should look down on things like fighting.

"Go eat." Chu Tingdong said lightly.

Xu Chunhong actually told him about the evening treat, but he didn't know everyone in the class very well, and he didn't want to participate in this kind of group activity, so he didn't agree.

Zhong Xun is not really stupid, it can be seen that he is making excuses.

He didn't want Chu Tingdong to go. A good student like Chu Tingdong should learn from him and not get involved with him. That's why he only told Song Yijin that he wanted to pursue Chu Tingdong.

No matter how hard he tried, the worst person Chu Tingdong came into contact with was at most him.

But he discovered last time at the ice rink that Chu Tingdong didn't seem to care about anything, but sometimes he was very strong, just like now, if he doesn't allow Chu Tingdong to follow, he can't get out of this door.

"Then you follow me," Zhong Xun said hesitantly, "don't fight with them, and I will try not to, so as not to hurt you."

In fact, if he went to show his face, it should be about the same, the same as Hei Scar and the others, and those people would not want to confront him easily.

Wu Yulan was nervous for a moment when she heard the door of the living room, and then she saw the message Chu Tingdong sent her, saying that the head teacher asked her to go to dinner, remembering this incident, she was relieved.

She was sitting on Zhong Xun's bed, her eyes were slightly red, Zhong Zhonglin was smoking while standing, seeing her like this, his cold face turned cold and he was a little at a loss.

"Aren't you playing enough yet?"

Wu Yulan wiped away her tears, turned her head, her voice trembled a little, she spoke about this matter for the first time in more than ten years.

-

She and Zhong Zhonglin were actually high school classmates, but when she was in college, she went to other provinces for the exam.

Then he met Chu Henglin, married and had children, and divorced.

After returning to Ningcheng, by chance, he ran into Zhong Zhonglin again at a high school reunion. Zhong Zhonglin was considered tall and handsome among his classmates back then. He also had a small company and just divorced like her.

After getting along for a while, they decided to be together.

She knew that Zhong Zhonglin had a child who was just five years old, one year younger than her own child, but she liked children, so she didn't mind, and asked Zhong Zhonglin to arrange to meet the child first.

Zhong Zhonglin was waiting downstairs with her child. When she lowered her head, she saw a bunch of curly hair protruding from the back of Zhong Zhonglin's legs, and a small white hand.

Zhong Xun held Zhong Zhonglin's pants with his fingers, and after a while, he poked his head out timidly.

It was the first time for Wu Yulan to see such a beautiful child, who was different from her own child.

The hair is curly, the face is white and soft, the eyes are round and clear, like a puppy, the tip of the nose is straight, the lips are slightly raised, and the color is naturally rosy.

He was wearing short sleeves with a lapel collar, overalls, and sandals, and was holding a white plush puppy doll in his arms.

Her heart softened all of a sudden, and she bent down to greet him, "You are Xiao Xun, right?"

"This child, why don't you come out to meet people?" Zhong Zhonglin pushed Zhong Xun's shoulders, let him stand in front of Wu Yulan, lowered his head and smiled and said to him, "This is mother, be obedient, call her mother."

Zhong Xun raised his head, looked at Wu Yulan with long and curled eyelashes without blinking.

Wu Yulan also has phoenix eyes, but she is different from Chu Tingdong, her eyebrows and eyes are gentle and delicate, really like her mother.

After Zhong Xun was born, his mother was busy with work and seldom at home, and Zhong Zhonglin separated from her when he was three years old, so Zhong Xun hadn't seen his mother much, and didn't remember her appearance.

Zhong Zhonglin said it was his mother, so he thought it was his mother.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wu Yulan thought it was because he was shy, or couldn't accept her for the time being, so she quickly wanted to tell Zhong Zhonglin not to be so anxious.

But before she could speak, she was grabbed by a few limp little fingers, and then Zhong Xun blushed, looked at her with bright eyes, and called out crisply, "Mom."

Wu Yulan was stunned for a second, then couldn't help laughing, stroked his curly hair, and said softly, "Good boy."

She married Zhong Zhonglin soon, although most of the reasons were because she felt that Zhong Zhonglin was good to her and the conditions were good, and they were very compatible in all aspects.

But there is also one thing, she likes Zhong Xun very much.

After they got married, they lived well. Zhong Xun was much more clingy than Chu Tingdong, but he was really obedient and never made trouble.

Just a little bit clumsy.

She remembered that when she taught Chu Tingdong to ride a small bicycle, Chu Tingdong learned it in less than half an hour, but Zhong Xun only learned it for half a month, riding crookedly and occasionally falling.

But this is not a big problem.

Especially every time after Zhong Xun fell down, she pouted herself, got up in aggrieved manner, ran to her side and got into her arms, she felt distressed and overjoyed.

Zhong Xun laughed when he saw her laughing, and turned his head to rub her with the little curly hair.

In the first New Year after marrying Zhong Zhonglin, Zhong Zhonglin went on a business trip to other places, fearing that she would be tired taking Zhong Xun home alone, so he called his ex-wife and asked his ex-wife to pick up the child first.

But Zhong Xun's mother was also very busy with work, and the divorce was settled. She paid the child support, and Zhong Zhonglin took care of Zhong Xun, so she didn't agree.

"You don't even want to see your own son?" Zhong Zhonglin frowned. "It's useless to stop talking to me about it. Anyway, the child will be at home during the Chinese New Year. Come and pick it up."

Then he turned his head and said to Wu Yulan: "If you are going to your mother's place, you can go directly, just lock the door, and don't worry about anything else."

Wu Yulan was actually not at ease, Zhong Xun was only a little over five years old, she hesitated, or she would stay in Ningcheng during the Chinese New Year.

But Chu Henglin contacted her suddenly, saying that he was going to take Chu Tingdong to Germany, and asked her to come and see her if she wanted to see her.

Chu Tingdong's grandparents settled in Germany and missed their grandson very much. If Chu Tingdong went to Germany to study in elementary school, she might not see him for many years.

So tangled and hesitant, she kept Zhong Xun at home as Zhong Zhonglin said.

"Mom, where are you going?" Zhong Xun followed behind her holding the little white dog doll in a daze.

"Xiao Xun stay at home for a while, okay?" Wu Yulan leaned over and pinched his cheek, and said softly, "Mom will be back soon, remember to drink water, here is a small cake."

Zhong Xun nodded obediently.

Wu Yulan was actually a little worried whether Zhong Zhonglin's ex-wife would really not come to pick up the children.

But she thought the same as Zhong Zhonglin, how could someone not want to see their child, they would definitely be reluctant.

So, she let go of her apprehension and went out.

Zhong Xun hugged the little white dog, curled up his legs, and sat on the sofa. He lowered his head and played with himself for a while. When he raised his head again, it was dark. He took the little white dog doll by the ear to turn on the light, and then Sit back on the sofa again.

After drinking half a bottle of water and eating a small bread, he was still the only one at home.

But Zhong Zhonglin used to occasionally put himself at home. He waited until he couldn't open his eyes, and his mother hadn't come back, so he stepped on a small stool, brushed his teeth, and then hugged the puppy to sleep.

Still no one the next day.

On the third day, it was New Year's Eve, he had run out of water and no more buns, he was holding the puppy in a daze, his eyes were red, and he wanted to cry. When it was getting dark, he couldn't help calling Zhong Zhonglin. Telephone.

There is a landline at home, and he only remembers Zhong Zhonglin's number. When he called, Zhong Zhonglin was negotiating a contract with someone. When he saw the caller ID, he frowned.

When he was not remarried, Zhong Xun was always clinging to him, and wanted to call him, but there were not many useful words to answer him, at most he asked "Where is Dad?" and "When is Dad coming home?"

He was annoyed and busy, so he didn't answer.

Zhong Xun grabbed the dog's ears, knelt on the sofa, heard several beeps, picked the microphone in a daze, picked it up, shook it, and asked, "Daddy?"

Dad didn't speak.

At night, every household is celebrating the New Year. The winter in Ningcheng is very cold, it snows, the wind is strong, and the voltage is unstable. Suddenly, the power trips and the house suddenly goes dark.

Zhong Xun was so frightened that he pulled off a bunch of little white dog's ear hairs, and then wrapped himself and the little white dog with a quilt.

But it was still very cold, and he was also very hungry, so he couldn't make calls, so he knocked on the door, but no one heard.

He hugged the little white dog to the bedroom, put his face against the window, and found that it was very bright outside, snowy, and clusters of deep and gorgeous fireworks ignited and exploded, lighting up the whole winter night as bright as day.

The fireworks were reflected in his immature and clean pupils, and he seemed to feel less scared.

He hugged the little white dog tightly, wrapped himself in the quilt, and went to lie down on the bed. After sleeping until midnight, he began to shiver, his forehead was burning hot, feeling both cold and hot, and the little curly hair was sticking wetly to his cheeks.

Wu Yulan arrived home on the night of the first day of the new year, and the company arranged for her to be on duty in the second day of the new year, so she had to come back early.

As soon as she entered the door, she realized that Zhong Xun was burning hot all over her body and her consciousness was blurred. She was so frightened that her face lost all color, and she picked up the child and went to the hospital.

Zhong Xun had a high fever for a whole day, and he didn't drink or eat for nearly two days. He was pale and weak, and his cheeks seemed to be a little thinner. After a whole night of infusion and medicine, the fever finally subsided.

"The fever has reached more than 39 degrees," the doctor frowned, "if it is sent later, it may turn into pneumonia."

Wu Yulan didn't expect this to happen either.

She held Zhong Xun's little hand and stayed with him in the hospital for a week before finally being discharged home.

She hasn't dared to tell Zhong Zhonglin yet, even if Zhong Zhonglin told her to keep Zhong Xun at home, but now that it's like this, Zhong Zhonglin might still blame her.

There is nothing about this marriage that makes her dissatisfied at present, and she does not want to leave such a grudge.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she took Zhong Xun to the restaurant and ordered a children's meal for him.

Zhong Xun's body was still soft and his curly hair was wilted, but the food was delicious. He immersed himself in the cooking, his calf dangling on the edge of the chair, feeling a little happy.

"Xiao Xun," Wu Yulan was a little embarrassed to say, but she still spoke, her tone was gentle, and she said to him, "Dad will come to pick us up later, don't tell Dad, how are you and Mom in the hospital these days? "

Zhong Xun raised his eyelashes and fed her a mouthful of bibimbap. He was still eating, his snow-white cheeks bulged like a small animal, nodded and said, "Okay."

Wu Yulan didn't expect him to agree without asking, which made her feel a little more guilty, so she forced a smile and explained to him: "Dad is too busy with work, I will worry about it later."

When Zhong Xun saw her laugh, he followed suit, bent over the silkworm, and nodded obediently.

Zhong Zhonglin came by car and stopped at the entrance of the restaurant. Waiting for them to get in the car, after sitting in the back seat, he looked at the rearview mirror, smiled at Zhong Xun, and asked, "Do you miss Dad?"

"Think." Zhong Xun said while hugging the little white dog.

He smiled again, and started the car.

Only then did Wu Yulan realize that Zhong Zhonglin was driving in a direction other than home. Halfway there, she raised her eyes and looked at Zhong Zhonglin in the rearview mirror.

"Hasn't my cousin never had a child?" Zhong Zhonglin said to her nonchalantly.

Wu Yulan suddenly understood.

In fact, Zhong Zhonglin told her before that he wanted to have a child of his own, and then adopted Zhong Xun out.

She didn't think it was necessary, but this was Zhong Zhonglin's child after all, and she didn't intend to interfere if he wanted to.

Just didn't expect it to be so fast.

After all, they are their own, and they have been raised for five years. It is somewhat unpleasant to be separated. It is rare for Zhong Zhonglin to be so kind. He talked to Zhong Xun all the way and teased him: "What did mom buy you? Where did you go for the New Year?"

Wu Yulan was a little nervous immediately, she put her hands on her knees and clasped them together.

"Playground," Zhong Xun hooked her finger with his little thumb. It was warm and soft like a child's, but it was like a kind of comfort. He lied to Zhong Zhonglin, "Mom took me to ride a pony."

Wu Yulan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, Zhong Zhonglin didn't care about his answer at all, he just teased Zhong Xun to say a few words, what did he say, anyway, children don't match their words, so he didn't take it to heart.

Wu Yulan was completely relieved, but suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Her eyes turned a little red, and she didn't dare to look at Zhong Xun, but she wanted to take one last look at him, so she secretly looked in the rearview mirror.

But it was discovered by Zhong Xun.

Zhong Xun's cheeks were still a little pale, he lost a lot of weight, his eyes looked bigger, his eyelashes were slightly curled up, and they were fluffy.

He stared into Wu Yulan's eyes, thinking it was a bit amusing, and why did his mother seem to be crying?

He looked at it for a while, then put the little white dog on his knees, raised two fingers, pressed them against the corners of his lips, and pulled it upwards.

Wu Yulan couldn't help but laughed along, turned her head and tears fell.

Zhong Xun was very happy all the way, talking to his father, and when he was tired, he held the little white dog in his mother's arms. Since he could remember, he had never been so happy. He didn't close his mouth until the car drove farther and farther away.

I don't know why, I'm a little scared.

On the happiest day, he was sent away, except for a suitcase, only the puppy in his arms.

Later, because Zhong Xun was too weak, he always fell ill and was sent back. Wu Yulan always wondered if he had a fever and burned out, but she didn't dare to tell Zhong Zhonglin at that time, and she dared not now.

She didn't dare to let Zhong Xun call her mother anymore. She didn't know whether Zhong Xun could remember what happened when she was a child, and whether she would hold grudges. This was like a heart disease of hers.

She kept as little contact with Zhong Xun as possible, and as she grew older, she felt that Zhong Xun was not as talented as Chu Tingdong at all, and she had a comparison in her heart, of course she cared more about her children.

As if she couldn't see, couldn't hear, and didn't care, she didn't care about anything related to Zhong Xun, and she didn't care how Zhong Zhonglin beat him.

She could only tell herself that Zhong Xun did have poor grades in exams, that he was making troubles and fighting with the bastards in the society all day long, that he was disobedient, that he was reckless and mischievous, and that he was like an unruly wild dog.

She can't admit that Zhong Xun is not that bad, she can't admit that he is a good boy, otherwise why would she let Chu Tingdong move in at ease.

If she admits it, it is tantamount to admitting that she has been too bad to him all these years.

The author says:

Goodnight, everyone.Dog Comparing Heart.jpg;

Put another pre-acquisition, because I haven't decided which qwq to open first:

"Black Moonlight Dressed as a Disabled Villain"

The little beauty who pretends to be a green tea actress is attacked by x Mensao vinegar villain;

(Rong Qiu) x (Lu Hecheng);

1.

Rong Qiu accidentally transmigrated into a cool novel about the entertainment industry, and became a vicious male supporting role with the same name and surname in it.

In the book, he not only used three tricks to chase after the protagonist Gong, bullied the protagonist Shou who was in the same mess as himself, he also pretended to save the villain, and then framed him, mocked him, and put him to death.

He was vicious and vicious, and became the biggest villain of the original book, Black Moonlight.

In the end, it ended miserably, was attacked by the protagonist, slapped in the face, blocked by the entire network, and then caught by the villain, crushed his hands and feet, and his bones were ashes.

When Rong Qiu passed through, the original owner was dissatisfied with the marriage arrangement with the villain boss Lu Hecheng's family, and was about to escape the marriage, to continue stalking the protagonist, and at the same time completely offend the villain.

The entertainment reporters in the media all want to see his jokes, and when he makes a big fuss, he will be kicked out of Lu's house.

Rong Qiu: I cried, I pretended. )

wedding day.

Lu Hecheng was dressed in a suit, cold and dignified, with a handsome face and dark eyes, and he glanced at him lightly.

Without hesitation, Rong Qiu, with an affectionate face, clenched the other's cold mechanical finger bones with his backhand, and put a ring on him.

Yu Ji, who is about to watch the movie: What about the agreed-upon work? ?

The villain who was waiting for him to regret the marriage: "..."

2.

Lu Hecheng was disabled when he was young, with one arm broken, and his empty sleeves became the focus of teasing.

He was gloomy, withdrawn, and arrogant, and he didn't take those people seriously.

When he became an adult, he was fitted with metal prosthetic limbs and became a business upstart from scratch. No one dared to tease him anymore, and no one dared to approach him.

until that boy showed up.

He was unafraid of his disability, would hug his hands to keep him warm, and study his metal knuckles with curiosity and care.

Looking at him with those moist and gentle eyes, with a soft tone, he asked softly, "Do you still feel pain? Shall I rub it for you?"

3.

Lu Hecheng died once.

After being reborn, when he finally regained his memory, he was filled with uncontrollable violence. Looking at the ignorant young man around him, he just wanted to drive away everyone around him and hide him in his arms.

Let him fall with himself.

"You are the moon I saw when I looked up in the abyss, but I want to turn into silt and stain you again."