I was suddenly angry, and a wave of anger came out of nowhere.

With so many wonderful links, Yu Zecheng was like, squeezing out little by little!

I finally understand why An Xu said those words, yes, if Yu Zecheng was a judge, someone would definitely be killed or angry.

With these details in the story, the rhyme and flavor will be very different.

I didn't expect the heroine in the story to be such a fierce girl!

But it was clear that she didn't make it.

I heard that she really ran to kill her little boyfriend, and I really wanted to cheer for her. But now I'm glad for her that her murderous plan didn't succeed.

That little boyfriend is undoubtedly a scumbag, no matter what reason he has, he is the best scumbag for abandoning his girlfriend who is desperately earning money for him to study.

This is an unquestionable, unequivocal accusation, and anyone who hears this story will have the urge to scold him.

Yu Zecheng asked me, "Do you know why the girl didn't kill him?"

I sighed, what else could I do? I replied to Yu Zecheng and said, "Because she loves him too much! This girl's love is too humble!"

Yu Zecheng said: "It's because the girl saw that her little boyfriend's new girlfriend was pregnant, which was the blood of her adoptive father and adoptive mother." ”

A deep sense of pathos quickly swept over me, along with a chill to the bone.

I reached out and touched the tears on my face, and I realized that I was crying.

But the question comes again: since the little boyfriend was about to become a father two years before the kiss, how could he rob the kiss again two years later?

Did you become a scumbag again and dump your pregnant girlfriend?

I asked Yu Zecheng, "What about that child?"

After a long time, Yu Zecheng said: "That child is not his at all." ”

What a winding story!

This story was vividly used by Yu Zecheng as a tube of toothpaste, and he squeezed it out little by little.

And I can only ask a little bit of questions.

I asked Yu Zecheng: "When did he know that the child was not his?"

He said: "I learned about it by chance, and then he went to verify it, but he didn't expect his girlfriend to admit it generously." ”

I asked Yu Zecheng, "Who are you in this story?"

My sudden question, perhaps shocking him, took a long time to reply with two words: "Guess".

I've guessed it.

Because if it is a hearsay story, it is impossible to understand it in such detail, even if it is learned by chance and generously admitted.

I suddenly felt nervous and didn't know whether to continue asking.

Unexpectedly, he sent the answer directly, he said: "I am the scumbag you said!"

I dropped my phone on the computer desk, lay on my back in the swivel chair and sighed heavily.

What a surprise!

I didn't expect Yu Zecheng to tell me the story as a scumbag in the story! I didn't expect him to tell me such an unbearable past.

I don't want to say anything anymore, though I'd love to know if he's with that girl right now?

Back in the afternoon, he said that the girl and her sister were not very happy.

He turned out to be the male protagonist, but he failed to make the female protagonist happy!

It's really disgusting!

Will telling one's unbearable past alleviate one's guilt? Will one be redeemed if one dares to share such a terrible story?

I'm in a terrible mood, the story itself is a sad mess, and I learned that the male protagonist turned out to be a netizen who has been in contact with me for more than eight years!

Wait a minute!

He's been in contact with me for over eight years? What does that mean? That means I must have known that story before!

However, because of my selective amnesia after the car accident, I forgot all about that story!

Eight years, eight years!

Could there be me in that story?

The thought popped into my mind, and I felt a wave of panic in my heart.

I quickly picked up my phone, and my fingers on the keyboard were shaking.

I'm trying to control my emotions, and I have to figure out now, right away: Is there me in that story?

But the more anxious I was, the more bad the words were, and it took a long time to type out a sentence.

I asked Yu Zecheng, "Is there me in that story?"

I unconsciously covered my mouth, stared intently at the phone screen, and waited anxiously for Yu Zecheng's reply.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...... The "click" sound of the pendulum of the wall clock in the study became clearer and louder.

How long has it been? I have never received a reply from Yu Zecheng.

I was already sleepy, and my eyelids were too heavy to lift.

I struggled out of the swivel chair and climbed onto the tatami mat of the bay window with all my might.

Throwing myself on the comfortable tatami mat, I fell asleep after a whirlwind.

In the hazy consciousness, I felt that I was being picked up, and the fresh and charming breath told me: It turned out to be Jiangnan!

Nestled in my wide, warm embrace, I sighed comfortably. This is the right feeling, so that you can have a sweet dream when you fall asleep.

I heard Jiang Nan say to himself, "Is it right for me to do this?"

I wanted to ask him what he had done to be so uneasy, but I was so sleepy that I soon fell asleep completely.

In this dream, there is no idle cottage with beautiful fairyland scenery, and there is no misty forest with heavy haze, nothing.

When I woke up, I felt as if I had just fallen asleep and woken up. Looking at Jiang Nan, who was leaning on the head of the bed and reading a book, this sense of trance seemed more real.

I asked Jiangnan, "Why don't you sleep yet?"

He flipped a page and said, "It's already morning." ”

Confused, I looked up at the wall, but I didn't see the wall clock.

I asked Jiang Nan strangely, "What about the bell?"

Jiang Nan asked me without raising his head, "What clock?"

I said, "It's the old wall clock, the same two in the study and the living room." ”

Jiang Nan turned his head to look at me and said, "Are you sleeping? When did we hang an old-fashioned wall clock?

I was stunned for a moment, wouldn't I? I just slept and woke up with three old-fashioned wall clocks gone, and Jiang Nan even vetoed it.

I was unhappy and said, "Don't be foolish, can I still remember three old-fashioned wall clocks?"

Jiang Nan continued to flip through the book, shaking his head noncommittally and smiling.

This is blatant disdain! Disdain is contempt!

Unconvinced, I pulled on his pajamas and asked him, "Hey, don't think I didn't see it! What was your expression just now? Are you deliberately playing with me, right?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nan directly knocked off my pull with his hand, and scolded me loudly: "Have you made enough trouble? I'm reading a book in a hurry, and I don't have time to play with you!"

I was stunned for a moment, and I was frightened by the fierce Jiangnan.

Is he my perfect husband Jiang Nan? Jiang Nan has always stared at me gently and affectionately, when has he ever spoken so violently to me?

I was so shocked that I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and the hand that had been knocked off was still in mid-air, overwhelmed.

Jiang Nan closed the book with an angry "snap", and continued to roar at me like thunder:

"Please sober up, I'm going crazy when I am tortured like this by you every day!"

"When did you ever hang an old-fashioned wall clock in this house? Do you have amnesia or schizophrenia?"