Chapter 179: Fierce Quarrel

These discoveries gnawed at Rong Zheng's heart like little ants, and he finally couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter with the clothes on your body?"

Zhou Ling was stunned, and then looked down at the clothes on his body. Those bad memories came back again.

She looked sideways at Rong Zheng's face, and her questioning tone and gloomy face were telling her that Rong Zheng was suspicious of her.

Heh, she suddenly sneered a little numbly, "What do you think should be the case?"

"Don't you think you should give me an explanation?"

Rong Zheng's voice was low, but with a hint of mockery.

He didn't want to believe that Zhou Ling would like someone else, as long as he thought of this possibility, he wanted to roar angrily.

But how else can these things be explained?

If you don't know each other, how can you stay in someone else's house to take a bath and change into such expensive clothes.

He couldn't give her expensive clothes and jewelry, so she chose someone else, did she?

"What if I don't give it?"

Zhou Ling's voice was completely cold, and she looked at Rong Zheng steadily, wanting to get a hint of comfort from his expression.

But no......

Nothing but skepticism and distrust.

Her heart sank to the bottom for a moment, and she realized how ridiculous she had just felt comforted.

Rong Zheng was silent for a long time before he said, "Whatever you want." ”

It's just that his voice was low, his eyes were focused on looking ahead, and he refused to give Zhou Ling even a corner of his eye.

The atmosphere in the car became depressing and quiet, and Zhou Ling turned his head in time so that Rong Zheng didn't see the tears on her cheeks.

The two of them returned home silently, and Zhou Ling walked into the room without saying a word and slammed the door shut.

As long as he thought that Zhou Ling had been in another man's house for so long, Rong Zheng's heart was on fire.

Now that Zhou Ling was so directly rejected from the door, this anger became more and more vigorous.

He opened the door, walked up to Zhou Ling with a gloomy face, and then directly bullied up.

"If you want money, I can give it to you! If you want clothes, I can buy them for you. If you don't like me, don't be with me, why do you trample on my dignity so much!"

Rong Zheng grabbed Zhou Ling's wrist hard, his bloodshot eyes full of disappointment and gloom.

His questions made Zhou Ling hit again and again with a blunt object.

Not even a chance to give her a breather.

When she was most helpless, her lover not only did not comfort her, but only knew blind doubt and questioning.

Her heart was instantly shattered.

"In your heart, that's what I am?"

Zhou Ling looked back at him, but his eyes were empty and his expression was numb, like a delicate doll, but he had lost his soul.

"You don't even want to give me an explanation, how can you make me believe you?" Rong Zheng said in a deep voice with a painful face.

He wished she could explain it out loud, no matter how ridiculous the excuse was, he was willing to believe it.

But she didn't bother to explain......

"Explanation?" Zhou Ling asked with a sneer, "What explanation do you want?"

She didn't bother to explain because she had never done anything like that.

But this is not the case in Rong Zheng's opinion, he thinks that Zhou Ling no longer cares about the feelings of the two of them at all.

That's why I don't even want to give an explanation.

His eyes deepened, and a look of pain flashed across his face.

"You can only be mine. ”

He bowed his head sharply and unbuttoned Zhou Ling's clothes with a rough movement.

This dress was so dazzling in his eyes, he wanted to tear it off.

He thought so, and he did.

A good piece of clothing was suddenly torn apart by Rong Zheng, revealing Zhou Ling's snow-white chest.

He lowered his head and greedily sucked Zhou Ling's unique fragrance.

"Smack!"

The sudden voice was especially loud in this room, and Rong Zheng looked at Zhou Ling below.

Her eyes were full of panic and disappointment, and the hand that slapped him in the face was now retracted into a fist, against his chest.

This is the first time Zhou Ling has looked at him with this kind of expression, and the strangeness is frightening.

Rong Zheng suddenly realized his madness just now, got up from Zhou Ling, he silently walked to the closet, took a coat and slammed the door.

In the room, Zhou Ling looked at the rags on his body that could no longer be called clothes, and hugged his knees helplessly and wept.

But her expression was numb, but her eyes were like tap water that had opened the floodgates, and she wept silently.

He didn't trust her......

Never trusted.

He asked her for an explanation, but he knew that if there were too many explanations, her heart would be tired.

If they have to use this explanation for the rest of their lives to maintain their relationship, then why bother?

Rong Zheng left the house and wandered the streets like a headless fly.

Many shops were already closed in the early hours of the morning, so he found a convenience store that was open 24 hours a day and bought two packs of cigarettes and a lighter.

Then I found a quiet place and smoked cigarettes one by one.

The flickering light is like a star in the night, scalding a hole in a dark cloth for no reason.

The smoke came out of Rong Zheng's nose with his familiar puff, and Rong Zheng had already lost many cigarette butts under his feet.

But he was tireless, one after the other.

Maybe only tobacco can numb his nerves, make him feel less irritable, and let him not think about those things.

I don't know when it started, but he became more and more dependent on smoking and alcohol, which could temporarily paralyze his nerves.

Let him sink into this repeated action, without so many troubles, and his heart will not ache.

A pack of cigarettes was half off in a short time, and the sky in the distance was covered with a touch of fish belly white.

I don't know what I remembered, Rong Zheng threw down the cigarette butt in his hand and crushed the spark of the cigarette butt.

I drove from the underground garage and said nothing until I got to the front of a shop.

The name of this store is clearly the logo on Zhou Ling's clothes.

At this time, the store was not yet open.

Rong Zheng parked the car where he could, then leaned on the railing and waited for the store to open.

In summer, the sun brightens early, and it is already completely suspended in the sky at about seven or eight o'clock.

At this time, the streets gradually became more and more pedestrians, and shops opened one after another.

Rong Zheng walked in without saying a word after the store opened, and then chose a bunch of clothes and threw them in front of the cash register.

The employee blinked in disbelief at the sight of the pile of clothes, and even wondered if he hadn't woken up in the morning and was still dreaming.

"Checkout. ”

Rong Zheng's impatient voice made the clerk understand that he was not dreaming, and hurriedly settled the bill for Rong Zheng with a smile.

After this order, her commission this month is terrible!