123. For you, for you (1)

A conversation that could barely be regarded as heart-to-heart and lungs ended here, drifting in the wind, and the Yun family's war song, which had never expressed any of his thoughts in front of people, seemed to be released at this moment after years of suppressed emotions. The high place is not cold, this sentence is not bad at all, however, what people don't know is the road to climb the height, is really a cold road, in this era when people don't dare to talk to each other, there can be a person who can put down everything to take care of or be reserved to say what he wants is too few.

Because Yin Xuexing's injury is almost healed, Yun Zhange wants to go back to J City, and he plans to go to that house before he goes, not for anything else, just because he brought Na Rong with him when he came, and at least he should go to say goodbye, that's all.

As for the crisis of that family, he Yun Zhange is not a savior, and he doesn't have time and extra time to ask, if that Zhengrong really has two brushes for Fu Wencong or Zhou Jianming to look at, then it's another matter.

The trip to Xihang is basically over, although Liu Yunfeng was not killed, but this is expected, Yun Zhan Ge did not have much emotion, or in response to the old saying, the time has not yet come.

The two of them walked on the shore of West Lake, no one said much, Yun Jiange decided to go to that house, Yin Xuexing understood the reason, and did not plan to go with Yun Jiange, the two broke up, Yin Xuexing planned to go back to Xihang Hotel, first find Ayu, and after Yun Zhange went to that house and came back, they would go back to J City together.

Xihang, that home!

Na Rong was dressed in a white dress, like a fairy who walked out of the clouds, Ling Bo walked slightly, Luo socks were dusty, and walked on the flower path in the backyard like the snow of the Tianshan Mountains.

That family is worthy of the once glorious family, the courtyard building is quite large-scale, Xihang is a retro city, many buildings still retain the simple charm, the courtyard is the interpretation of this simple charm to the fullest.

The backyard does not see any artificial carving, but it is really artificially dug small artificial lake, because of the role of the fountain, this seemingly calm small artificial lake does not seem incompatible with the previous environment, on the contrary, it gives people a natural perfect fit of the illusion, it can be seen that that Zhengrong is indeed a successful man who knows how to enjoy life.

Na Rong quietly walked to the shore of this small artificial lake and stood still, looking at the spring water of the lake, her indifferent look complemented the surrounding environment, at first glance, there was indeed a dusty fairy taste.

She is a graceful woman who is so beautiful that she is intoxicated, coupled with that cold breath, she is more like a peerless beauty who does not eat fireworks in the world.

There is a beautiful woman in the south, born on the bank of Hangzhou water. One look at the city, and then look at the country. Such a good sentence that has been praised through the ages, after a slight change, is really like saying that Rong.

This woman, whose figure was stretched by the sun, was reflected on the surface of the lake, and for some reason, there was a trace of loneliness and desolation in that beautiful back.

There was a sadness in her eyes that was difficult to hide.

What is it that makes this woman look so beautiful?

And what makes this stunningly beautiful woman so self-pitying?

She was alone, standing by the lake, and at this moment, it seemed that even the world had turned into a lonely gray-white, indescribable desolate artistic conception, which was emotional.

"Ouch, who am I, pretending to be lonely here and gaining sympathy?" A shrill voice rang out behind Na Rong, and his tone was extremely harsh.

Na Rong couldn't help but tremble, her face turned pale instantly, but she didn't look back.

The man seemed to feel that his prestige had been provoked, and a wave of anger surged into his heart, and then he was even more ruthless, and said, "Na Rong, you little slut, how do you treat your elders?" Don't think that you are a concubine, just think that no one in this family can control you! ”

Belch?

Hearing this, a trace of anger surged in Na Rong's heart, and she slowly turned around.

A richly dressed woman looked at Na Rong with a mocking face, this woman, about thirty years old, her skin was extremely well maintained, her thick makeup gave people a disgusting feeling, and there was an indescribable vulgar smell all over her body.

Na Rong glanced coldly, and a hatred from the bottom of her heart erupted without any prelude, making this woman feel like falling into an ice cellar, and she couldn't help but tremble a little, and then, she suddenly woke up, and immediately roared: "Na Rong, you cheap skin, do you still want to go against the sky?" ”

Na Rong suddenly took a long breath, then her expression was as cold as ice, and she slowly turned around, just about to leave.

I was bitten by a dog, do I have to bite back?

"Stop,!" Suddenly, the woman shouted loudly, and the demon sent a god to stop Na Rong.

Na Rong's pace of leaving suddenly stagnated, suddenly turned around, and glared at the woman fiercely, the unforgettable hatred instantly emanated, and the tone was cold and without any emotion: "Zhao Lingzhi, don't be a slut, I don't know who squeezed his head and wanted to marry the one who was enough to be your father, if you want to say cheap, I don't have you cheap!" ”

"Buzz"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Lingzhi seemed to feel like a thunderbolt from the sky, and his eyes were full of anger.

"I don't care about you, I just don't want to waste time with a mad dog that bites people, don't think I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid of that Zhengrong!" Na Rong roared loudly at Zhao Lingzhi as if a flood had suddenly burst its banks, as if she was about to vent the grievances she had suffered over the years, she was fed up, and she only felt that even if the sky fell, she would have to vent the anger that had been buried in her heart for many years.

And Zhao Lingzhi, the whole person was sluggish at this moment, as that magnificent woman, for so many years, that family can be said to be calling for wind and rain, with a certain status, everyone sees her is respectfully called Mrs. Zhao, in this family, as long as she says a word, who dares not to listen?

Even if he used to ridicule Na Rong, but Na Rong blindly avoided it, where did he behave like this today? In such a situation, Zhao Lingzhi is not only incredible, but also incredible.

Why?

Hehe, the dog will jump off the wall when he is in a hurry, everyone understands such a simple truth, but Zhao Lingzhi doesn't understand it.

"What do you say, kind of you say again?" Zhao Lingzhi stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointed at Na Rong and shouted loudly, as if he was angry.

"Xiao San is still a Xiao San, and he will never be able to do the main house!" Na Rong snorted coldly, and looked directly at Zhao Lingzhi, anyway, since she had pierced her face, she didn't mind letting out all the anger she had suffered over the years.

"You" Zhao Lingzhi suddenly raised his hand, and the palm of the hand wearing a pure gold ring instantly fanned down towards Na Rong.

The next moment, Na Rong did not show weakness, reached out and grabbed Zhao Lingzhi's palm, so that her slap could not fall.

"What kind of thing are you qualified to hit me?" Na Rong roared, hysterically loud and furious.

"If you are the opposite, you will be as cheap as your dead mother!" Zhao Lingzhi panicked, and shouted at Na Rong like a shrew scolding the street.

"Smack!"

As soon as the words fell.

Zhao Lingzhi felt a hot pain on his face.

Na Rong was angry and slapped Zhao Lingzhi in the face.

"Boom"

Zhao Lingzhi only felt that the world was spinning, and his body was about to lose his center of gravity, Na Rong's slap had accumulated many years of grievances, and since he wanted to vent at this moment, he would not keep his hand.

A bright red five-finger print was printed on Zhao Lingzhi's face.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the pin drop could be heard.

"I can tolerate you scolding me and slandering me, but you are never allowed to scold my mother!" Na Rong's eyes were filled with a monstrous rage, and he yelled at Zhao Lingzhi viciously.

At this moment, the resentment over the years turned into this roar, and at this moment, Zhao Lingzhi's face was so sluggish that he even forgot to speak.

"Bastard thing!"

Suddenly, a man's majestic roar came.

Not far away, Na Zhengrong, who was dressed in a black suit, looked at this scene with an indifferent face, and shouted directly at Na Rong.

Na Rong turned her head and looked at her biological father coldly, without saying a word, with a cold face.

And Zhao Lingzhi, as if he had suddenly met a savior, forgot the hot pain on his face in an instant, and a disgusting villain's face instantly appeared on his face, and he ran towards the grandeur with infinite grievances.

That grandiose, brows furrowed inadvertently.

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