Cui Shumo stood outside the door, thinking about the scene of her husband and son lying on the bed and ignoring her love, she felt a grievance, she also had a temper, even if she was at fault, how could he Zhao Zhiheng be so ruthless, torture her like this, she walked to the sofa and sat in a daze, already physically and mentally exhausted, hungry, and after this toss, it was getting dark at this time, and the living room without the lights was a little dim, Cui Shumo sat on the sofa with her knees crossed, she was so hungry, she put one hand to cover her stomach, hungry and uncomfortable. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Mom, do you have a stomachache?" Zhao Lele didn't know when he stood at the door of his bedroom, although his voice was not loud, it may be because of his nervousness, and the small voice sounded penetrating. Two years ago, Cui Shumo was sick for a while because of gastritis, and Lele already remembered it at that time.

"Nope." Cui Shumo took out the hand that was originally covering his stomach, and he didn't want to say more.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Zhao Lele walked over and took his mother is hand.

"It doesn't hurt." Cui Shumo withdrew his hand and continued to sit with his knees crossed.

The movement outside attracted Zhao Zhiheng, he glanced at the big and small people on the sofa, and walked to pour a glass of warm water, "Drink the water first." Zhao Zhiheng walked over and handed over the water.

Cui Shumo didn't appreciate it, he was angry, she also had a temper, she was angry when she was angry, she didn't need him to be pitiful, who wanted to drink the water he sent.

The whole family was frozen in the living room, and the atmosphere was very uncomfortable, but Cui Shumo didn't care at all, she was in a temper now.

"Dad, Mom's face is not very good." Zhao Lele said faintly.

"You go back to the house." Zhao Zhiheng said.

Then Zhao Lele glanced at Cui Shumo, who was playing tricks, and pushed the door into his bedroom.

Zhao Zhiheng didn't know that her face was not good, she was thin, her newly cut short hair was not ironed, her eyes were red and swollen after crying, the tip of her nose was red, and her lips were red, she seemed to be a little angry, and she needed to drink some water. But at this time, her face was stubborn, her eyes were unconcealable grievances and dissatisfaction, and her righteousness was awe-inspiring, Zhao Zhiheng couldn't help but have a headache.

"Are you hungry?" Zhao Zhiheng put down the water glass in his hand, pulled Shumo and hugged it in his arms, and put one hand on her stomach. It may be because he has been holding the hot water cup, but the hand covering his stomach is very warm, which actually relieves Cui Shumo's stomach discomfort.

So she resisted a little, and then stopped struggling, but slowly felt the warmth spread.

"Are you hungry?" Zhao Zhiheng asked again.

"Hmph." Cui Shumo tilted his head and took the back of his head to him, but he didn't agree.

"Book and ink... Zhao Zhiheng urged.

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, I don't have to worry about you, what kind of good person are you pretending to be now, why don't you ignore me at that time, aren't you asleep, who told you to take care of it, go to sleep with you, it's been so long, you haven't asked me, how sad and uncomfortable I am, have you thought about it, I hate you..." Cui Shumo said and pushed Zhao Zhiheng away.

"Shumo, I'm just afraid that your love for me is getting weaker and weaker, and I don't know what to do." Zhao Zhiheng said weakly, at such a time, perhaps nothing can solve the problem better than honesty.

Cui Shumo looked at Zhao Zhiheng with a surprised expression, and then what was waiting for Zhao Zhiheng was a punch and kick, "You idiot, you die, I will kill you." Cui Shumo scolded and used both hands and feet to violence against Zhao Zhiheng.

Zhao Zhiheng endured it silently, why didn't he want to beat himself, what was he for.

After a while, Cui Shumo, who was tired of beating and scolding, was lying in Zhao Zhiheng's arms and gradually quieted down.

"Zhiheng, how can I love you more and more, in fact, I don't know, do you know how much I miss you for more than a month, obviously I should hate you, but I can't help but miss you, I can't help but be afraid, I don't know what to do." Saying that, Cui Shumo looked up at Zhao Zhiheng with a blank expression.

"Then I hate myself, Zhiheng, every time I think about you, I prick myself with a needle, my leg hurts, and my heart will be comfortable." Cui Shumo said and lifted the hem of his skirt, and his white thighs were red and swollen, and there were several pinholes with coagulated blood beads.

"Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with my own dreams, in which you are with someone else." Cui Shumo bit his lip, tears in his eyes.

Zhao Zhiheng looked at Cui Shumo's legs stupidly, and reached out to touch it, but it was as if he was scorched by the redness and swelling and didn't dare to touch it.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Zhao Zhiheng closed his eyes painfully and said, vaguely there seemed to be tears flashing. "I didn't do anything, no one else, it was just you." Zhao Zhiheng said.

At this time, they hugged each other tightly and were unwilling to let go for a long time.

"Ahh Cui Shumo, what are you doing?!" Zhao Zhiheng screamed in pain.

"Isn't that woman's arm holding it, I'll bite you to death." Cui Shumo bit Zhao Zhiheng's arm and said.

"It hurts, let go. Loosen.... ”

"And the lipstick mark on your neck, see if I don't bite off your neck in one bite." Cui Shumo pounced on Zhao Zhiheng violently.

"Book and ink... That's what Wen Yang helped me get, it's Wen Yang。。。。。 Zhao Zhiheng said and climbed off the sofa.

"You actually let Wen Yang kiss you, you a**. And the smell of smoke in your body, smoke to death, do you always smoke。。。。。 Cui Shumo chased after him, and there was a mess in the living room for a while.

There was a bang, interrupting the battle between the two people, "Are you all okay, I'm hungry." Zhao Lele asked with some displeasure.

"Well。。。。。 You go and get dressed, and you'll be fine right away. Zhao Zhiheng pretended to be calm and said.

"Hmph... Zhao Lele snorted disdainfully, slammed the door again, and went back to change clothes.

Zhao Zhiheng took advantage of this gap to quickly hug Cui Shumo, lest she be violent to herself again. "You... Does a pinprick hurt? He asked.

"It hurts, how can it not hurt, but sooner or later, I will find it back on you." Cui Shumo gritted his teeth and said.

Soon Cui Shumo finished his work in Shanghai, and the family of three returned home in a reunion, but this farce was a little too big, at this time, the four Gao Tang sat on the sofa, Lele also sat next to him, and a group of five people looked at Zhao Zhiheng and Cui Shumo standing under the hall.

"Zhao Zhiheng, what the hell is going on." Father Zhao asked angrily.

Since the rumors of his son out of **, he has not expressed a word, even if Shumo said that he was going to divorce, he was silent, if it weren't for the grandson who said that he saw the lipstick marks on his father's body with his own eyes, he didn't believe that his son could do this kind of thing, now, confused, the little couple reconciled again, reconciliation is good, but things always have to be explained, and if there is a mistake, he must take it as a warning, he will never allow the wrong person to get by, even if it is his only son.

"Say." Dad Zhao is obviously running out of patience.

"Dad, I was wrong." Zhao Zhiheng said. In the face of Cui Shumo, he can tell the whole story, but in front of his parents and son, let him say it again, he can't say it even if he dies, it is better to have the black pot on his back, and he is not willing to be a sensitive and hypocritical man.

"Dad, it's actually all a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding." Cui Shumo also said hesitantly.

"How wrong is wrong, how is the misunderstanding, everything must be explained, you are no longer children, and you will get divorced at every turn, shouldn't we parents know." Zhao's father did not give up.

"It's just that I'm confused, confused, and drunk too much." Zhao Zhiheng avoided the important and trivialized, "I have already reviewed it deeply, and Shumo has already forgiven me." ”

"Yes, he drank too much, I don't care, I don't care." Cui Shumo, who had to be divorced some time ago, now said generously.

"Shumo, you kid, you're conniving at him. This must not be done that way. Father Zhao said with a serious face.

"Forget it, the matter between the children, since Shumo has forgiven him, let them solve it themselves." Cui's mother said.

"That being said, but this kid does such a thing, don't talk about books and ink, we parents are all chilling." Zhao's mother said again.

For a while, the four high-ranking people had different opinions, and they had no decision on how to deal with Zhao Zhiheng for a while, but Cui Shumo was kind and generous, and the image of taking the overall situation into account had been established.

"Dad didn't **, just deliberately wanted to be angry with Mom, Mom forgot the wedding anniversary, and Dad was not allowed to kiss her, she only cared about preparing for class and translating books all day long, and she was not at home on weekends, and she followed Aunt Lin Xue and Aunt Sun Li out to go shopping and beauty whenever she was free, when Dad criticized her, she always said that the two of them were like this, and after a long time of love, it became family affection, and finally annoyed Dad." Zhao Lele said with a small mouth.

In the end, Zhao Zhiheng was wronged, and Cui Shumo's glorious image collapsed.