When Murong Ziqin came out of the bathroom, she secretly took a photo.

The top floor of Meicheng.

"Ring, ring, ring" Murong Ziqin picked up the phone, "Bang! Murong Ziqin slammed the cup in his hand to the ground hard, and the slag of the glass splashed everywhere, with contempt and merciless mockery under the refraction of the sun.

Would you rather trust others than your own daughter?

In his heart, everyone else is more important than his daughter, right, he didn't ask what happened at all, and he scolded indiscriminately.

The weather was so good, but the sun was so dazzling, she couldn't open her eyes, and she felt that the world was out of place with her.

Sitting in front of the window, bending his right leg, leaning against the wall, messy hair, dizzy, carrying a bottle of wine in his hand, squinting his eyes, looking out the window at the traffic. The sky is getting darker little by little, and the city is pulling down the curtain of the night, and the street lamps and neon lights are gradually brightening. Ziqin lifted the bottle, shook it in front of her eyes, and took another sip.

"Squeak~~" Ziyuan pushed the door in and brought a gruel, "Ah Qin, eat a little bit, it's not a head if it goes on like this." (Ziyuan and Ziqin both call each other like this, Ayuan, Aqin) "But I don't want to eat anything now, you can bring it back, bring two more bottles of beer, I'll call you again when I'm hungry!" ”

Ziyuan just shook her head and brought the meal out again.

Ziqin tilted her head to the side and looked out the window at the endless stream of vehicles. The night market is full of people coming and going, and everyone has a smile on their faces. "Why am I the only one and so lonely? Why is it that everyone else can be so happy, and I have to be sad here alone. ”

A person can be very strong, and when he is in front of everyone, he is the strongest example, but when a person is at night, he is the loneliest, the most helpless, and the weakest.

As soon as I closed my eyes, it was the same picture when I first came home. Murong Zhentian was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, Ziqin gently pushed the door in, and was about to change into a pair of slippers and go upstairs, but was stopped by him.

"Where have you been these days, have you had fun?" With a hint of mockery, "How about going to an Internet café to play a game, is it a team battle or an individual battle?" ”

"Dad, I said I didn't go to the Internet café." Murong Ziqin wanted to ease the atmosphere, trying to hope that he would calm down.

But it's useless, "Don't say it again, do you want to hide it from me when you do bad things?" ”

Murong Ziqin's eyes widened, and she replied to him viciously, "Yes!" I just went! Do you want to take care of it? Since I came home for so many years, what have you given me besides my living expenses! If you want to be a father, it's better not to have it! "Throw it down the door downstairs and go upstairs and pack up.

Would she be stupid enough to be at home? No way!

It's not too bad, isn't it.

After experiencing it, it doesn't hurt. The past goes with the wind

Ziqin got up and changed into clothes, a pair of shorts with middle sleeves, and looked like she was good, and there was nothing wrong. "Ayuan, cook me a bowl of mung bean porridge when you come back in the evening." Grab a small satchel, bring your phone and money, and go to the night market.