"How was she deceived, I was pregnant before marriage....."

Xu Zhao chuckled and looked straight at Ji Chuanxiong: "You should know best, don't you..."

"Shut up! Wang Lang, go and get my whip! ”

Ji Chuanxiong's angry voice echoed in the hall, full of annoyance.

"Chairman ......"

Wang Lang wanted to dissuade him, he still had lingering palpitations about his dream, but when he saw Ji Feng looking at him coldly, he judged the situation and finally chose to shut up.

The whip was quickly sent to Ji Chuanxiong.

"You admit your mistake to Dad, don't make Dad's anger...... Don't forget, you are now the little master of the Ji family. ”

Monsoon looked at him with a bit of brotherly gentleness, but in those eyes, there was undisguised indifference.

It was the Ji family who pulled Xu Zhao out of that muddy life.

Xu Zhao looked at him, his back straight.

"I'm not wrong."

He hadn't done anything, so why should he admit his mistake?

Ji Chuanxiong raised his hand, and the whip was drawn on Xu Zhao mercilessly.

One moment, one moment......

Like a brutal dictator.

No one pleaded for Xu Zhao, and he didn't hide, he didn't beg for mercy......

He looked at Ji Chuanxiong, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

"I don't blame you for this incident, but from today onwards, you'd better not live at home, I'll have someone find you a house outside."

Ji Chuanxiong was tired, dropped the whip, looked at Xu Zhao's bloodstains, and there was no pity in his eyes.

"Huh." Xu Zhao laughed and glanced at him.

"I'll move out today."

Monsoon frowned: "You have to think clearly...... When Grandpa asks, don't talk nonsense. ”

Xu Zhao ignored him and had already gone upstairs alone.

Ji Chuanxiong looked at the young man's back, his face was very ugly: "A white-eyed wolf who can't be raised." ”

Second floor.

When the cleaning servants saw Xu Zhao, who was covered in blood, they all avoided it far away, as if they were afraid of being contaminated with some bad luck.

Xu Zhao ignored it and walked straight into the room.

Except for textbooks, he didn't have any luggage to pack, and when he came to Gu's house, he was alone, and when he left, he didn't have any worries.

Not exactly.

Xu Zhao walked to his bed, as if talking to himself, but the expression on his face was surprisingly soft:

"Don't give me any more money in the future...... Keep your own flowers. ”

"Thank you.

......

Outside the window, lightning and thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down.

The girl, dressed in a hospital gown, ran down the stairs of the hospital barefoot......

"Hey, little girl, what are you doing!"

The nurse on duty who was yawning was startled away by the girl who suddenly ran downstairs and fell asleep.

"Urgency."

The girl's voice was calm, and she dropped it and rushed out.

The nurse was stunned and hurriedly chased to the door: "Hey? There's a bathroom upstairs! ”

But the person had already run away, and she wanted to say something, but she felt a huge sleepiness hit her.

"Huh? What am I running out for? ”

In the blurred light and shadow of the street lamp, the nurse lady dusted off the rain on her body and walked into the building full of doubts.

The first rain of early autumn was unusually heavy.

Xu Zhao walked out of the Ji family with either gloating or pitiful and sympathetic eyes.

His only luggage was the schoolbag he carried on his back.

It was already late at night, except for the street lights.

Xu Zhao walked aimlessly on the streets, like a rebellious runaway child.

It wasn't until the school uniform was drenched in the rain and the blood stains on the wound were diluted and tingled with some stinging pain that he came back to his senses.

"Heh......" Xu Zhao didn't know why, he felt a little funny.

"I shouldn't have had any expectations for any blood kinship......"

When he left the Ji family, neither Ji Chuanxiong nor Ji Chi showed up, and when he walked out of the gate of the Ji family, he responded to the sound of the door simply closing.

No one cares where he goes, and no one comes looking for him.

The rain ran down the ends of his hair and fell into the boy's eyes, feeling a little astringent and uncomfortable.

He rubbed his eyes.

"Are you crying?"

The girl's soft voice sounded behind him.

Xu Zhao's heart trembled, this week, he was already familiar with this voice.

How did she come?