Because of Long Xiaowen's promotion behind the scenes, Zhang Pingen settled in Fu Tao's house very smoothly and began his carefree and happy life.

Zhang's mother was not at ease at first, so she had to come and see every other day, urging Zhang Pingen to go home.

Now that Long Xiaowen is in charge of the family, the delicate little princess doesn't know what means she used, so that Zhang Jiarui's heart revolves around her, Long Xiaowen let him go east and he will never dare to run west.

Gradually, Zhang Jiarui did not pay as much attention to Zhang's mother as before.

Mother Zhang can only be regarded as a transparent maid on call at home now, except for Long Xiaowen asking her to do things, she basically has no sense of existence at home.

It's just that her free time didn't last long, because a little life was about to be ushered in at home, and Long Xiaowen was pregnant.

Since she became pregnant, the whole person has become more squeamish than before, and she still cries at every turn, as if Zhang's mother has done something to bully her.

Long Xiaowen looked wronged, and Zhang Jiarui, who loved his wife like his life, was naturally distressed when he saw it, and his attitude towards Zhang's mother was not good.

Zhang's mother was helpless, she couldn't wait for Long Xiaowen to give birth, so she proposed to go back to her hometown.

Naturally, no one kept her.

"Pingen, you better go back to live more, you are always here to talk," Zhang's mother took Zhang Pingen's hand and said seriously, "If you don't go back, your father and you will not be close." ”

When he grows up, he won't even be able to share a cent of his property.

Zhang Pingen shook his head indifferently, "If you don't get close, you won't be close, anyway, I have a godfather and godmother, I'm not afraid!" ”

But no matter how good they are to you, you are not related by blood, in case they have children of their own...

Zhang's mother wanted to explain something, but because Fu Wei and Zheng Nanyang were there, she could only turn her worries into a light sigh, and finally instructed, "You must take good care of yourself and be obedient." ”

Zhang Pingen still replied perfunctorily, not caring about Zhang's mother's advice.

Fu Mo and Zheng Nanyang don't have children, what is the difference between him and their own now, no matter how much he makes trouble, they will spoil themselves.

After all, they don't have children, and they have to rely on themselves to support their old age in the end.

In the fourth month after Zhang's mother left, Long Xiaowen gave birth.

It's a girl.

Zhang Pingen was very happy when he heard the news at first, and said "raising children to prevent old age", now Zhang Jiarui only has his own son, he should be better to himself, right?

But the facts are a slap in the face.

Zhang Jiarui's love for this daughter is more than that of Zhang Huaien before, and he can't wait to hold her in his hand every day, and he wants to take her wherever he goes.

As for Zhang Pingen, he was completely left behind. If Fu Hao and Zheng Nanyang wanted him to propose to transfer Zhang Pingen, he would definitely agree without blinking.

"Godmother, am I just a homeless kid now?"

Just returned from Zhang's house, Zhang Pingen once again started his miserable sale.

And Fu Wei took the trouble to comfort him: "Who said you have no home?" Isn't this your home? ”

Zhang Pingen smiled "hehe", leaned in front of Fu Wei again, and looked at her with blank eyes.

"How much?" Fu Wei is already accustomed to Zhang Pingen's routine, every time her pocket money runs out, she will pull her back to Zhang's house, and then come back to sell miserably, and finally ask her for money.

Never changed the routine.

"3000," Zhang Pingen replied with a grin.

His godmother is just good at talking, and she is so emotional that she can't look like it. As long as it sells a little miserably, you can get a lot of money in your pocket.

Fu Wei's status in his heart is now second only to that of a bank teller, because it is a bit troublesome to take her back to Zhang's house.

Zhang Pingen was deliberately spoiled by Fu Fu and Zheng Nanyang, and grew to the age of sixteen day by day.

Sixteen-year-old Zhang Pingen is no longer the chubby little boy he was back then, but a bad boy who dresses up fashionably and spends money.

"Brother En, are you still going to sing tonight?" Xiaoqiang doggedly handed Zhang Pingen a lighter and carefully lit the cigarette in his mouth.

Zhang Pingen grabbed the hairstyle he had just done, rode on the motorcycle he bought with a lot of money, and replied angrily, "Go, today Dongzi said that he would bring a few of his classmates over, and I don't know if it is beautiful enough." ”

After he dropped out of junior high school last year, he came into contact with some women in society, and he hadn't seen a girl in school for a long time, and he didn't know... Does it taste good.

In the box of the most upscale song hall, a man dressed as a high school student walked in with four female students in school uniforms.

"Brother En, I brought you a few people." As soon as Dongzi saw Zhang Pingen, he immediately bowed respectfully. also gave a few girls in the back a look and asked them to do the same.

Zhang Pingen waved his hand and motioned for him to get out of the way. Only then did he walk over slowly, smile at one of the girls, and the next second, pinch her chin.

"This is okay, not bad," Zhang Pingen didn't wait for anyone to react, directly grabbed the girl's wrist, led her to other places, and grabbed a nearby girl with his left hand, and walked out of the box door together.

Early in the morning, Zhang Jiarui opened the door, and saw a middle-aged man guarding outside the door, seeing him come out, the middle-aged man's face was entangled for a few seconds, and finally made up his mind and came up to ask

"You're Zhang Pingen's father, right?"

Zhang Pingen?

Zhang Jiarui hasn't remembered this name for I don't know how long.

Every time Zhang Pingen goes home, he picks him when he is not there, and when he goes home, he just sits and leaves. Over time, his wife Long Xiaowen didn't bother to mention whether Zhang Pingen had ever been at home.

The last time he heard the name was in his daughter's mouth.

Because Zhang Pingen robbed her of the sugar.

"Yes, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Jiarui nodded and looked at the middle-aged man's vicissitudes of life.

His loose skin was covered with deep and shallow furrows, and there were a few spots on his face, and he had good eyesight, and he could even see the large pores on a man's face.

The middle-aged man glared at him viciously, and pounced on him suddenly, cursing some unbearable sentences in his mouth, but he heard a sentence clearly.

"Your son killed my daughter."

Zhang Jiarui was pressed against the wall of the corridor by the man, and a big rough hand was grabbing his neck, making him speechless. No matter how much he pulled and beat the man in front of him who had become fierce, it was to no avail.

The middle-aged man has too much strength, so much strength that Zhang Jiarui was ready to die for a moment.

It's just that he can't bear his wife and daughter.

"I won't kill you, if I kill you, what's the difference between me and that beast?" The middle-aged man said this, and the strength in his hands was slowly decreasing.

In the end, the middle-aged man let go of his hand and sat on the ground against the wall, and the scattered grains of light in the corridor were scattered on him, looking miserable.

Zhang Jiarui touched his neck, and there was a kind of happiness in his heart for the rest of his life, and when he adjusted his mentality, he was entangled in what the middle-aged man said.

Zhang Pingen killed his daughter?

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