On the way back, Zhao Sanjiao hugged Xiao Lei and walked silently behind Ding Shujiao, never speaking, Ding Shujiao felt his displeasure.

Zhao Sanjian is not a fool, he already knows a thing or two in the words and deeds of a few people just now. Zhao Sanjian looked at Xiao Lei wrapped in a red sweater in his arms in a daze, the child's eyes were looking around, his head was turning back and forth, he seemed to be full of curiosity about everything around him, and occasionally babbled at him and said things that people couldn't understand.

Zhao Sanjian couldn't understand why Xiao Lei's appearance was so different from himself, although all kinds of ugly words filled his ears, he could also laugh with a big belly, but today, he really couldn't laugh.

Obviously, this kid is not his! It's not very nice to say, he is the top cylinder on behalf of others! He was a little sad that he finally had a child of his own, but in the end it was not his own.

Zhao Sanjian is honest, as he has been for decades, diligent, not for anything else, just to live a comfortable life.

The hot kang head of his wife and children is enough for him. He always tolerated the woman in front of him, and in the eyes of outsiders, he loved and feared her, for the simple reason that Ding Shujiao gave birth to a child.

For such a child, he was happy and worried. I found out today that I was deceived! Zhao Sanjian is a man after all.

If an ethereal, green hat is secretive to a man, a real, crying child is a nightmare of reality, and the humiliation is enough to suffocate him.

After entering the house, Zhao Sanjian put down the child, changed a long shirt for himself, ignored Ding Shujiao, and went to work alone.

The yellowish sunset poured into the room through the window, not adding the slightest warmth to the dimly lit cabin.

Xiao Lei didn't know whether he was cold or hungry, he writhed his limbs irritably on the bed, and unfortunately touched the porcelain bowl on the bedside table to the ground.

"Snap" and shattered. The sound frightened Xiao Lei, and he began

"Wow wow" crying. Zhao Sanjian just sat on the side and watched, didn't speak, and didn't rush to clean up and take care of the children as before.

Ding Shujiao didn't understand in her heart, but she didn't know why, she was getting more and more annoyed with this man.

She frowned in annoyance, walked over and picked up Xiao Lei, and gently shook it in her arms for a while before the child quieted down.

"If you have something to say, just say it!" Ding Shujiao sat down on the edge of the bed and said angrily to Zhao Sanjiao, who was silent.

Zhao Sanjian removed a pile of miscellaneous items randomly piled up on the table, leaned forward, and frowned

The word "Chuan", with his arm on the table, looked at Ding Shujiao depressedly with his hand on his cheek.

"What are you looking at me like that?" Ding Shujiao put down Xiao Lei, reached out and opened the small cloth bag on the table, and took out the contents as if nothing happened.

These are some of the items that are bought on the street today, gold brocade slippers, small enamel mirrors, clothing, necklaces.

"What a big family's Mrs. Kuo!" Zhao Sanjian said coldly. Ding Shujiao glanced at him, peeled a banana casually, and ate it by herself.

"Didn't buy anything! Just something like that, you feel distressed? ”

"Distressed? Don't feel distressed! Fate seemed to give himself an irony, Zhao San cut his lips with a wry smile, shook his head and said, "How do I know that I am distressed?" I'm a big fool! Do fools still know that they feel sorry for money? Fools don't care about anything anymore! Even his own flesh and blood are not his own, in the end, he is raising children for others and serving women for others! Tell me, will a fool still feel sorry for this money! has been poked in the back of the back and laughed off his big teeth! Actually, Zhao Sanjian is right.

From Xiao Lei's illness to today's temple experience, Ding Shujiao's performance is incredible in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Zhao Sanjian's view, it is normal.

He had already keenly sensed that this woman had changed, that she had become very strange, that she had become irrational. Ding Shujiao didn't seem to hear it, she didn't pay attention to Zhao Sanjian's words at all, and she didn't even bother to look at him, she took (this chapter is not finished, please turn the page) picked up the newly bought things, and smeared herself with red nails.

"You're in the mood!" Zhao Sanjian was on fire in his heart and snorted coldly. Outside the window, the last rays of light dimmed, and the room became even darker.

After a moment of silence, Ding Shujiao opened her mouth first, and she could hear that her words were full of anger.

"I'm in the mood! You see, we are living in this day, the walls are rough, the furniture is old, we are dressed in vulgar and tattered clothes all day long, and we don't even have a decent headdress, and I can only marry you like this, I can only work in the dark, do you think I am in a good mood? If I don't make fun of myself, I won't live the rest of my life! ”

"You hate me for being poor? Suffering with me, right? Zhao Sanjian's words poked her sore spot, she stood up, threw the dust on her body, and looked at him with a complaining look, very impatient.

"Then you say, what should I do?" Zhao Sanjian's face turned a little blue.

"Okay, I'll just ask you, who is this kid?"

"It's yours!"

"You're still lying to me!"

"I didn't lie to you!" The noise startled Xiao Lei, he cried again, Ding Shujiao rushed the rice cereal and was about to feed the child, but was snatched away by Zhao San's scissors and scolded: "Do you really treat me as a fool?" Do you think I can't see it? What is this kid like me? You are muttering to the old man of the Meng family in the temple today, do you think I don't know? Zhao Sanjian gritted his teeth, and the more he spoke, the more angry he became.

Ding Shujiao also got angry, and said in a loud voice: "You can think whatever you like!" Zhao Sanjian couldn't hold back any longer, raised his hand, got up and gave Ding Shujiao a slap.

"How dare you hit me! Good! I'm telling you, there's a price to pay for beating me! Ding Shujiao was stunned by this sudden palm, and she felt that half of her face was hot.

She really didn't expect that this old guy who had always been obedient to her would dare to beat her, and this was worth it!

Between them, there have been quarrels a few times, and it is Ding Shujiao who always has the upper hand, but this slap is the first time in the world, no!

Meng Jiagui once gave her a slap in the face, she remembered, and today, this wilted cucumber-like Zhao Sanjian actually dared to slap her.

How could she give up! So, even crying with a number, he beat Zhao Sanjian desperately, as if he had to fight with Zhao Sanjian to the death.

Zhao Sanjiao is an honest man after all, where has he ever seen such a scene, Ding Shujiao was lying on the table with her hair and crying, and the child was also crying, which made him upset, and he didn't know what to do, so he had to lean on the side of the bed with an angry face and be silent.

When the other party was tired of crying, he said slowly: "It seems that this day is impossible!" Just tell me the truth! There's no point in deceiving any longer! Zhao San saw that Ding Shujiao had a cut on her hand and was still dripping blood, so he handed over a piece of cloth and asked her to wrap it first.

However, this move did not impress Ding Shujiao in the slightest. She didn't go to her face in disgust, she didn't answer, Zhao San's slap made her feel painful, and she would hold a grudge.

She's a grudge-bearer.

"The child belongs to the Meng family?" Zhao Sanjian tried again. Ding Shujiao didn't say anything more.

"Good! If the child is from the Meng family, I will send it to the Meng family tomorrow! Seeing that Ding Shujiao didn't respond, Zhao Sanjian continued: "What? Are you reluctant? Don't pretend, you're willing! Xiao Lei is a burden to you, a drag bottle! Am I right? The child lying on the bed seemed to understand the adult's conversation and was aggrieved

"Huh" cried a few words, Zhao Sanscian took a piece of paper casually and put it in the child's hand, he instantly calmed down, put the piece of paper in his mouth, and was blocked by Zhao Sanscissors.

The piece of paper was taken away, and it was returned! The child started crying again!

"I was angry just now," Zhao Sanjian glanced at Ding Shujiao and sighed,

"The child is hungry, feed him (this chapter is not finished, please turn the page)!" Zhao Sanjian picked up the bowl with rice cereal, handed it to Ding Shujiao, glanced at the child on the bed, and said lightly,

"This is your child! Feed yourself! Ding Shujiao didn't answer, she sat quietly with her brows furrowed, looking at the dim hut, the old furnishings, thinking about the scene of her life here, thinking about her daily rough life, after serving the child, serving this annoying man, she gently touched her cheek that was still aching with her hand.

There was no comfort, no one paid attention, and the child's cry was even louder.

"This kid is hungry! Didn't you hear him crying? Seeing that Ding Shujiao never moved, Zhao Sanjiao didn't insist anymore, he added some hot water to the rice cereal, and just as he was gently blowing the hot air on the bowl with his mouth, ready to feed the child for a moment, Ding Shujiao finally spoke: "This child is indeed not yours!" Although he had been prepared, when this sentence really came out of Ding Shujiao's mouth word by word, Zhao Sanjian still couldn't stand it, and he obviously felt that his hand holding the small spoon was trembling slightly.

He paused, said nothing, and scooped the rice cereal with a small spoon into the child's mouth. The child puffed out his reddened fat little face, half-squinted eyes, and devoured it, he had been hungry for too long, and he couldn't breathe when he ate it, and some of the rice paste that had not had time to swallow was on his chin, and became a sticky piece, which was really cute and laughable to look at, and it was distressing and pitiful.

Zhao Sanjian's eyes were a little moist, this child who once filled him with joy and hope was not his own in the end!

He doubted, he just doubted! He had always thought it was just a suspicion! But now, she finally admitted!

A brief lull. After a while, the clock on the wall struck the hour.

"I guessed it a long time ago! This is the child of the Meng family? It should be! People say that he looks very much like the old man of the Meng family! I'll send it over! Are you just willing to do it? When Ding Shujiao heard this, she sat down next to the child and grabbed his little hand.

The child was now full, and he was happily sucking his fingers.

"Do you really want to send him back to the Meng family?"

"I'm going to ask you!" Zhao Sanjian returned coldly. As he spoke, the room went dark.

"Why did the lights go out all of a sudden!" Zhao Sanjian muttered softly, and in the afterglow of his eyes, he seemed to see something flashing, and something shot out two faint lights in the darkness.

The child seemed frightened and began to cry loudly. Zhao Sanjian didn't pay much attention to the light, he re-lit the oil lamp in the dark.

"As the saying goes, tiger poison does not eat children, mother and son are heartfelt, but this child... I just think that this child, you don't even want to feed milk, you can see that you treat him... Rather than this, it is better to return it to the Meng family! The master of the Meng family also happens to lack this child! You are willing! I know! On the one hand, the child is her own flesh and blood, on the other hand, he is the blood of the enemy and the source of her tragic fate, which Ding Shujiao has to do

"Hate!"

"Hmm!" It took a long time for Ding Shujiao to pop out of her mouth with such a word.

"Why did your face suddenly become so ugly?" Zhao Sanjiao was surprised to find that in the flickering light and shadow, Ding Shujiao's face seemed to be a little distorted, looking dark and hideous, which startled Zhao Sanjiao, in his puzzled gaze, Ding Shujiao lowered her head slightly, said nothing, and walked towards the inner room.

Frowning and staring at her back, Zhao Sanjian firmed up his thoughts. Zhao Sanjian never dragged his feet in things, after tossing and turning, after a night of sleepless thinking, early the next morning, he took the child out of the door, his logic is very simple, what should be his is his, not his, he doesn't want it!

His intuition told him that the boy was also suffering from the two of them. So, it's better to return it to the Meng family! (End of this chapter) the latest chapter 2 225 top cylinder website: