Zhuang Zhuang and immature shouted, my heart suddenly rose, my Zhuang Zhuang is really naïve, without him as a good father, how can I be hurt.

I didn't dare to look at Zhan Yunting, and I didn't want to look at it.

Stretched out his hand and gently wiped the sweat on his head, "Is the baby well-behaved today?" Didn't upset grandma? ”

"No, the baby is very well-behaved! Grandma is fine! Play with Zhuangzhuang! Zhuang Zhuang looked at me, his small mouth kept talking, his big eyes watery, "Mom, are you in pain?" ”

"It doesn't hurt!" I said lightly, I wanted to tell him that his heart hurts, but what does he know?

"Mom, come on, let Dad blow it!" He took my other hand like a little yak.

I was dragged to my knees on the grass while I was squatting, and I snorted softly.

Zhan Yunting strode over tighter, reaching out to pick me up.

I dodged his hand and said detachedly, "Thank you!" ”

Zhuang Zhuang looked at me and commanded Zhan Yunting, "Dad hug, mom falls!" ”

I took off Zhuangzhuang's hand and climbed up on the ground, Zhan Yunting stretched out his hand, grabbed my waist, and supported me.

"What did the doctor say? A few stitches! He asked, looking at my bandaged hand.

Zhan Yunting's tone was very light, as if he was very concerned.

I lowered my eyelids and didn't answer him, I really didn't know how to answer, I felt that he shouldn't have asked at all, maybe it would be better.

Zhuang Zhuang took Zhan Yunting's hand, "Dad, you blow it to Mom!" Mom doesn't hurt! ”

Zhan Yunting hurriedly did so, reached out to pull my hand, and I shrank it away, "If you are a child, don't care!" It doesn't hurt anymore! ”

I looked down at Zhuang Zhuang, "Isn't it so hot, so it's good to go in!" ”

"Good!" Zhuang Zhuang nodded very obediently and pulled Zhan Yunting, "Dad go in!" Mom worked hard! I can't play anymore when I'm injured, so I have to accompany my mother! ”

Zhan Yunting stretched out his hand and rubbed his strong head, "Okay, listen to my son!" Accompany Mom! ”

I was the first to go inside, and I didn't even get my bag back, because I just wanted to go downstairs for a meal, and I was scarred by myself.

I went back to my room, changed into a lounge coat with great difficulty, went into the bathroom, and gently washed my hands before coming out.

Zhan Yunting stood next to the bathroom, startling me.

"Tell me, how many stitches?" He asked, staring at my hand.

"8 stitches!" I said calmly.

"I'm going there just to stop the situation from going any further, I ......" he seemed to explain his appearance at the restaurant today.

"I didn't think much of it, you did it right! There is nothing wrong with protecting your fiancée! I interrupted him mercilessly, in a flat but sarcastic tone.

Then I wanted to go out, I didn't want to be alone in a room with him, I felt depressed.

He grabbed my right hand and pulled me back, and with a bit of force he used, I flashed backwards and fell into his upper arm.

"Don't treat me like that!" He looked at me angrily.

I smiled, "Ting Shao, I need to adapt slowly!" You too! ”

"You are very comfortable with Cheng Siyuan, you have been smiling so happily all afternoon, you can't see the pain you should have after being injured!" Zhan Yunting crusaded at me, and there was a bitter hoarseness in his voice.

I looked at him, "You're following me?" ”

"You're thinking too much!"

He pushed me, I stood up and looked at him, he could hurt every word.

"Yes! It's true that I'm thinking too much, how can I waste precious time for an irrelevant person! ”

I looked at his handsome face, and felt so far away, "This afternoon, I am indeed very happy, and besides, I have never been relaxed in a long time!" I forgot the pain, I forgot the suffering! Forget about the torture! ”

"Torture?" He interrupted me, "You mean that life in the Dragon Garden is torture for you?" ”

"Yes, that's right, I've never been really happy for a day when I entered this courtyard, and here for me, I've suffered a lot, and I've lost all my self!" I looked at him with a smile, "What Cheng Siyuan gave me was sunshine and equality!" ”

"You say it again?" Zhan Yunting instantly showed a furious expression.

"Cheng Siyuan, give-me-is-sunshine-and-equality!" I said it to him again, word for word!

He brought it back to me again, I protected my injured hand, and looked at him neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Ting Shao, no matter how domineering you are, you don't have to be powerful with a woman like me." ”

Zhan Yunting stood in place, looking at me with deep eyes, as if a trace of injury flashed, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, and asked me, "What do you want to say?" ”

"I don't want to say anything, and I don't have the qualifications to say what I Tan Xiaoyue said! I just hope that you will give our mother and son a way to live! ”

"Tan Xiaoyue, don't think about the problem with your thinking, I just need you to stay here honestly and wait for the answer I give you!" His face grew darker and darker.

"I only trust my own eyes! What I see is the answer! Don't wait! ”

"Stupid, what you see is the answer? What if I told you that what you see is wrong? Zhan Yunting was a little uneasy.

"All I know is that she's hurting me every step of the way! I'm physically and mentally exhausted, scarred, and you ignore it every time, what do you make me believe? I looked into his gaze and saw a hint of guilt in his eyes.

"You're still getting ready for your bride! But please let go of your hand and let me go with my son before that date! ”

I said it plainly, and I broke free from his grip and turned away.

Only then did I think that I originally wanted to get the spice essence back, but today's episode has long been forgotten.

It looks like I have to go to the company tomorrow and I don't have much time to waste.

Zhan Yunting didn't even mean to go out this night, I had to hide back in my room, I didn't want to live with him, I looked at my phone, looked at those hot searches, there was no meaning of disappearing, and I kept 'breaking the news'.

But it's strange, there are no photos and videos of my conflict with Zhao Bingqian today, which makes me strange, Cheng Siyuan said that he felt the restaurant when he saw the WeChat headlines, so why can't I find it on the Internet?

Could it be that someone erased that?

Want to defend Zhao Bingqian?

Of course, it is certainly not to defend me, and if it does, it will not allow the criticism of me to get worse and worse.

In an instant, my heart sank to the bottom of the lake.

I chuckled, and an unquenchable bitterness came over me, and I leaned back on the soft couch and curled up to hug myself, as if I was trapped in a swamp, not daring to move, and if I moved, it would hasten my 'death'.

I can't take him with me, but I can't keep him here.

I searched for a way to get out, but I didn't.

And there are many mysteries that I can't solve, in fact, in the final analysis, it is still the same old question, that is, what happened to that birthday party 3 years ago? Who is the classmate who broke the news now?

Because judging from the pictures, it is indeed a picture that only my classmates can collect.

I only went to the bar once, or was it with a lot of classmates, who took the photos at the birthday party that night?

And is that Jin Yanan an an is an accident? Why was no one able to reach her? She became a mystery.

Why did someone explode DNA at this time, and what was the purpose?

When the person calmed down, the pain in his hand deepened, and the pain from the palm of his hand made me a little unbearable, so I had to change my position, lean on the soft couch, and put my hand on my lower abdomen to cushion it higher, which seemed to reduce the pain, and I didn't know if Zhuang Zhuang slept or not, and I didn't bother to get up to see.

The room was getting darker and darker, and I didn't bother to turn on the lights.

The door was gently pushed open, Zhan Yunting walked in, I couldn't see his expression in the dark, I didn't want to communicate with him, closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

He walked in, standing on the edge of the couch, and I could feel him watching me, and I tried to restrain my breathing.

He was standing in the dark, looking at me half-lying on the soft couch, and suddenly, he sat down beside me, and gently picked up my injured hand, and I was startled, and felt his soft lips, and gently kissed my hand.

A line of tears immediately flowed down the corners of my eyes, and I hated my own sentimentality.

"I'm sorry!" He whispered, "That's not what I intended!" ”

His warm fingers gently touched the wrist of my injured hand, very soft, very soft.

But I remembered the hand he put on Zhao Bingqian's waist, and I suddenly felt cold.

I instinctively struggled slightly, and he was stunned, maybe he thought I was asleep.

Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the silence, it was mine.