He was furious and threatened, "If you dare, I'll kill that man!" Kill your whole family! He kicked over the stool, "You can go and try it!" ”

Cheng Jue's hand holding the scissors trembled, and she paused and stabbed the tip of the knife into her neck without hesitation. She was not at the mercy of his threats, and even gave up on her family and lovers, just asking for death.

Gong Zeng's heart jumped, and he immediately pounced, and the tip of the knife still cut a deep wound, and blood gushed out.

"You're a demon." She scolded him, "You don't have to die well!" ”

Many people talk about him like this, and Gong Zeng doesn't feel anything after hearing it too much. From her mouth, he heard it very harshly, even though he had heard it ten thousand times harder.

Cheng Jue's voice was not very good later, and her voice was no longer the beautiful big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, small and low, and she couldn't hear what she said if she didn't get closer.

Gong Zeng felt that he and her would be like this. He restrained her everywhere, feeling more and more bored. married a stunningly beautiful lady, but there was no place for him in his heart.

He stood in the lonely mansion and looked at a persimmon tree that had lost its leaves, orange and red like lanterns. Autumn is crisp, his little wives are flying kites in the backyard, and the crisp laughter makes him have a headache. He thought the birds and finches he had raised had better calls.

He found a stone and sat down, fumbled into his coat pocket, and pulled out a box of unopened cigarettes. He smelled, not familiar, a little choking. Gong Zeng was tired and wanted to do something for recreation, so he picked a stone and laid a ripe persimmon.

He pinched the round and cool little thing, dug it and ate it, so astringent that he immediately spit it out.

The palace family is not even a good thing for persimmon trees.

He wiped his fingers clean and squinted at the door of the old Zeng Xuanhe's mansion. It's so boring to sit in the position of the head of the family for so many years.

The days passed like this, silently, Gong Zeng really felt that he was old.

On this day, there was finally a happy event in the house, and he had two more sons. Cheng Jue has been snubbed by him for a long time, but recently one of his favorite aunts was so powerful that she gave birth to a big fat doll. The people in the house were happy to see his face, and he really went to the backyard to pick up the little doll, and stayed for dinner.

The fact is that he wants to go to see Cheng Jue, he can't remember exactly when the last time he saw her, and she never cared, it was too late to hate, he would beat him once he came.

I didn't beat him out this time. She was exhausted after giving birth, and she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. Gong Zeng hugged the infant child by the bedside and looked greedily at her sleeping face, thinking that it was so beautiful that she was so quiet, and she would not see the deep-seated hatred in her eyes, nor would she see her look of resistance and disgust.

The little doll in swaddling clothes was held by him, not at all comfortable, and cried as soon as he woke up. Gong Zeng didn't have time to care about him, in his eyes, these little cubs all looked the same. He looked down and looked at it carefully, as if it was better looking than the little thing just now, with clear eyebrows.

The child's cry woke up Cheng Jue, who had just become a mother. In the middle of the night, when she saw Miyazeng pestle in front of her bed, she was startled, and her face quickly became ugly.

"What are you going to do?" She asked, indifferent and resistant.