Nested in the villa all day.

The hearts of Murong's family were tired, and then they played games for an afternoon.

At six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, Zhengqing went out in a suit during the day, walking in the wind and snow.

At that time, I was thinking about what Zhengqing would have been like without Murong Qing in the past ten years.

It was a loneliness I didn't understand, but it was a loneliness that frightened me......

I stayed alone in the villa and ate some snacks, and the eyes of those people in my family were extremely uncomfortable, so I didn't go to join in the fun.

However, after that, I preferred to go myself......

The red carpet runs from the main gate to the villa in the compound.

The banquet was full of lights, and the men and women in the center of the dance floor had flattering smiles on their faces. Glass after glass of wine was handed to the head of the family, Murong Pei, some were blocked by his brothers, some were politely refused, and some Murong Pei took it boldly.

The head of the Murong family, who is in his forties, has an extraordinary bearing, not only is he not a fat head and big ears, but he has a slender figure and a strong step. There is quite a chivalrous style, a heroic posture.

Murong Zhengqing sat in a dim corner, looking at the familiar scene but not seeing the familiar person, the Murong family no longer cared about anything.

The liquor was poured into his stomach like water.

The transparent liquid flowed down his chin and down his neck into the black shirt, which was sexy and charming.

The person sitting in the distance looked at this side with blazing eyes - this man was much better than he imagined, even if he was not taken seriously, it was also from the Murong family.

After a few bottles of wine, my head became groggy, the people around me were blurry, and the music made people upset.

He staggered to his feet, picked up his blazer on one side, and staggered out of the banquet.

The man in the distance breathed and followed him away.

With a splitting headache, he walked forward in no direction.

Suddenly, a hand held him, and he tilted his head to look at it, but he couldn't see clearly, so he followed the force......

Last night, Zhengqing didn't return all night, and it wasn't until ten o'clock the next day that he entered the door with a dark face.

He wore only a black shirt on his upper body, which was crumpled and several buttons were misplaced.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked gloomy and terrifying.

He hurried upstairs as he walked past me without even lifting his eyelids, and then the sound of water came from the bathroom.

I'd never seen him so embarrassed, so I went upstairs and waited outside the bathroom.

Zhengqing stayed in the bathroom for nearly two hours, and when he came out with a bath towel around, his body was rubbed red, and in some places there was bruising.

My hand shook and I handed him the bathrobe: "Zhengqing, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I want to be alone."

He took the towel and was about to leave, when there was a commotion from downstairs.

"Murong Zhengqing, get out of here! You shameless thing! ”

It was a deep male voice, and the tone was harsh and even hateful.

Hearing the clamor from downstairs, Zhengqing's face sank, and he tore off the bath towel and put on the bathrobe and went downstairs.

A group of people stood downstairs, led by the elders of the family, a woman with disheveled hair and rags, and a middle-aged man with a big beer belly.

The middle-aged man was holding the woman, and the two looked like father and daughter.

The faces of those who followed were gloating and curious.

Zhengqing had just stepped down the last staircase when Murong Pei rushed up and slapped him in the face.

This slap caught him off guard, Zhengqing's face was deflected, and five fingers were clearly imprinted on his face.

Zhengqing put his tongue on the top of his cheeks, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and swept his eyes like a cold knife over Murong Pei and the father and daughter.

The middle-aged man's legs trembled when he was seen, but he still straightened his chin, leaning on Murong Pei's presence, staring at Zhengqing with a fierce gaze: "You brute!" Is that all there is to it for ruining my daughter? What did you take my daughter for! ”

"Whore!" Zhengqing sneered.

"You !!" Manly trembling.

Murong Pei raised his hand and wanted to slap Zhengqing again, but Zhengqing avoided it unhurriedly.

He looked at the middle-aged man with a mocking face: "What is not a prostitute?" She climbed the bed and still wanted to find me to set up a chastity archway? I, Murong Zhengqing, am not so great!

How do you want me to be responsible, marry her? Let the young master of the Murong family marry a prostitute?

This kind of thing, who knows I'm the first man in her, I don't want to get AIDS.

I'm curious, why did the head of the Murong family invite prostitutes to make up the numbers? ”

"Murong Zhengqing! What about your upbringing!! Is this what someone from the Murong family can say?! Murong Pei's face turned blue with anger, "What a prostitute!" You leave me some virtue! Xiaodie is the young lady of the Zhang family! She doesn't deserve you at all! You spoil others and are reasonable?! ”

"Huh! Xiaodie? The flower name of the green building, right? What Miss Zhang? Would a famous lady do such a thing? At most, it's just Zhang Jinquan's illegitimate daughter, right? What kind of mother there is, what kind of daughter there is. It's a pity that I don't like prostitutes!

The head of the Murong family wants me to marry this prostitute so much, could it be that the master mother is also on the throne like this? ”

Zhengqing didn't put the Zhang family's father and daughter and Murong Pei in his eyes at all, and even with Murong Pei, his face was beaten.

What is Poisonous Tongue? This is the poisonous tongue.

"You brute! How can such a thing be said?! That's your mother! I am your father! You unfaithful, unfilial, unkind, unrighteous thing! ”

It's okay not to mention this stubble, but when I mention it, Zhengqing's whole person is frozen.

"Mother? What mother? A bullshit mother who didn't care about me when she gave birth? Seeing my mother who can't even give up a look?

And the head of the Murong family, you say I am your son? How old is your son? When is your son's birthday? Has your son eaten at the same table as you?

What bullshit parents? Do I owe you anything? ”

Murong Pei couldn't answer a sentence when he was blocked, so he could only stretch out his hand and point at Zhengqing in the air: "Okay, good!" Good you rebel! If you are not responsible for Xiaodie today, you will not enter the door of my Murong family again! The Murong family does not have an irresponsible man like you! ”

"Huh! You think I'm rare? Marrying a prostitute, do you know how many cuckolds you have to wear on your head? If you want to get married, go to the squatting platform, presumably there are many people there who will be willing to marry Miss Zhang's family! ”

"You rebel! Get lost! Get lost! Get out of here! My Murong family has never had such a person since then! ”

Murong Qi on the side of "Xiao Zheng ......" wanted to persuade him, but Murong Pei held him down, "Don't care about this rebel!" ”

I don't know who is right and who is wrong, I only know that Zhengqing is my friend, and the people of the Murong family don't like him, and I feel sorry for him.

Seeing Zhengqing walking slowly towards the door with his straight back, I grabbed the woolen coat from the hanger and followed him in three steps, draping the coat over him.

At this time, the woman who had been silent shook off the middle-aged man's support, rushed up and hugged Zhengqing from behind, tears falling from her eyes: "I'm sorry!" I'm sorry! I don't have any other men, you're my first man! Sorry ......"

Zhengqing stopped, pulled away the woman's fingers one by one, turned around and pushed the woman away unceremoniously, and let him fall to the ground.

The coat fell to the ground because of Zhengqing's large movements, I bent down to pick it up, but he grabbed it, and he looked at me and coldly spit out a word: "dirty."

I let him pull me away from Murong Ben's house.

He was cleansed out of the house, leaving nothing on him but a snow-white bathrobe.

The streets were full of snowflakes.

Walking to the trash can, he took off his shoes and stepped barefoot on the snow. He's going to throw his slippers in the trash.

"Zhengqing!" I took his hand, "Let's throw it later!" Throw it again later! I beg you! Don't hurt yourself, okay? ”

He paused, still stubbornly throwing his slippers into the trash.

I should have beaten him, but I cried.

I took off my coat and put it on him, and he looked blank.

"Let's go back to the suburbs."

Saying that I was about to stop a taxi, he held my outstretched hand: "I don't want to go back, where is not my home, I am not the young master of the Murong family now."

"Zhengqing ......"

"Let's go to the hospital, let's open the hospital."