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In the process of Sun Tingjun's narration, my heart also felt like it was shattered.

In the truth of this accident, I actually felt a strong sense of identification with every word she spoke.

There seems to be a deviation in the old concept. After tapping my head a few times, I asked myself a question like this: Kidnapping, Sun Jianguo, and Sun's adoptive parents. Who's the one who really does evil?

In most cases of trafficking, the original sin stems from buying and selling.

Because there is a demand from buyers, some people take risks to tempt or even rob children on the street, causing a tragedy, and Sun's adoptive parents are such a root cause.

As for Sun Jianguo, he may have known that Sun Tingjun had a problem with his IQ at that time, so he chose to abandon it.

Traffickers like Zhao Fei are more direct, and they don't have any humanity to speak of for profit.

But in Nicholas Sun's case, I couldn't tell who became the original sin?

This is also the same as my family background, Cheng Lixin participated in the arrest of Zhao Qijiu, Zhao Qijiu's son Zhao Fei abducted and sold Shang Lin, and Shang Lin married me, who was Zhao Fei's sister.

Yesterday's various things have already interpreted today's reincarnation.

If I, Sun Tingjun, Shang Lin, and the three of us don't have such a complicated family relationship, maybe we can live like ordinary people now, instead of building a chaotic world for ourselves in modern society.

"I went to sleep. When you're full, rest too. ”

Just as I was deep in thought, Sun Tingjun suddenly stood up.

By the time I looked up, he was already holding on to the handrail and going upstairs.

When I walked halfway up the stairs, Sun Tingjun looked back at me again, and said as if he was saying something to me: "Cheng Yishu, the idea of finishing Sun Jianguo has been buried in my heart for many years. ”

I suddenly felt a pity for Sun Tingjun.

I used to wish he was dead, but now I really feel that he is not so unbearable. His obsession does not come from hatred, but because of love that he can't let go.

He loves his adoptive parents and refuses to accept the little happiness that has been ruined by Sun Jianguo's cruelty.

Poor Sun Tingjun is still too tender, otherwise he would not have fallen into Shang Lin's trap so easily, and he would have included Chen Qiang and them in his command without any vigilance. If Shang Lin hadn't manipulated him behind the scenes, how big a dung ball could Sun Tingjun roll out of a 'shell lang' who is strong on the outside and dry in the middle? In my opinion, he may not be as good as that fake gentleman Huo Youshen.

All kinds of complex grievances have long been not solved by winning or losing in the mall, and they can't be finished without shedding a lot of blood.

I was silent for about five minutes with a deep frown, then got up from my chair and prepared to go upstairs to rest.

When passing by a guest room, the door was ajar.

Through a gap of more than ten centimeters, I saw Sun Tingjun sitting on the edge of Shen Fang's bed, seemingly staring at this drunk woman very intently, because the footsteps were not light when he went upstairs, but he didn't notice it at all.

I knocked on the door a few times, then pushed it open and asked, "Hey, where do I stay?" ”

Sun Tingjun came back to his senses, and when he saw me, he stood up, as if he had been relieved from the sadness of the conversation just now, and said to me with a smile and two tiger teeth: "You can sleep in whichever room you want, you can sleep in my room." ”

He inadvertently revealed that he had no intention of sharing a room with Shen Fang. It is said that men are lower body animals, but Sun Tingjun does not seem to be the case in this regard. If he just found a woman to vent and didn't talk about his feelings, for a son-in-law like him, Shen Fang's current appearance was enough, but he didn't exercise the rights that he could have exercised. Is it really just because of annoyance?

Perhaps his character is far better than what his appearance shows.

But for Sun Tingjun's ridicule, I still made an extremely disdainful sound in my nose, turned around, casually pushed open a vacant room, and rushed into bed without even taking a shower.

The mental tiredness was so heavy that I closed my eyes and tried to empty myself.

But it didn't take long for the door to be pushed open, and I opened my eyes suddenly, and Sun Tingjun was stunned when he saw me, and leaned against a wall and said, "Do you really sleep in my room?" How? Want to get along with me? ”

Seriously, there was a sudden rush of heat.

Because I think it's kind of embarrassing.

Looking around, there was no information that could suggest to me that this was Sun Tingjun's room.

I leaned back on the bed and frowned: "You let me sleep in that room, hell knows this room is yours." ”

At that time, Sun Tingjun asked me to go to the bathroom downstairs to wipe my face, and by the way, I tied my fluffy and messy hair again, and the stains on my clothes were also sprayed with foreign products, and then wiped with a special white cloth It was very clean, so I didn't go up to the second floor at all, how would I know that this room would be Sun Tingjun's.

After hearing this, Sun Tingjun straightened up and walked to the wardrobe, suddenly opened the wardrobe and pointed in: "See?" It's all my clothes! ”

I poked my head out, and my face was burning hot.

But I'm sure I'm not going to run away like that, because it's going to be too shameless. Still dying, he said: "I'm not a thief, as soon as I enter the door, I will turn over people's cabinets." You look at the room yourself, if you don't look at the closet, the devil knows it's your room. ”

In fact, I had already gotten out of bed while I was talking, but when my feet were still wearing slippers, I heard Sun Tingjun reply to me: "When I first entered Sun's house, I was taken a lot of group photos." Forced me to place it in a prominent place in the room. But I found that every time I saw Sun Jianguo's face, I would wake up from a dream. I didn't want to take it anymore, so I tore up all the photos. I myself have lost the habit of taking pictures, and when I face the camera, I will remember that when Sun Jianguo stood next to me and said to me, Xiaoting, you smile, laugh! After a pause, Sun Tingjun's eyes raised and smiled bitterly: "Do you know Cheng Yishu?" I can't laugh! ”

I've almost forgotten that I'm wearing slippers, and tonight's Sun Tingjun has given me too many surprises.

He walked towards me, suddenly bent down, smiled and said, "Not going yet?" It's okay to stay. ”

Sun Tingjun's breath sprayed on my face, and I reached out and grabbed his belt with a force, threw him onto the bed, and then patted my ass and left.

I went out and found the room, remembered my luggage and went downstairs to get it.

When he went upstairs again, his feet stopped in front of Shen Fang's room.

I pushed the door open and went in to find Shen Fang's bedside table with a glass of warm water, which I hadn't had when I first passed by.

In fact, Sun Tingjun is quite careful in some aspects, and he probably knows that when a drunk person wakes up, the first thing he does is to find water to drink.

Shen Fang slept very deeply, and the temperature of the air conditioner was a little low, so I turned it up a little before leaving.

This night, the words about Sun Tingjun swirled in my head over and over again, causing me to even dream of him in my dreams.

The next afternoon, I casually found a gas head and slipped out, and instead of returning within ten minutes as originally said, I took a taxi directly to the bank and stuffed the card Zhao Fei gave me into the ATM.

Following the password behind the card face, I successfully opened the card system, and after making sure that a long string of numbers appeared on the screen, I changed the password. Just in case, I didn't transfer the money to my name, but found Zhao Fei instead. I made an appointment with this brother who I hadn't met deeply.

Zhao Fei told me that he still had something on his hands and asked me to meet at ten o'clock in a private room in a large entertainment city.

I ordered a few dishes at a small restaurant near the entertainment city early, and ordered a bottle of wine, grinding time minute by minute.

From yesterday to today, Shang Lin has actually sent me many text messages. But he didn't want to communicate with me in a concerned tone, but used the transfer of the driving school as an excuse to ask me where I was, and then urged me to break up with him sooner. But in the middle, a few more photos were sent to me, and it was Qiao Shiyi, who went to the villa after treating her wounds, and she stayed in the guest room.

I firmly believe that Ah Lin's heart is struggling more now, and he wants me to avoid the limelight first, and I don't want me to change my mind from now on, so that he is like a fool and constantly contradicts himself in text messages.

In the process of waiting for Zhao Fei, I was really bored waiting, and just as Ah Lin's text message came in again, I replied teasingly: I'm annoyed, the driving school is mine, whether I sell it or not, whether I turn it around or not. It's you, when are you free, let's get the divorce certificate.

After texting, I put my phone on the table and continued to drink and eat in a leisurely manner.

Five minutes later, the message bell rang.

I picked it up and looked at it, and the anxiety of a line about to cross the screen made me laugh.

The text message goes like this: I'm not available! Get away from yourself! I won't tell you, add blockage!

The guests around me probably thought I was a psychopath, and I laughed like a convulsive after eating. But I really can't help it, my mind is full of Shang Lin walking around at home at this time, anxious to get angry.

I didn't reply to the text, but after about ten minutes, another message rang.

When I picked up my phone again, I almost felt like I was hallucinating.

It's still business.

It was Shang Lin who told me not to text anymore.

This time, the text message is: Where are you now? Shall I pick you up? Cheng Yishu, it's fake to call you out. I haven't closed my eyes until last night, I miss you!

This text message made me difficult again.

Naturally, I want to go back, as the rightful hostess of the villa, how can I let that woman run rampant for too long, but even if I will go back, it will not be today.

I have more important things to do today.

Later, Shang Lin should have really couldn't sit still, and the phone calls flew to my phone one after another.

I raised my hand and looked at the table below, but the time for an appointment with Zhao Fei was almost up.

So I simply turned off my phone so as not to disturb me.

Half an hour later, I wiped out a few dishes and a bottle of wine, paid the bill and went to the place where I made an appointment with Zhao Fei.

Actually, I was twenty minutes late when I arrived.

Pushing open the door of a private room, the eardrums exploded instantly.

On the long table where the wine was placed, five or six hot women were writhing their water snake waists wantonly, and the volume of dance music was extremely loud, and there were only two men sitting on the sofa, one was Zhao Fei with a shallow beard, and the other was Huo Youshen in a Seiko suit.

When Zhao Fei saw me, he picked up the microphone and roared roughly: "Stop the music!" "Anyway, as if showing authority, he directly smashed the microphone in his hand hard at a girl who was standing on the table and dancing!

With an "ah" sound, the girl who was hit fell directly off the table, and plunged headlong into the sharp edge of the LCD TV, and immediately blood flowed.