062 How can you heal the scar and forget the pain
After speaking, Zhang Jingchi pulled me to make a gesture and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, the old witch sneered and quickly said, "Seriously? The last time you were serious, you were turned upside down and you were expelled from school, you didn't even touch a finger of that woman, you were pointed at everywhere that you were a rapist, and she stood up to help you say half a word of justice? In the end, she didn't fly to Canada to continue her graduate studies. Your seriousness comes at a price, why are you not at all like my Xu Yanfang's son in this aspect, how can you heal the scar and forget the pain? ”
I don't know if it's an illusion, I felt Zhang Jingchi's body tremble slightly, his face was even colder when he reached out to hold Feng Wenke's wound in the hospital that day, he glanced at the old witch lightly, and seemed to squeeze two words from between his teeth: "That's my business, you can't care." I'm a man and I know what I should and shouldn't do. ”
seemed to know that he had grasped Zhang Jingchi's weakness, and the old witch's voice was suddenly lowered: "Even if you hate me, hate me so much that I want to die or live, I am still your mother!" There's no way I'm going to watch you fall in the same place twice! I can help you find any kind of woman you want, and you can't go to those who are not uneducated and messy yourself! The woman you are holding now, I know all her details, she has a bad reputation in her hometown, her brother has been in prison, and she has hooked up with Feng Wenke, not to mention that such a woman will be your girlfriend, I don't think she is qualified enough to lift your shoes! ”
Snorting slightly, Zhang Jingchi took a while before saying, "I know very well how Li Cheng is, and I agree with her character." As for you, I regret that this son in front of you will not be able to listen to you anymore. Don't you have a son out there? Teach him well, try to teach him to be an obedient pet dog, and wait until the day you let him go east and he dare not go west, you will succeed, you have succeeded in adding a marionette pet dog. Also, I won't be going home for dinner at the end of this month, so tell your grandfather yourself, and I'll go back to see him when you're not at home one day. ”
After finishing these words, Zhang Jingchi immediately pulled me and walked outside.
Zhou Xian called him several times in the back, but he didn't hear it, he walked faster and faster, his legs were longer than mine, I couldn't keep up with his footsteps, I wasn't familiar with him to the point where I couldn't keep up with your footsteps if I could say Zhang Jingchi your uncle, so I had to whisper: "I can't walk so fast." ”
I don't know if I said it too quietly, or Zhang Jingchi was distracted and didn't hear it, anyway, I was dragged by him and staggered behind, he grabbed my wrist and squeezed it too hard, and the pain spread from shallow to deep, but I knew that he was in a terrible mood now, and finally tried to keep up with him without saying a word.
Zhang Jingchi stopped a car on the side of the road, and after we all got into the car, he said, "Galaxy International." ”
After he finished speaking, he reached over and grabbed my hand again, and said, "Go to my house, I'll cook for you, it's time for dinner anyway." I'll send you home later. ”
I covered the red marks on my sleeve from the place where he had scratched them, and I was a little skeptical of his words: "You know how to cook?" ”
Zhang Jingchi seemed to be in a good mood, he put on a look of course Uncle Ben is very powerful, you worship it, he took out his mobile phone and didn't know who to call, and asked the other party to help him drive the car back to the garage.
I was bored, and suddenly remembered what the old witch had said.
From her words, and from what Chen Liang told me before, I probably pieced together the whole thing, and I seemed to see the young and wishful thinking Zhang Jingchi, like the wishful thinking me that year.
I suddenly had mixed feelings, and what came to me was not the bitterness of his love for others, but the bitterness of his wishful thinking.