The drunk Zhao Soft Rice and Long Buju were moved home by their respective wives, and they didn't know what kind of Shura field was waiting for them.

Zhao Jing didn't know what the battle situation of Long Bu's family was, and he didn't know what he did when he was drunk, anyway, after he woke up, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Zhao Feiyan was still like a virtuous wife, silently cleaning up the remnants of his stomach that he had vomited all over, and then feeding him hangover soup.

Zhao Jing looked at the new clothes he had changed, touched his wet hair, and knew that Sister Yan had even helped him wash in the bath.

went downstairs, Zhao Huixin didn't scold him, just tied an apron and was busy with dinner.

This made Zhao Jing, who was already ready to be scolded, a little disappointed.

Zhao Jing walked over and saw a tiger drinking tea alone,

"Dad!"

Meng Hu shook his head, with a look of disappointment on his face, and ignored him no more.

Zhao Jing turned to Zhao Yuan and the black cat, looking for some sense of existence.

Zhao Yuan squatted in the yard playing with cats, a large group, black cats, white cats, orange cats, gray cats, all kinds of cats.

She held a bag of small dried fish in her hand, and under the resentful gaze of the black cat, she generously divided one cat at a time.

Then the cats looked at her with a feverish look.

If the black cat is the boss of the cat gang, then Zhao Yuan deserves to be the eldest sister of the cat gang.

Zhao Jing walked over and patted Zhao Yuan's little shoulder.

Zhao Yuan's little nose sniffed, didn't look back, and continued to tease the cat: "Dad stinks to death, Dad still scolds Mom, I don't play with Dad anymore." ”

Zhao Jing grabbed his collar and sniffed it, as if it was really a smell of wine.

Somewhat helplessly, he turned his head and walked over to the little monk who was knocking on the wooden fish on the Coke bottle.

"How's your excess?"

"Not how?"

“……”

The little monk was unusual, and the image of kindness and kindness no longer existed, and he scolded him a little angrily.

Zhao Jing remembered that the little monk was so angry that even the Buddha dared to fight, and then looked at the red brick that the little monk put on the futon, and suddenly felt a little relieved.

Zhao Jing shook his head, and then walked towards the door.

He needed to find a place to be quiet, he had no idea what he had just done when he was drunk.

But he was now sure that he had done something very, very wrong that had caused everyone to isolate him.

Walking out of the door, Zhuang Yan hurriedly came back with a few bags of things, and it could be seen that she had just gone to buy vegetables.

Zhao Jing took Zhuang Yan's hand and asked suspiciously, "Sister Zhuang, what did I do when I was drunk?" ”

Zhuang Yan looked at Zhao Jing, her face, who had always been kind and cowardly, turned fierce, she shook off Zhao Jing's hand and ran into the house.

It's really bad to be isolated, especially by the people around you.

Just as he was about to step out, Zhao Feiyan's voice came from behind him.

"Wait!"

Zhao Jing stopped and looked back at her.

Zhao Feiyan shoved his phone into his hand, then turned back without saying a word.

Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Feiyan's back, and a sense of guilt inexplicably rose in his heart, he covered his heart, feeling that there was a thorn in that position.

Zhao Jing walked out in despair, and just saw the gate opposite, and Long Buju was also walking out of it.

Long Buju, who was depressed, saw Zhao Ruanhan, who seemed to be worse than himself, so he ran over and patted Zhao Jing's shoulder,

"Alas, the same is the end of the world."

"Your sister's ......"

Zhao Jing scolded and took out his cigarette directly from Boss Long's suit pocket.

Well, China.

What a low-grade cigarette!

Boss Long's cigarettes are so bad!

He usually gathers with that group of gentlemen, and all he smokes is big gold bricks, Liqun.

Now that he was in a bad mood, Zhao Jing didn't bother to pay attention to why Boss Long was so diligent and thrifty, so he lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, put his hands in his pockets and walked out.

He didn't mean to light a cigarette for Boss Long at all, and he actually put the cigarette and lighter in his pocket, without the slightest intention of returning it.

The corners of Boss Long's mouth twitched, but he also found that Zhao Ruanfan didn't seem to be in a good state today, so he didn't continue to care, and then kept following him to suck second-hand.

Maybe it's because people with the same disease are attracted to each other, Long Buju is like an idiot, he has been following Zhao Ruanfan, and the two of them walked silently like this.

Walking and walking, in front of his smoky eyes, Zhao Jing felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The cigarette that Long Bu raised, he didn't ask, he just took it. It's weird.

Although Zhao Jing is not a polite and humble son, he will not be so rude.

Then, Zhao Jing felt that his mood had changed, and the depression of being isolated by his family was like being swallowed by a weak seaweed by a huge wave.

Then, Zhao Jing felt that he had become very excited, so he laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha!"

There are not many people in this villa area, but it does not mean that there are no people, and there are also many wealthy and free people who like to go out for a walk and walk their dogs after dinner.

Several passers-by looked at Zhao Jing, who was standing in the middle of the road laughing wildly, as if they were looking at a fool.

Boss Long stayed away from Zhao Jing, for fear that others would know that he knew this fool, and now, he really felt that Zhao Jing was like a retard.

Boss Long sympathized with Zhao Jing very much, and also had a deeper fear of Zhao Feiyan. The two of them also crawled out of the Shura field, he was just a little unhappy, but Zhao Jing was the same as Shi Lezhi.

What a cruel torture this child must have been.

Not far behind them, the little monk who had been secretly following Zhao Jing revealed his figure from behind a tree.

He looked at Zhao Jing, who was laughing, and his brows furrowed deeply.

——

"You damn stinking bitch!"

"What kind of face, am I not right? I've been trying to pump you for a long time! ”

"Also, don't worry about your dead ghost mother every day, aren't you tired of wearing a mask all day?"

Zhao Feiyan's biological mother died before Zhao Jing was picked up by his father-in-law Zhao Qingshan in the orphanage.

The cause is cancer.

It was from that time on, that Zhao Feiyan's whole person became extremely difficult to get along with, and it was basically difficult for outsiders to touch her life.

The cigarette that Zhao Jing was holding fell to the ground, and the words just now flashed in his mind.

Covering his head, Zhao Jing found that he was drunk, with an indifferent face, looking at Zhao Feiyan who was lying on the ground and covering his stomach.

It was he who kicked Sister Yan down.

"Ahh

Zhao Jing held his head, his pupils turned golden, and then the whole person ran forward at a terrifying speed as if he was uncontrollable.

The little monk stepped on his feet and chased towards Zhao Jing with all his might.

A rich man walking on the side of the road, a little girl stared wide-eyed and pointed to the place where Zhao Jing and the little monk were speeding past just now,

"Mom, there were just two supermen!"

A woman picked up the little girl, slapped her on the buttocks, and said, "Nonsense, where is there any superman?" ”

Little girl: "......"

Boss Long was a little messy.

Although they were very fast just now, he could barely recognize that the figure that flashed behind him was the little monk who had cultivated profoundly.

And Zhao Jing's situation looks like he has gone mad.