Coming to the door of the rental house, Zhao Fan obviously hesitated when he took out the key from his pocket, and after opening the door lock, he turned back to Nan Sheng and said, "Mom, you go back to take care of your brother, I will apply the medicine myself." ”

"Can't Mom go in?"

"No, it's me who can take care of myself."

"It's okay, mom doesn't mess with your dad's things, mom just wants to see how you've been living here during this time."

"It's good." Zhao Fan said and pushed open the door and walked in, Nan Sheng followed, and saw the clothes hanging on the balcony at a glance.

When he went up to the balcony, Nan Sheng saw the situation in the toilet, and the fire in his heart rushed up.

"Zhao Fan, you tell your mother, does Juli live here during this time?"

Zhao Fan looked up at Nan Sheng and didn't say anything.

"What about you? Do you live in a side bedroom? ”

Zhao Fan nodded.

"Your dad just let you sleep in this bed?" Nan Sheng turned the bed on his side up, and in addition to the original bed board, there was only a thin mattress and quilt.

In the room there was a simple plastic cabinet with a symbolic fold of clothes, and the rest of the clothes were all stacked in a cardboard box, which was placed on a bay window.

Looking at the scene in that room, Nan Sheng wanted to cry sadly, she finally knew how children with stepmothers lived. This room is full of the smell of the host's fence.

"Go back with your mother, there's no need for us to be angry here." Nan Sheng wiped his eyes and began to sort out Zhao Fan's belongings: "It's not that you don't have your own home, you don't have your own room, you don't need to wronged yourself here." ”

"Mom." Zhao Fan called her: "But you can make it much easier for me to live with my father, you just need to take care of your brother." ”

"Mom would rather be tired than watch you be wronged here." Nan Sheng stretched out his hand to hug his son: "Don't worry, your mother will never let you be treated like this." ”

"Mom—"

"Be good, be obedient, tidy up your books and clothes, and I'll call your grandfather later, and ask him to drive that big tricycle over and pull your things back."

Zhao Fan didn't speak, and began to cooperate with Nan Sheng to sort out his things.

While folding the child's clothes, Nan Sheng recalled in his mind the promises made by Zhao Yang when he asked him to have a son.

"I promise you, if the child can't accept her, I will never let the child meet her!"

"I promise that I will not let my child be wronged, and I will let him grow up happily."

Bullshit! It's all bullshit!

With Julili, there is still a place for children in his heart.

The so-called promise was just to deceive her, in order to escape the two thousand yuan a month in child support.

After packing all the things lying on her side, Nan Sheng went to the balcony to collect the school uniform for the child, and the moment she saw the school uniform, she couldn't wait to pull off all the clothes on the hanger.

There were three people's clothes hanging on the balcony, Zhao Yang and Zhu Lili's own clothes were all clean, only the children's clothes, sleeves and placket were still dirty. It's not that it hasn't been cleaned, it's that it's not washed at all, but if you put it in the washing machine and stir it twice, the school uniform won't look like this.

She didn't want to find fault with Julie, but as a woman, she knew exactly what it was like to wash and unwash. Julie also has a daughter, and she usually washes her daughter's clothes, and she doesn't believe that she also washes her daughter's school uniform according to this standard.

Although she really wanted to tear off all Zhu Lili's clothes and step on her feet, although she really wanted to write the word "little three" on her clothes with a highlighter and throw them in the trash, but her self-cultivation and tutor still couldn't allow her to do that, she just took off Zhao Fan's clothes one by one, folded them, and put them in a bag.

Because he didn't know if there was anything Zhao Fan in the master bedroom, Nan Sheng directly pushed open the door of the master bedroom and walked in.

The master bedroom is significantly different from the side bedroom, in addition to the cleaner floor, the sheets and bedding are also new and neat, and the thickness of the bedding is significantly higher than that of the side bedroom. There were Zhao Yang and Zhu Lili's clothes hanging in the closet, and their next to each other made Nan Sheng think of the night in Songxian, and the feeling of wanting to vomit hit instantly.

In the bathroom, the toiletries she prepared for the child were gone, replaced by Zhao Yang and Zhu Lili's things.

Thinking of Zhao Yang's skin care product allergy, Nan Sheng specially asked Zhao Fan: "Before you came to live with your father, didn't your mother prepare something for you to wipe your face?" It's the white one with an oatmeal pattern painted on it. That one was specially bought for you by my mother, and it is for children, and it will definitely not be allergic. ”

Zhao Fan shook his head and said that he hadn't seen it.

"The cup for brushing your teeth, and the toothbrush and toothpaste. Mom bought it for you too, it's all new and hasn't been opened yet. ”

"I know, I kept it on the sink until Julie didn't come. I haven't brushed my teeth since she came, and I don't know where that thing has gone. ”

Hearing Zhao Fan's words, Nan Sheng rushed directly into the bathroom and opened the things he bought at the sink.

Zhao Yang understands that he will never throw away what his son uses, and the only one who can do this is Zhu Lili. But this also illustrates Zhao Yang's negligence of Zhao Fan from the side. As a father, he didn't even notice that his son's things were missing, he was not only a ghost, but his brain was in the paste.

Just as she got up and was about to return to the side bedroom to help her son get something, a picture suddenly popped up in her mind, and it was this picture that made her return to the master bedroom again. At a glance, she saw the blue-wrapped tube of snake ointment on the bedside partition.

It's not the first time she has come to Zhao Yang's rental house, and it's not the first time she has entered his bedroom, and the reason why there is that picture is because when she just came in, her eyes involuntarily glanced at it.

The partition was new, and it was not there before.

The partition was strangely placed, just above the bedside table, and only the tube of snake oil ointment was placed on the partition.

It's not like something that a normal person can't do.

There is obviously a bedside table at the head of the bed, and there are two drawers on the bedside table, even if they don't want to put the snake oil ointment in the bathroom, they can put it on the bedside table, put it in a drawer, why put it in that place?

Unless, there's something wrong with that thing!

Nan Sheng took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Yang: "You said you bought a tube of snake oil ointment in the small supermarket at the door?" You said that your hands and your child's face are allergic to snake oil. ”

"Yes!" Zhao Yang said impatiently: "Is there any problem?" ”

"Yes!" Nan Sheng stared at the tube of snake oil ointment: "Since it caused you to be allergic to the child, then why don't you throw it away, why do you still keep it at home?" ”

"I threw it away!"

"I've got it!"

"Where?"

"The master bedroom, directly above the bed where you and Julie are fighting."

This marriage