At this moment, she was once again clearly aware of the fact that her father died, and perhaps, the mother who loved her at the beginning also died on the day her father died......

She has long been a child without a father and mother.

Later, the bathroom door was closed again.

The sound of the water was rattling, Zhang Yule didn't feel the peeping gaze anymore, and it took two minutes to quickly finish the shower.

Before putting on her pajamas, she wrapped a long, white strap, the width of a palm, around her chest.

The breasts that originally belonged to girls of this age, which were already well developed, were flattened again and again.

After being wound, Zhang Yule put on his corset.

Looking at the flat chest, Zhang Yule's memory was once again pulled to a certain time more than half a year ago, Qian Jie pretended to get a job, his hand passed through her front, and then ......

Zhang Yule's teeth clenched, and he restrained his involuntary trembling voice.

She clenched her fists.

Mom doesn't love her anymore and won't protect her anymore, she has to protect herself.

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After putting on the clothes, Zhang Yule took off the peace charm on the hook again, hung it around his neck, and then stuffed it into his clothes.

What Zhang Yule didn't see was that a red light flashed on the surface of the peace charm, but because the bag containing the peace charm was red, she didn't bow her head and didn't see this scene.

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Zhang Yule took a shower and washed his clothes before coming out of the bathroom, and then hung on the narrow balcony.

Now in this so-called family, what Zhang Yule can do by himself is all done by himself. ‘

And Qian Qiangping and Qian Jie's clothes were naturally washed by Yang Mei'e, before, Zhang Yule still thought that her mother was pregnant hard, even if she was disgusted by the two of them, she wanted to help her mother, but now, she didn't want to.

Zhang Yule, who has often stayed with his father since he was a child, has also learned a characteristic of his father, that is, love and hate.

If mom doesn't love her anymore, why does she still love her?

On the round dining table, Zhang Yule's left hand side is his mother Yang Mei'e, and on his right is Qian Jie.

It's just that Zhang Yule leaned the chair in the direction of Yang Mei'e before sitting down, so there was still some distance from Qian Jie, but even now, when Qian Jie sat down, Zhang Yule's body still subconsciously tensed.

She lowered her head and picked up the food, even if she didn't deliberately look at it, Qian Jie's fat body beside her was still exposed in the afterglow.

Although Qian Qiangping and Qian Jie are father and son, they look very different.

Qian Qiangping is tall and thin, with a height of 1.8 meters, relatively dark skin, a round face, and a simple face, but a pair of eyes are very cloudy and faintly glowing.

Qian Jie is 25 years old this year, and he dropped out of junior high school, saying that he came to look for a job, but he has been idle.

Qian Jie is very fat, bloated, estimated to weigh about 200 pounds, and when he stands, his protruding belly is bigger than Yang Mei'e, who is now pregnant.

His skin is relatively white, but his height is not high, only more than one meter six, his face is full of fat, and one eye is very narrow, looking like an obese white mouse, looking very obscene.

"Why doesn't Lele eat meat, child, he's still growing his body, so he needs to eat more meat to make up for it." Qian Qiangping said, picked up a piece of meat and put it into Zhang Yule's bowl.

Yang Mei'e smiled, "Lele, look, how good your Uncle Qian is to you." ”

Zhang Yule looked at the piece of fat in the bowl, thinking that it was picked up by Qian Qiangping with the chopsticks he had just put into his mouth, she subconsciously regurgitated and had no appetite at all.

She wanted to put down her chopsticks and not eat, but she knew that she had to eat, she had almost no pocket money, and if she didn't eat, she would only be hungry.

In the end, Zhang Yule still ate the rice in the bowl, but the piece of meat was not eaten until the end.

When she finally cleaned up the table, Yang Mei'e saw the piece of meat in Zhang Yule's bowl, and her face was not very good.

"Lele, how can you waste food, and this is what your Uncle Qian helped you clip, if you don't thank you, forget it, how can you not eat it and live up to his wishes."

Zhang Yule put away the dishes and chopsticks with his head bored, and said in a faint but tough voice: "I don't need it, you ask him not to clip it for me in the future." ”

"You ......" Yang Mei'e trembled with anger and turned to leave the kitchen.

Zhang Yule didn't pay attention to it, anyway, she was washing the bowl for dinner all the time.

After washing the dishes, Zhang Yule went back to his room.

The light on the wall was turned on, which also instantly illuminated the entire room.

The cramped room, which could only fit a bed, a desk and an old wardrobe, was cramped.

After her mother Yang Mei'e and Qian Qiangping got married, they moved here.

This cramped rental house, with three bedrooms and one living room, is said to have been rented by Qian Qiangping.

However, Zhang Yule remembered that his father's compensation was 1 million, and the house sold was 1.2 million, for a total of 2.2 million.

Zhang Yule thought, Yang Mei'e shouldn't have told Qian Qiangping about this money, otherwise they wouldn't have lived in this place.

Perhaps, this is where the seemingly weak mother Yang Mei'e is smart.

Actually, Zhang Yule has never understood.

She felt that with 2.2 million, her mother would take her, even if there were only two of them, she could live well in other cities.

But my mother wanted to marry Qian Qiangping, and she was willing to become a housewife serving Qian Qiangping and Qian Jie.

Living in such a place, it is even possible to sacrifice her daughter.

Could it be that my mother loves Qian Qiangping so much?

Putting aside the thoughts in his mind, Zhang Yule opened his schoolbag and took out the paper to fill in.

Zhang Yule is in his third year of high school this year, the first semester.

When she finished filling out the paper, she looked at the empty quarter-length paper, her brow furrowed, and a touch of anxiety was stained between her eyebrows.

After a long time, she closed the volume, took out the textbook and began to memorize.

It wasn't until the clock came to ten o'clock that Zhang Yule put the textbooks and volumes back into his schoolbag.

I was going to sleep, but after more than an hour of reciting, she was still thirsty.

The kettle was outside, and there was no way, so Zhang Yule could only get up and leave the room.

At half past ten, the lamp in the living room outside had been turned off, quietly.

Zhang Yule didn't turn on the light in the living room, she took the night light on her desk and groped out.

Soon, I came to the kettle in the living room.

There was water in the kettle, Zhang Yule picked up the glass and began to pour water.

The water was not loud, but it was very clear on this quiet night.

At this moment, Zhang Yule suddenly felt a warmth behind her, as if something hot was wrapped in her at once.

Soon, through the nightlight, she saw a figure behind her, black and large, as if it was about to envelop her.

Zhang Yule's heart suddenly lifted, and she turned her head suddenly.

The night light reflected Zhang Yule's pale face.

Behind her, at some point, there was a person standing, and this person was her stepbrother Qian Jie.