With a tear, Zhang Shuhua's ears jumped, and the shame in his heart instantly climbed to the peak, and tears slipped down.

Her whole body was fair, so the bruises on her body were even more visible.

A bright red belly pocket lined her skin like white porcelain.

On winter days, there was no charcoal burning in her house, her clothes were peeling, and she shivered with cold.

Feng Jinzhou stretched out his hand, and his cool fingertips landed on her blue and purple wound.

She gasped in pain, and subconsciously wanted to hide, "Mr. Feng, it hurts ......"

She had been keeping her head down, but when she looked up, she saw Feng Jinzhou's eyes dark.

There was a turbulence in his eyes, like a river in the dark night.

"Do you know it hurts?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his arms.

She was so thin that he could crush her in his arms with a slight grip.

"It hurts." She said these two words seriously and calmly, and it was also very light.

It's really painful.

But over the years, no one would want to hear her say these two words, and no one would care.

Feng Jinzhou is even less likely to care.

They only have a monetary relationship.

Feng Jinzhou's expression was indifferent, and he reached out and stuffed the gun on the side into her hand.

She had never held it before, and she seemed a little at a loss.

He hugged her, rested his head on her shoulder, covered her hands with his big palms, and taught her how to hold a gun and how to shoot.

He understated, "If anyone makes you hurt next time, you will be like this, one shot, and he will be broken." ”

Such a cold thing, she resisted from the bottom of her heart.

But she didn't dare, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything in front of Feng Jinzhou like this.

Zhang Shuhua was wrapped in Feng Jinzhou's arms, and the hard uniform was attached to her naked back, and the touch also made her feel cold all over her body.

He said casually, more sarcastically, "You have been with me." ”

Because he did it with him, that's why he helped her when he showed up today.

He helped her, it was convenient, and it was for the sake of having a deal with him.

It's not because of any ridiculous affection.

Zhang Shuhua lowered his head and didn't say another word.

Within two days, Master Ji went out of the funeral, and the people in the house could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But Zhang Shuhua bears the name of killing Master Ji, and the Ji Mansion does not take her seriously.

They wouldn't let her eat at the table, and all they served her was leftovers.

Zhang Shuhua couldn't bear it anymore and went directly to Mrs. Ji's door.

Even if she came to Chongxi, the dowry should not be less, and even her father Zhang Ru was in charge of the Ji family, and the dowry was even more.

She asked Mrs. Ji to theorize that these dowries, just for the people up and down the Ji Mansion, could provide three meals a day for many years, so why did they bully her so much.

Although she is thin and weatherless, she never gives up on finding a way for herself and her mother.

Troubled times are even more difficult.

In order to survive, it seems that there is only difficulty left in her life.

It was rare for Mrs. Ji not to teach her a lesson, so she ignored her and asked someone to add a pair of dishes and chopsticks for her.

The aunts and ladies at the table were also a little stunned.

Seeing her sit down, everyone picked up their spirits, looked at her and Mrs. Ji, as if watching a play.

No one at the table spoke, and no one was willing to take the initiative to deal with Zhang Shuhua.

"Isn't it clamoring to eat, and you won't eat if you want to eat?" Mrs. Ji glanced at Zhang Shuhua coldly.

Everyone followed to see Zhang Shuhua's reaction.

Zhang Shuhua didn't talk, picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up the vegetables.

The second aunt put down her chopsticks and counted Zhang Shuhua, "You dare not answer the eldest lady's question?" It's really not educated at all! Or are the people in your Zhang Mansion all educated but uneducated? ”

Zhang Shuhua's face turned cold unconsciously when she heard this, she put down her chopsticks and stared straight at her second aunt.

Mrs. Ji also put down the chopsticks in her hand and said, "Second aunt, you're right, Aunt Zhang's mother is sick like this, how can anyone teach her the rules?" ”

When everyone heard this, they all laughed, and they all echoed Mrs. Ji's reasoning.

But Zhang Shuhua heard the strangeness in her words, and she held the chopsticks in her hand tightly.

What did it mean that her mother was sick like this?

The day she got married, it was clear that her mother had recovered a lot!

Zhang Shuhua was nervous and asked tentatively, "What do you mean by this, Madame?" ”

Mrs. Ji hooked her lower lip with the shelf, and remained silent, "Don't you know that your mother is about to die?" It's still noisy in front of me all day long, what kind of body ...... become?"

Zhang Shuhua stood up.

Her mother is about to die?!

How can it be!

Zhang Shuhua couldn't care about anything else, so he threw away the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and hurried out.