Wan Qiu was thrown out by Ning Qiaozhen, who always changed his slippers, and Wan Qiu, who put the shoes away, staggered and stepped on the clean floor tiles he had carefully cared for while wearing his shoes.

The vegetables bought in his hand were thrown in the entrance because Wan Qiu let go of his hand.

On the floor tiles, there are all kinds of broken debris, water stains, and tables and chairs scattered indiscriminately......

Wan Qiu's thin body was pushed and almost fell to the ground under Ning Qiaozhen's strength.

Even when he stood still, Wan Qiu saw the shattered vase on the ground.

This is the vase he picked up, a very simple decorative vase, but it was damaged, and he carefully decorated it and put it at home.

The kettle that has been broken on the ground, the broken glass slag of the kettle on the ground, and the hot water that has lost its temperature.

Sofa towels were thrown haphazardly on the floor, cabinets were opened, small items rummaged through, ashtrays were upside down on the floor.

The room that was originally cleaned was now a mess again.

Wan Qiu's heartbeat accelerated little by little, but he was not reacting quickly, and he was dragged by Ning Qiaozhen's hair.

Wan Qiu's scalp was torn and hurt, but he could only follow Ning Qiaozhen's strength and walked towards the bedroom, and all the clothes in the bedroom were turned out, and it was a mess.

However, Ning Qiaozhen only put Wan Qiu's head on the place in front of her dresser where she used to place her jewelry.

"Where's the thing? What about my stuff? Where did all my valuable stuff go?! ”

The sound of sharp rebuke and roar resounded in Wan Qiu's eardrums.

Wan Qiu stared blankly, the place where the jewelry box was originally placed was empty.

It was taken away by my father.

"It's Dad......" Wan Qiu had just finished speaking, and he was slammed on the ground, but the soft carpet eased the pain.

Wan Qiu subconsciously hugged his head and curled up, waiting for the pain to come.

Ning Qiaozhen is 'unhappy', her unhappiness has brought the consequences of the entire house being smashed and destroyed, and he will also become the object of destruction.

However, the expected pain did not come.

He heard Ning Qiaozhen's cry.

"Woooooooooo......oo Bastard, asshole woo woo, man ...... Men are all assholes, woo woo ......"

Wan Qiujiang secretly glanced at Ning Qiaozhen, and Ning Qiaozhen couldn't cry anymore.

She seemed to have lost all her motivation, so soft that she was on the carpet, crying desperately and uncontrollably.

She didn't even have the strength to vent her anger.

Wanqiu didn't know what was going on.

But looking at Ning Qiaozhen, she vaguely seemed to understand something, vaguely.

Wan Qiu got up from the ground and looked at Ning Qiaozhen, Ning Qiaozhen's cry was very unpleasant, and she was very desperate.

Wan Qiu approached Ning Qiaozhen: "Mom, ......"

Ning Qiaozhen just cried, indifferent to Wan Qiu's voice.

Wan Qiu felt very sad, and Ning Qiaozhen's crying made his heart ache.

"Mom?" Wan Qiu wanted to appease Ning Qiaozhen and wanted to find a way, but he didn't know how to do it, "Mom, Dad......"

However, as soon as the word dad came out, Wan Qiu was suddenly slapped hard by Ning Qiaozhen.

Wan Qiu only felt a buzz in his brain, the pain in his cheeks was painful even with his nose, and Wan Qiu was directly fanned to the bed.

His cheeks were red and swollen at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Ning Qiaozhen rarely beat him.

Most of them were Ning Hai doing it, and Ning Qiaozhen just watched coldly from the side when Wanqiu was beaten.

Ning Qiaozhen never stopped Ning Hai from beating him.

Ning Qiaozhen does it, she only likes to hit her face, and she will leave marks, so she rarely fights.

Ning Qiaozhen's hands are thick, slightly larger than ordinary women, and it hurts to fight.

Wan Qiu didn't know what he should do, he was blocked by Ning Qiaozhen in front of the dresser in the bedroom, he couldn't get out, and he couldn't do anything.

Wan Qiu's vision in one eye was hindered by a swollen cheek.

"Bastard, bastard, woo woo Ning Hai, Ning Hai, you shameless bastard, ahh......h

Ning Qiaozhen's unsuppressed cry was very miserable, she was slumped on the ground, looking extremely fragile.

"Don't cry." Wan Qiu's voice was trembling with a cry, "Don't cry, Mom, don't cry." ”

Wanqiu didn't know what to do.

Wan Qiu can't do anything.

"Fuck off." Ning Qiaozhen sat on the ground, but kicked Wanqiu away, "What's the use of you, waste, oil bottles, fools, fools!" Eat me every day, wear me, you can't even take care of the house, what's the use of you, you're not as good as a dog! ”

Wan Qiu took two steps back, and his leg bones were kicked in some pain, but Ning Qiaozhen, who was already crying exhausted, did not bring him much harm.

The strong crying made Ning Qiaozhen's voice not so clear, but Wan Qiu listened to the content truly.

"Why are there all waste around me, why are they all waste, I can't live a good life, it's all your fault, Ning Hai, Ning Hai, you bastard, you actually ran away by yourself! It's gone, there's nothing......"

What happened to Dad?

Wanqiu doesn't understand, Wanqiu can't understand.

What does it mean to run away?

Ning Qiaozhen kept crying and complaining, intermittently, all words that Wan Qiu couldn't understand.

Wan Qiu knelt in front of Ning Qiaozhen, forgetting the hot pain in his cheeks, and there was only Ning Qiaozhen in his eyes.

Mom, don't cry.

Mom, don't cry.

Wan Qiu wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

Mom didn't want to hear him.

Mom, what can I do?

Wan Qiu could only watch, and couldn't do anything.

Ning Qiaozhen took her mobile phone and called one by one, but no one answered her calls.

No matter how you dial it, all you end up with is a busy signal that is hung up.

"This is a friend, this is a friend! his friends! ”

Ning Qiaozhen was resentful, crying, and desperate.

Wanqiu is like a transparent person.

Ning Qiaozhen slammed the phone on the wall, and a groove fell in the wall, which finally fell down, and the screen shattered.

Ning Qiaozhen tossed until late at night, and didn't even turn on the light in the room.

At night, thousands of homes are brightly lit, but Wanqiu is hidden in the dark.

Ning Qiaozhen finally fell asleep on the carpet next to the bed tiredly.

Her face was full of mess, she didn't wipe her nose, she didn't wipe her tears, as if even the desire to move was gone, her eyes were red, she opened her mouth to breathe, more like she was in a coma than a deep sleep.

Wan Qiu stood up and sat on his knees until now, the pain in his legs almost didn't support his body.

I found the broken phone and quietly put it in my mother's hand.

Wan Qiu turned on the light outside the window, smeared and folded the things in the messy bedroom little by little, and put them back into the big closet.

made the bed, but didn't dare to move Ning Qiaozhen.

Wan Qiu put a thin blanket over Ning Qiaozhen's abdomen, fortunately, she wouldn't catch a cold on a summer night.

When Wan Qiu arrived in the living room, he only dared to turn on a white night light, so he cleaned the living room with the light and did the only thing he could do.

His legs hurt, his cheeks hurt, and his mouth seemed to have blood.

Wanqiu was tidying up, and in the middle of the night, the lights outside the window were turned off, leaving only sporadic lights.

Wan Qiu opened the bedroom door, he didn't dare to enter his mother's bedroom.

Lying on the cold floor of the entrance, Wan Qiu only took a pillow and leaned against the place near his mother.

Mom was upset.

Mom might need him.

When Ning Qiaozhen woke up, she only felt a splitting headache, and the long-term crying and lack of oxygen made her react for a long time.

Red, swollen, painful eyes.

When she raised her eyes, she saw Wan Qiu sitting at the door.

"Mom." Wanqiu boy's timbre, when he saw her wake up, was a little relieved, "Mom, are you awake?" I cooked the porridge, and I went to heat it up and brought it over. ”

The memory returned, Ning Hai's betrayal, the disconnection of friends, and the suppression of the original boss, everything came back to my heart.

Ning Qiaozhen saw the clean room that had been tidied up.

She walked out the door and saw the same clean living room.

But everything that was clean did not make Ning Qiaozhen's mood better.

What's the use of cleaning up, this is not her house, and she won't even be able to pay the rent next month.

These clean things are simply mocking her.

Even the house can be cleaned, only she is messy.

Wan Qiu walked out with a bowl at this time.

"Mom, haven't I cleaned up?" Wan Qiu saw Ning Qiaozhen's gloomy face and asked.

"Who told you to clean it? Does cleaning work? Do all the useless things, are you deliberately trying to block me? Ning Qiaozhen was just asleep, not forgetting to be angry.

Wan Qiu wanted to put the small bowl in his hand on the table: "Mom, you didn't eat last night, eat today." ”