Play Nice

Chapter 209: 209
It doesn't matter if everyone treats him as Chen Yedu, as long as Qin Xiang treats him as self-righteous.

"I haven't asked you," he asked, "Qin Xiang, are you married?"

He had been in prison for too long, and the little dwarf had reached marriageable age.

He asked suddenly, Qin Xiang was stunned, then lowered his head and blushed: "No."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

She shook her head, but decided to raise her eyelids to look at him: "Neither." Her eyes were sincere and clean, and when she looked at him, her eyes were full of dependence and trust.

Zhou Ziheng's palms sweated, and the broken skin hurts slightly: "Then think about me, although I have a criminal record, I'm not bad. When Chen Shangqing dies, I'll go back to grab the inheritance and make you a rich wife. ."

Before, he had been locked up by the Chen family, and after that, he was locked up in prison. To be honest, he didn't understand love, but he was sure that he wanted to spend time with Qin Xiang in the future. looking forward to her.

"Qin Xiang, do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood." Qin Xiang took a step forward uncertainly, a very small step, very cautiously, she slowly opened her hands, hugged Zhou Ziheng awkwardly, and said shyly, "Don't rob the inheritance, I can't be a rich wife."

Zhou Ziheng didn't even know how he got back, this must be what the inmates were talking about.

He is too unpromising, like a well-behaved pet dog. Wherever the owner of Qin Xiang goes, he will follow him consciously.

"I've run out of soy sauce, I'll go get mine."

"Oh."

Qin Xiang went downstairs.

Zhou Ziheng stood dumbfounded at the door of the kitchen, he didn't recover, as if he had won the jackpot, he would subconsciously question the authenticity.

What did her words mean?
Did you agree?
If yes, then what?Are you going to get an ID card?You can't get a marriage certificate without an ID card.

He heard footsteps, thought it was Qin Xiang coming back, and hurried to the entrance.

"Qin Xiang, you—"

The words stopped abruptly.

After seeing the person at the door, Zhou Ziheng instantly changed his face: "You came so fast."

Chen Shangqing and his driver stood at the door. They hadn't seen each other for 12 years. Chen Shangqing had already turned gray, and his spirit was hale and hearty, and his eyes were still sharp.

"You should go back."

Zhou Ziheng's baseball bat was placed on the cabinet in the entrance. He stretched out his long arm and carried the stick over: "I'll go back when you die."

What kind of person is Chen Shangqing?

In Zhou Ziheng's impression, Chen Shangqing always has only one expression. He engraved the superiority and desire for control of the superiors into his bones, and everyone is like looking at ants. In his eyes, family glory is far higher than blood. .

"Your father's adopted daughter also lives here, right?" A very calm threat.

Zhou Ziheng clenched the stick in his hand: "Don't touch her."

Sixteen years ago, a female student funded by the Chen family jumped off the headquarters building of the Chen Group. The suicide note was next to the corpse, and all the crimes were directed at Chen Zhili.

When such a thing happened, none of the media's press releases mentioned the Chen family. Not even a single human life could shake the Chen family in the imperial capital.

This is Chen Shangqing's wrist.

"Ziheng, grandpa won't hurt you, your disease is not healed yet, you need to be cured first."

Zhou Ziheng gritted his teeth and put down his baseball bat.

When Qin Xiang came back, she saw that the door was open and the baseball bat was placed sideways. She picked it up and put it on the cabinet.

"Self-inflicted."

"Self-inflicted."

There is no one in the house.

Qin Xiang put down the soy sauce and ran downstairs desperately.

It was already dark, there was no one in the community square, and there was no one on the sidewalk outside. There were many cars speeding on the road. She didn't know which one to chase or which direction to go. She could only stand in the brightest place. , so that you can be seen.

"Self-inflicted."

"Self-inflicted."

"..."

The voice went from shouting to whispering, the wind poured into her chest, Qin Xiang's voice was hoarse, but no one answered her.

Zhou Ziheng just disappeared.

She stood under the street lamp in despair, staring blankly at every car that drove past her.

"Qin Xiang."

It was Zhong Yun who came down. Because she was in a hurry to get down, she didn't wear a mask. She was a little afraid of the traffic and crowds, so she stepped forward timidly: "What's the matter with you, Qin Xiang?"

Qin Xiang's eyes were empty: "He's gone."

Zhong Yunyun knew that Qin Xiang was sad, but she would not comfort others, and asked a little silly, "Where did he go?"

Qin Xiang's eyes turned red, and his voice choked: "I don't know."

She didn't know where Zhou Ziheng would be locked up when Chen Yedu came out. No one wanted him to come out, no one would let him out.

*****
Xixiang Sky.

This is the name of a mental hospital. Is it very elegant? I heard that it was taken by a mental patient.

"Nodu."

"Nodu."

Someone is talking in the ear.

The person on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes. He was not wearing a shirt, and had electrodes attached to his body, as well as many tubes and wires.

The woman called him: "Yedu."

He lay there, so thin that the outline of his bones was clearly visible, and his skin was as white as he had never seen the sun.

He opened his mouth, very thirsty, and his voice was dry: "My name is Ziheng." His eyelids were heavy, and before closing, he said, "Zhou Ziheng..."

The doctor in a white coat came over with a syringe and injected the transparent medicine into the infusion tube. His face was expressionless throughout the whole process, as if there were only a pile of bones and flesh lying on the hospital bed.

"What did you inject him with?"

Chen Zhihui forced his way in.

The doctor did not answer, turning a blind eye to her.

Chen Zhihui rushed outside the ward and asked her father loudly, "What did you do to Ye Du?"

Chen Shangqing still did not change his face: "Help him heal."

"Why does he say he is Zhou Ziheng?"

"He's sick."

Chen Zhihui didn't believe it at all: "I will find a doctor for him, and I will take him out of here."

"Zhihui." The old man is mild, over eighty years old, and the oppression in his cloudy eyes can make people suffocate, "If you don't want to stay in the empire, I can send you back to your mother."

In the ward.

The man on the bed opened his eyes again.

"you again."

The doctor wears a pair of heavy glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses reflect blue light: "Who are you?"

"Zhou Ziheng," he said.

Zhou Ziheng knew this doctor, who told him that he had intermittent amnesia 12 years ago.

The doctor turned to the nurse and said, "Turn up the current."

In clinical practice, electroconvulsive therapy has a certain effect on inhibiting personality.

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　　So sad for myself.

　　Except for Qin Xiang, no one wanted him to come out, and no one let him out.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)