deliberate kiss

Lin Xuansu rushed out from the study crying, saw him standing at the door, and slapped him on the face without hesitation: "It's all your fault!"

This slap was crisp and sharp, and even because he was too angry, he didn't show mercy.

Zhou Jingwei was beaten to the side, the bright red palm prints on his face were shocking.

There is a slight blood stain on the corner of his lips, but this is not what Lin Xuansu would care about now.

The mother-child relationship between them is destined not to be good.

And Zhou Bingquan chased him out of the room, looked at the wound on Zhou Jingwei's face with cloudy eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Your mother was stimulated and mentally unstable. Don't bother with her."

At that time, Zhou Jingwei was silent and didn't say a word.

He just looked at Zhou Bingquan with an emotionless gaze, until the latter became annoyed and left quickly.

Later came the coming-of-age ceremony, the coming-of-age ceremony of the only son of the Patriarch of the Zhou family.

All the prominent families in Jingcheng arrived, and Zhao Hanshen and his father Zhao Mingchen also arrived at the scene.

The scene was full of excitement, with a look of singing and dancing.

Only Lin Xuansu, dressed in plain white, walked towards Zhou Jingwei who was in the lounge.

Zhou Jingwei hadn't seen Lin Xuansu for several days. Ever since he overheard the argument between the two outside the study, Lin Xuansu seemed to have evaporated and never appeared in front of him again.

At this time, Lin Xuansu looked at him with a gentle smile, and said softly: "Jingwei, today is your birthday, happy birthday."

There was a gentle smile on her face, just like what Zhou Jingwei had seen before.

Zhou Jingwei thought that everything was over.

In other words, he hoped that everything was over.

He hoped that his life could be as peaceful and stable as before.

So he didn't doubt Lin Xuansu's words at all, he walked towards her, held her hand, and said, "Mom, where have you been these days?"

"I didn't go anywhere." Lin Xuansu took his hand out of his hand with a smile, "I went out to relax, and I figured out a lot of things for a long time. In the end, it's just our Lin family's fate."

"This matter may not have been done by Dad." Zhou Jingwei looked at Lin Xuansu's calm face, and held her hand again in a panic: "Mom, don't hate Dad, I'm already investigating, what can I say? Let's talk about it as a family."

Lin Xuansu just looked at him for a long time without saying a word.

Zhou Jingwei felt even more flustered in his heart, he subconsciously held Lin Xuansu's hand tighter: "Mom, I just said something wrong, you can tell me directly."

"There is nothing wrong, what could be wrong?" Lin Xuansu's voice was as light as nothing: "You are the same as your father, and all the men in your Zhou family can do no wrong."

"Madam, don't get angry with the young master. The young master doesn't know anything, so why should you make things difficult for him."

At the door is the wet nurse who grew up with Lin Xuansu. Since Lin Xuansu married into the Zhou family, she has been by her side all the time. Even Zhou Jingwei was raised by her.

She had just walked to the door. At this moment, she walked towards Lin Xuansu with a tray in her hand, and said softly, "Ma'am, I'll take you out, okay?"

Lin Xuansu didn't move. After a long time, she picked up a piece of snack on the tray and handed it to Zhou Jingwei.

"This is a dessert just baked in the kitchen. You haven't eaten for a day, so eat some first."

"Ma'am." The nurse's expression was uneasy: "This is for the master."

"It's so much, he can't finish it all by himself." Lin Xuansu looked at Zhou Jingwei, and her smile deepened: "Jingwei, don't you still blame your mother for slapping you and reject her?"

Zhou Jingwei will not reject Lin Xuansu.

Who can refuse the mother who has been raising him up all the time.

They should have been blood relatives.

So Zhou Jingwei took the snack that Lin Xuansu handed over without hesitation, and put it in his mouth.

As for what happened later, it was just a farce.

Zhou Jingwei's last memory of that day was Lin Xuansu standing far away from him, looking at himself lying on the ground with extremely cold eyes, and telling the wet nurse beside him, "Stay here and don't let anyone in. "

She really wanted to die by herself, and everyone felt sorry for the Lin family.

And he, he is a thorn in her side, a thorn in her flesh.

An unblessed person should not exist in this world.

The wind on the top of the mountain was so cold that Zhou Bingquan's voice trembled: "I can't let others know that Xuansu did such a thing to you, you have to leave."

"Yes, I have to leave." Zhou Jingwei chuckled softly, with sharp and calm words: "Dad, you are right, I shouldn't have existed in the Zhou family, after all, I know that my mother poisoned me Reason. So even at that time, the doctor said that I might die, but you still sent me away without hesitation. You told the housekeeper that you and my mother will have a new child, right?"

"Yes! I said something like this, but so what! Zhou Jingwei! It was Xuansu who poisoned you, why don't you blame Xuansu, you have to blame me!" Zhou Bingquan's chest heaved and heaved: "You have to know, you It's my blood that's running down my body!"

"I know, otherwise why would I go up the mountain to find you." Zhou Jingwei smiled casually, and said calmly, "But Dad, this is the last time."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Bingquan said coldly.

"I mean, if there is another time, I won't look for you."

The wind on the top of the mountain whizzed past, blowing away the last warmth between.

Zhou Jingwei gently stroked the ring on his ring finger, and said calmly and calmly: "You don't deserve my forgiveness."

Zhou Bingquan looked at him with a cold face, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

And Zhou Jing only paused, and asked indifferently enough: "So now, are you willing to go down?"

It is an ultimatum, and it is also a patient exhaustion.

When Cheng Weiyue left home, Cheng Cun was taking a nap in the rocking chair.

Jiang Jinran leaned against the door frame and stood outside, looked at Cheng Weiyue's reluctant eyes, and walked towards her: "If you are worried about Uncle, I will help you come and have a look."

"How did you see that?" Cheng Weiyue's eyelashes trembled.

"Didn't you always be like this since you were a child? My worries are written all over my face, and you can see it at a glance." Jiang Jinran raised his eyebrows, taking it as a matter of course.

Cheng Weiyue walked out without saying a word.

Jiang Jinran could see that she was not in high spirits, so he found a topic and asked, "What script did you show that kid Lan Rong? He has been sleepless these days."

"Are you free?" Cheng Weiyue glanced at him.

"Yeah, I'm quite free, and I'm not you. There are a group of people to worry about." Jiang Jinran turned his face sideways, with a strong smile in his fox eyes: "Cheng Weiyue, do you envy me?"