Spring night kiss

Where are you now? "Zhou Yinghuai said calmly, "You take Song Zhaozhao out of Ningcheng first and go out for a while. "

Having said this, Zheng Heng knew that Zhou Yinghuai had probably heard the news.

The tip of his tongue touched the roof of his mouth, his lower jaw tightened, and he sneered: "This is really a good thing, don't go out, you already know it?"

"It doesn't matter whether I know or not," Zhou Yinghuai said in a serious voice, "Zheng Heng, if you don't want anything to happen to Song Zhaozhao, you should take Song Zhaozhao out now to avoid the limelight."

"What do I have to hide from! My dad and the others are simply bullying others!"

Zheng Heng was now too emotional to listen to anything, "Shouldn't I just fall in love? Are they going to push a girl into despair?"

Zhou Yinghuai's expression was cold, and he was about to say something when Zheng Heng clicked his tongue impatiently and said, "You don't have to persuade me anymore! I know my own affairs well! Don't worry, you can handle it well, and I can do the same." able!"

After speaking, Zhou Yinghuai hung up the phone directly without waiting for a reply.

Zhou Yinghuai knew Zheng Heng's temper. He had already said that he would not give up until he hit the wall.

Zhou Yinghuai thought that Zheng Heng had a pretty good relationship with his parents, and maybe for a while, he could be able to control his extreme behavior for a while.

But no matter what, he should tell Jiang Tan about it as soon as possible after she finished handling the matter at hand.

At this time, Zheng Heng had already stormed into the Zheng family's hall aggressively.

Father Zheng was sitting on the sofa. When he saw Zheng Heng rushing in with a blushing face, he sneered: "How old are you? You still do things so head-first and not the end! Rush, rush, rush!"

"Dad!" Zheng Heng gritted his teeth and strode to Father Zheng, "What do you want to do by interrupting Song Zhaozhao's work? Don't you think you are bullying the little girl by doing this?"

"Listen to what you say!" The disdain in Zheng Heng's tone is self-evident in his indifferent tone: "You use the Zheng family's money and Zheng family's resources to flatter other people's families! Zheng Heng, Ask yourself, if Song Zhaozhao is famous, does this matter have anything to do with you?"

"Even if there is, it is only Song Zhaozhao who strives for his own success, so that he can become famous!"

Zheng Heng felt at a loss for a moment. Father Zheng's words hit the nail on the head, and his expression softened involuntarily.

He continued: "No matter what, Song Zhaozhao really works hard. If you have any objections to me, just come to me and don't do anything to her, okay?"

Father Zheng looked at Zheng Heng with some confusion. Zheng Heng had committed crimes so unscrupulously over the years, but now he had never seen him look so groveling and groveling.

But this not only did not make Father Zheng feel relieved, but made him even more angry.

Father Zheng looked at Zheng Heng, his eyes were cold, "Do you still remember your last name? Zheng Heng, just forget about playing around outside, but now you have no sense!"

"Dad!" Zheng Heng gritted his teeth. He sat down in front of Zheng's father, his eyes dark: "You are afraid of Song Zhaozhao, why?"

"You still have the nerve to ask me why!" Father Zheng glared at Zheng Heng with a cold expression, "Look at how many things you have done for Song Zhaozhao these days!"

"Everything I did was controllable. I didn't do anything to harm the interests of the Zheng family for Song Zhaozhao."

Zheng Heng calmly said with a stiff expression: "I thought that I should still have such scope of authority."

"You think? Then I'll tell you, you didn't!" Zheng's father stood up in anger and lost the patience to continue talking to Zheng Heng. "I'll give you three days to make a clean break with Song Zhaozhao, otherwise this The little star is doomed from now on! So are you! From now on, don’t even enter my door!"

All the blood in Zheng Heng's body was rushing to his brain.

It seemed that at this moment, he suddenly understood Zhou Yinghuai's warning.

It was him who thought of things too simply.

In other words, he actually knows that this is not easy. It's just that people are limited by emotions, and their rationality has long been out of control, leaving only a weak judgment that is completely insufficient to make decisions.

"Are you forcing me to break up now?" Zheng Heng laughed angrily, "I'm almost thirty! Do I even have to be criticized for falling in love?"

"You also know that you are almost thirty? Then it's time to settle down!"

Father Zheng looked at Zheng Heng coldly, his voice full of judgment: "You guys are all spoiled! One is you, the other is Zhou Yinghuai! None of them are worry-free! Why can't you Learn from Meng Yanxi! Isn’t it also good now for parents to order matchmakers?”

"It doesn't matter if Meng Yanxi wants to be a puppet. You can't ask everyone to be a puppet."

Zheng Heng's voice was cold and sharp, and his phoenix eyes were filled with coldness as he looked at Father Zheng: "Whether you agree or not, I have settled the matter between Song Zhaozhao and me."

"What did you say! Say it again!" Father Zheng's eyes widened and he looked at Zheng Heng fiercely, "Zheng Heng, don't let me talk so fast here! Think before you speak!"

Zheng Heng stood up expressionlessly, "I said, Song Zhaozhao and I will keep talking and will not break up."

"If you don't want to break up, then we have to see if Song Zhaozhao is willing to go with you!" Father Zheng suddenly raised his voice, "Bring Song Zhaozhao here!"

Zheng Heng looked at Father Zheng in astonishment: "Are you crazy? Did you tie up Song Zhaozhao?"

"What do you mean tied up? I'm inviting her to be my guest." Father Zheng looked coldly at a remote corner of the hall. The next moment, Song Zhaozhao was taken out of it.

Her expression was very quiet, she was dressed simply, and her face without makeup was not as showy and bright as usual. She looked quiet and full of brokenness.

Such Song Zhaozhao made Zheng Heng worried, and he walked towards her without saying a word.

The moment he held her hand, Zheng Heng's heart tightened due to the cold, "Why are my hands so cold?"

"It's okay." Song Zhaozhao forced a smile.

Just now, she was standing there, clearly seeing the tense confrontation between Zheng Heng and Zheng's father.

"What did my dad do to you?" Zheng Heng said in a wary tone, "Tell me, don't be afraid."

"I wouldn't do anything to a woman! I just analyzed the pros and cons with her. Which is more important, the illusory love with you, or the real future that I can hold in my hands!"

The sarcasm in Father Zheng's tone is self-evident: "Zheng Heng, you are used to living a life of fine clothes and fine food, don't you know the suffering in the world? Then you should ask Song Zhaozhao, ask her if she knows! "

The smell of blood seemed to rise in Zheng Heng's throat. He was almost uneasy, but he did not dare to show it. He held Song Zhaozhao's hand with trembling hands and whispered: "Zhaozhao, don't listen to him."