Mr. Qi is too arrogant

Chapter 939 Where Did These Handprints Come From?
In the early morning of the next day, Zhong Yuang opened his eyes under the action of the biological clock.

The hangover made his whole head ache, looking at the familiar room but couldn't remember how he got back.

The man sat up and raised his hands to press his swollen temples, and he was about to get up after he lifted the quilt on his body.

But as soon as I got up, I felt an indescribable pain in my legs, not from the muscles and bones, but the kind of pain on the surface that was like being beaten.

Zhong Yuang lowered his head, he was wearing his usual pajamas, and he couldn't see anything because it was covered by a layer of fabric.

But this inexplicable pain showed that he must have experienced something last night without knowing it.

Zhong Yuang took off his pajama pants without hesitation.

He opened his mouth wide in astonishment at the scene that caught his eyes.

What the hell is going on here?

Where did these handprints, fingerprints, and bruises on his legs come from?
Even if he was so drunk last night, he wouldn't torture himself, would he?And all the injuries are on the legs, everything else is fine.

Taking a closer look, Zhong Yuang put his palm on those marks and gestured.

From a comparative point of view, every imprint seems to be made by a woman.

Who the hell is so ruthless to kill him!

Still a woman.

Good, very good, he must see who is so courageous.

Since the other person was sent back home, perhaps the instigator of these traces was the one who sent him back. Perhaps his parents knew about this, at least they knew who the person who sent him home was.

Zhong Yuang put his clothes back on in a hurry, went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, changed his clothes, and left the bedroom.

In the hall, Father Zhong was sitting on the sofa quietly reading the newspaper, while Mother Zhong was sitting beside him with a sullen face, especially when he heard the footsteps coming from the stairs, his face was covered with dark clouds.

Zhong Yuang came down and sat down directly opposite the two of them, pretending to be stupid and pretending not to understand his mother's displeasure, he greeted with a smile, "Daddy, mom, good morning."

Mother Zhong snorted coldly and turned her head to the side.

Father Zhong didn't look up while holding the newspaper, completely ignoring his son.

Zhong Yuang looked at the reactions of the two of them and couldn't figure out what happened to the old couple for a moment.

As if... I really don't want to see him.

Zhong Yuang pursed his lips in embarrassment, raised his eyes to look in the direction of the stairs, and asked again, "Where's Xiaobao? Haven't gotten up yet? There's no class today, I'll go up and call her."

"No need!" Before he got up, Mother Zhong finally said with a cold face, "Bao'er left half an hour ago."

Zhong Yuang was slightly surprised, raised his hand and looked at the time, "It's so early..."

What he answered was his mother's cold snort again, without even looking at him.

After waiting for a few more minutes, Zhong Yuang touched his tall nose and couldn't help asking curiously, "Dad, Mom, there is something I want to ask you... that is... how did I get back last night?"

Father Zhong turned a page of the newspaper and changed his posture again, but still remained silent, while Mother Zhong didn't even bother to hum this time.

Zhong Yuang, "..."

What does it mean?
Could it be that last night he got drunk and went home and went crazy and offended the second elder?The wound on his leg was caused by his mother?

But it's not right, no matter how much he drinks, he doesn't have the habit of being drunk, at most he sleeps when he's drunk.

He really couldn't remember what he had done to make the second elder so angry.

(End of this chapter)