It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 108 Look, He Still Hit Me

On the night in mid-November, the wind was not the most deadly thing, but the most deadly thing was her hands and feet that could not be warmed up.

Not even the heater in the taxi could save her.

After getting off the car at the gate of the community, Qiao Yue walked in the completely quiet community.

It was already past twelve o'clock. Although not every household was asleep at this time, basically no one was wandering on the road.

But as a girl, a person with basic safety awareness, she has anti-wolf spray in her bag.

But the law and order in the community is really good, and she hasn't used the anti-wolf spray yet.

Just when she thought that her anti-wolf spray would continue to be useless, she slowly stepped on her high heels.

Ahead, on the steps of her house, a dark mass stood still.

Like a person.

But motionless is scary.

She couldn't help but grabbed the anti-wolf spray in her bag, and approached cautiously.

Until, that group of things seemed to hear her footsteps, and suddenly raised its head, those eyes shone in the faint moonlight.

"You're finally back." The voice was deep and hoarse, familiar, with some inexplicable grievances.

At the same time, the voice-activated light she installed at the door lit up.

The moment she saw the face clearly, Qiao Yue still wanted to take out the anti-wolf spray from her bag.

But she held back.

Because although the other party was squatting in front of her house in the middle of the night, his face was dirty and his eyes were bruised.

The coat is tattered, and in winter, this image is quite pitiful.

She let go of her grip on the anti-wolf spray, and walked forward quickly.

"What are you doing at my door?" It's cold, and it's fun to blow a hair dryer?

Even if it's fun, find another place, okay?

"Wait for you." The other party was not very interested in the conversation, and kept his head down the whole time, with a calm tone.

Qiao Yue: "..."

The evening wind blew again, Qiao Yue was shrunk slightly by the chill that poured into her clothes, and her trouser legs were also dangling.

Not to mention, the other party squatted at the door of her house with such a miserable appearance, she had a sense of sight of a lost boy begging for redemption.

Or the novels and TV dramas I usually watch to pass the time are to blame.

She took a step forward, bent slightly, "Shen Zheyi, why don't you go home and treat the wound?"

"I was kicked out," the boy squatting on the ground muffled, then raised his head abruptly, and complained to her in a really aggrieved tone, "Look, he still hit me!"

Qiao Yue: "..."

Looking carefully with the help of the light, there was a red mark on his face, like a slap, still very hard, and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The cheeks on both sides obviously felt asymmetrical, and the side with the red mark was swollen.

The most important thing is that when she approached Shen Zheyi, she smelled the smell of wine.

She narrowed her eyes quickly, "Who hit you?"

"Who else," he suddenly sneered, "my dad."

"Drinking?"

"No." Shen Zheyi couldn't help hiccupping while speaking.

Qiao Yue squinted at him, and then her eyes fell on the wine bottles behind him, three empty wine bottles, it's okay to lie when she's drunk.

She picked up one casually and looked at it, Baijiu.

He raised his eyebrows inadvertently, seeing Shen Zheyi drinking so many times, this was the first time he saw him drinking baijiu, the concentration was quite high.

No wonder I was drunk.

So now, how to solve this big trouble?
(End of this chapter)