The secret of a black-bellied husband

Chapter 7
Sun Xinquan invited a lot of guests for his birthday. Sun Jiajun is also [-] this year. Now he is dating and getting married in a few years. He intends to take this opportunity to find a suitable one for Jiajun. He thinks along the way that as long as Jiajun gets married , Jiawei's life is getting better.

As for the eldest daughter, Sun Xinquan didn't even bother to scold her now, what a bad deed.

When the dance started, even grandparents showed up. Sun Jiawei came down from the second floor with a little panic in her eyes. Jun Rusu looked at her and went over immediately, and the two whispered something.

After Jun Rusu heard Sun Jiawei's words, her complexion was not very good.

Sun Jiajun ran away.

Sun Xinquan glanced at Jun Rusu for a long time, and then said, "She can't even get a dime of my property."

Even if he gave it to the beggar, he would not give it to the prodigal son. She knew it was her birthday today but she still didn't stay at home.

"Tell someone to go out and look for me. If you can't find it, don't let me see you in the future. Look at the good daughter you raised..."

Jun Rusu's face became even paler, Sun Jiawei walked over and took Jun Rusu's arm: "Mom, don't be angry, Dad is because..." Sun Jiawei bit her lip, she didn't know what she could say .

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Sun Jiajun was brought back in a daze. She tried hard to distinguish the person in front of her, but her eyes were dizzy, and she burped.

All the grandparents in the house are there, waiting for her.

"What, you're almost finished?" Sun Jiajun laughed and saw that he was about to fall, Jun Rusu grabbed her shoulder, scratched Sun Jiajun's flesh, and slapped an ear of melon seeds loudly.

Everyone looked at her sullenly. Sun Jiajun looked in Sun Jiawei's direction and yelled at her: "Aren't you going to intercede for me today? Aren't you a good person? Why don't you pretend to be today?"

Snapped!
Sun Jiajun looked at his mother in front of him, calmed down for a long time, and looked at Jun Rusu with a sarcasm on his lips, as if he was saying that it would be a big deal if he died.

Jun Rusu's hand was raised again, but it wavered in the air, but it still didn't fall down.

"Jiajun, you disappoint me so much..."

Sun Jiajun sat on the ground, his mind still confused: "Who are you all? Am I from this family?"

Sun Jiajun murmured to the ground, as if someone would answer her question.

Sun Xinquan got up, as if he had admired enough: "From tomorrow onwards, I will ask her to go to school by herself, and I will stop all her pocket money from now on."

Sun Jiajun’s credit cards were all suspended, and she went to school by herself, and the driver was not allowed to call her. At first, she thought that she could survive, after all, she still had it before, but slowly found out that everyone was ignoring her. When she does not exist, she is dead. She is not allowed to eat with them, and if she does not eat, she will not eat.

Sun Jiajun thought that her mother would beg her, and thought about it countless times in her dreams. She seized this opportunity to let her mother beg her, and told her that her mother was still on her side, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

The person who called her mother knelt on the ground so calmly, without any fluctuations in her tone, as if she had rehearsed countless times in advance, she knocked her head on the ground: "Jia Jun, I beg you just to be a mother, don't tell your father .”

Even if they died, they probably wouldn't be filled with hatred at this moment. How could they be like a mother and daughter at this moment?

In addition to the bone-chilling cold, there was also an inexplicable fear, and his mouth was opened for a long time.

"Mom, do you think I will say yes?" Sun Jiajun has never cried out of despair, dear mother, kneeling at her feet, thinking that she will betray her, there is no way to go, back, there is a cliff behind, she thought Stretch out your hand and tell your mother that she won't say it. If you want to say it early, why delay it until now?
But when the hand stretched out in the air, he hesitated, and gradually became more dignified, and finally fell because of the words in the mother's mouth.

"Jiajun, you should move out, just for your mother, you should move out."

All hope is lost.

An inexplicable desolation and despair grew wildly like weeds, flooding her borders.

She closed her eyes heavily: "Mom, am I really your own?"

Clinging to their last dignity and not letting tears fall, what made them like this?Is it your own willfulness?

She clings to the hope that may no longer be there, biting her lip and feeling cold all over, leaving only a trace of loneliness in her body.

"Jiajun, if mom gives you money, you won't suffer if you go out, living expenses, or you go to study abroad..." Jun Rusu's back stiffened subconsciously, telling her that she had no choice, it wasn't her heartlessness, but Jiajun's temperament Well, sooner or later something will happen, she can't ruin this family, so she can only let Jiajun leave.Hearing these words, tears fell, and the little face quickly withered like a flower in the cold autumn wind at this moment, dry and haggard.She heard a broken heart.

Sun Jiajun once thought that his mother was the only part of the world that could not be separated from him, and that he was the flesh that fell from her body. What she asked for was very simple. Maybe it seemed unreasonable to others, but what she asked for was really simple. , a father, a mother, and a fake, but only now she understands that the simpler the more difficult it is to find, that home may not be hers long ago, it is her nonsense, and she has not yet understood it.

Taking a step back, the room was very cold, maybe it was because he was wearing too little, his pale face was mixed with a touch of blue, and he couldn't help the cold erosion, shivering all over.

"Mom, get up, I can't bear it."

Jun Rusu looked at her daughter's face worriedly, feeling wary and nervous.

Sun Jiajun felt that the room was getting colder and colder, biting his pale lips, even his little toes were trembling.

"Mom, take care."

Sun Jiajun felt a stabbing pain in her heart, but she didn't shed any tears. The weeping and whimpering in the room could still be heard after she walked far away.

It was the last gift her mother gave her. Even though she was reluctant to part with it, she still told her to go. It was a bone-chilling chill, hehe...

(End of this chapter)