Strong Counterattack

Ms. Zhao watched her son go up and organize the backpack, and his temper came up, standing and watching.

The young man was also irritated, and felt that she had gone crazy because of Zhang Chan's utter demon.

The house was quiet again.

Ms. Zhao sat down on the sofa and wiped her face hard.

When the anger dissipated, she continued to doubt her life like every parent who was helpless in the face of the child's rebellion.

What's going on here? What the **** is going on? What did she do wrong?

Why can't her son even understand her mood? Why didn't her daughter even tell her the truth? The last two people came to blame her, but what can she do?

She has been hard enough. Since her adulthood, her life has been about working on children's affairs almost every day. In the end, four children, whether they were biological or not, were not grateful for her efforts and all expressed their injustice.

This ridiculous result made her feel that her feelings were a joke.

Who came to hear her injustice again?

Ms. Zhao wiped her forehead painfully.

Why is she always defeated in the emotional world?

·

When Zhang chanted the money, he was really surprised. Yu Shizheng can be described as a god, and he seems to have a clear sense of his parents' personality and preferences.

Mr. Yu called her three million the next day, followed by Ms. Zhao and gave her another five million. Zhang Chan didn't do anything at all, as if everything was over.

Zhang Chan knows that these eight million ... is entirely due to the fact that the contention is behind the scenes. After all, it is a wingman to show that you are high and poor.

Yuxizheng is really a perfect business partner.

If there is money, most of the problem is solved, and there is a Kangzhuang Avenue waiting for her to irrigate.

Zhang Chan deliberately agreed to come out of the dispute, and subconsciously wanted to tell him this matter. Yu Xizheng chose a coffee shop far away from the school and drove her past.

"Well, it's good." Yu Xizheng nodded lightly when he heard the result: "It's a compensation for you."

Zhang Song asked, "So what did you tell your dad?"

"Nothing, just a little bit of artistic processing of your encounter." Yu Xizheng said calmly, as if he was setting up a book on his back: "People will always believe in third-party explanations. Especially like to be smart. A particularly proud person. The more you want to refuse to welcome him, the more he believes it is true. The more he really thinks, the more he brings in. The more deeply he brings in. Besides, I really just tell the truth. "

He behaved nothing to himself, ruthlessly ruthless.

Zhang Shun looked at him intently, tilting his head, flashing a trace of doubt.

Yu Xizheng uncomfortably adjusted his sitting posture, raised his eyebrows and said: "What are you doing? Wouldn't it be doubtful words in your eyes?"

"You know them so well? This includes personality analysis and behavior habits." Zhang Chan said, "Although you usually say that you have little contact, it seems that you have studied how to get their attention."

Yu Xizheng blinked, then smiled: "Of course. I have more than 20 years, sincerely thought I was their own. During that time, I should have the right to fight against injustice."

Zhang Chan nodded, pouted, and didn't continue.

Before he found out the truth, he should be angry. Maybe in the past twenty years or so, I have proudly maintained my self-esteem. Mao worked hard to get himself to the highest point. With the hope, maybe when they are good enough, or when the other party needs themselves, they will realize their indispensable meaning.

At the same time, I was thinking about whether I would forgive them for their indifference and how to control my emotions to face their remorse.

As a result, he finally became angry and found that he was not biological.

It's just ridiculous. This is more empty than a step in the air, and I don't know how to vent. It's all useless.

So he told the truth so simply. The purpose is to free yourself.

The same.

Zhang Chan knows all.

She didn't give up until she discovered that her parents' love had nothing to do with whether she was good or not.

People who are indifferent will not be sad.

Zhang Song asked: "Do you want to share this money with you?"

"Forget it. This is the compensation your parents gave you." Yu Xizheng took a sip of coffee and said, "I have a project here and want to invest. Since you have money, do you work together?"

Zhang Song: "How to cooperate?"

"I will send you the business plan and market analysis to you." Yu Xizheng said, "I voted 12 million for management and contacts. You voted 8 million for marketing and sales. Each accounted for 50%, how about that? I do n’t care about you anymore. "

Zhang Chan thought about it and thought it was pretty good. If the project itself is promising, you can try it.

The ability to fight for this person can be believed and sensitive to the sense of interest. It should be a pleasure to cooperate with him.

She was about to consider that her mobile phone kept vibrating, several text messages came from the same strange number, and she was constantly refreshing the screen.

She glanced.

"Oh, the country girl, really has money in her eyes. The family's garbage."

"Pretend to be tall, you are a trash, not for money?"

"Do you think you can beg for enough money in my house again and again by the same method? Do you dream!"

"Lao Tzu will one day ask you to apologize to me!"

She was fascinated by the phone for a while, tapped her finger to pull the other party black, and then put the screen on the table.

Zhang Chan pressed his hands on the table and said seriously: "I correct it, I have only three million now."

Yu Xizheng: "..."

Yu Xizheng also leaned on the table: "Do you want to pit me?"

Zhang Chan sincerely said: "Although you may not believe it. But I really don't."

·

At the end of September, all major universities are about to start school. People who have returned to school early have already begun preparations at school.

The two children were not at home, the husband was too busy to work, and Ms. Zhao felt lonely when she was alone. She tried to enrich herself with work, and finally found that she couldn't concentrate.

Things are not dealt with, it will never solve itself.

Ms. Zhao asked the secretary to beat the money to Zhang Chan before, but the result came two days later, the secretary came over and told her that Zhang Chan beat the money back. She was greatly surprised. Contact Zhang Chan by phone, the other side did not know what was going on, and kept prompting to shut down. It may have blackened her.

Why?

Ms. Zhao does not understand. Isn't she right here? One by one to avoid her like a viper, as for?

Some people will refuse a call to send money voluntarily? It must be her dad's **** who told her to provoke alienation!

Ms. Zhao asked the secretary to drive her to University A and wanted to talk to Zhang Chan in person. And because she couldn't reach her, she could only go to her dormitory.

When she arrived, Zhang Chanren was not there, it should have just been out, so she waited on the small balcony at the end of the corridor.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the voice of Zhang Chan to sound in the empty aisle. There were also several of her roommates.

Ms. Zhao stood with her bag in front of her. Exquisite makeup and ironed clothes are out of place in the cold and quiet dormitory.

Zhang Chan nodded politely to her.

A roommate enthusiastically said, "Is it Zhang Mama? She looks so beautiful and young. You look like you. I saw um for the first time."

Ms. Zhao hasn't spoken yet, Zhang Chan said first: "No, just a friend's mother. It's my aunt."

Ms. Zhao was stunned on the spot for a while, holding the belt of the handbag in her hand, and her knuckles were instantly forcibly whitened.

Several people felt the atmosphere a little bit sensitive and stood at a loss.

Zhang Chan said: "You go first. She may have something important for me."

After the roommates walked into the dormitory one by one, Zhang Chan pointed a finger next to her and led Ms. Zhao to no one nearby.

With a touch of anger, Ms. Zhao stepped on the heels and said, "What is my mother's friend? Which friend are you? Do I make you so embarrassed? I came to you just to tell you Words? You even have a lunch ... "

Zhang Chan tiredly said: "Don't you have that heart too? Forget it."

Her eyes were cold and no waves, just like looking at a stranger who was unreasonably making trouble.

Ms. Zhao was suddenly dumb, with a kind of embarrassment that was seen through.

"I ... not ..." Ms. Zhao said, "You didn't say anything!"

Zhang Chan scratched his forehead: "What's the matter? You don't want to come to me one by one and say something strange. I am also confused."

Ms. Zhao's lips twitched, turning around a few beginnings, and finally said: "I called you, but you didn't answer."

Zhang Chan took out a new phone from his pocket: "Well. I changed the phone. The previous phone was bought as a second-hand one, and it is broken now."

Ms. Zhao's words softened a little, and she said, "Then you should tell me. I will worry about you and need to contact you. And why do I have to change my number if I change my mobile phone?"

Zhang Chan glanced at her, seeming to wonder if she really didn't know. Meaningfully: "Your son blew up my mobile phone. He borrowed a dozen of his classmates to bomb and kept insulting me, so I changed a number. I'm not sure where his number came from Yes, so I do n’t want to tell any of them. "

"What ?!" Ms. Zhao was drunk, her eyes flashing, and many thoughts came to her mind. She raised her head and blocked her face slightly to avoid the sight of Zhang Chan's examination.

But her surprise is indeed true, as well as disappointment, absurdity, and anger.

Ms. Zhao definitely said: "I don't know about this matter!"

Zhang Chan shrugged: "It doesn't matter. If you feel embarrassed, you don't need to be forced. I don't need the five million."

Zhang Song said: "If you show your maternal love to me, you will lose the love your son has for you. If you must choose one of the two, I can already anticipate your choice. So there is no need to make it so ugly, I Take the initiative to exit, so as not to hate me in the future. You should try to protect your own family first. "

Ms. Zhao did not know how to refute. There is really no way to achieve absolute justice. She smiled bitterly: "I really can't think he would do such a thing. Just because I want to compensate my daughter for his sister ... so will he hate me?"

Zhang Song satired his lips and said: "Who knows. The love of the loved one may be naturally uneasy and cheap. I haven't experienced it, don't ask me."

Ms. Zhao was poked into her heart by this sentence, bursts of pain that could not be said.

Zhang Chan looked at her and smiled, "You don't have to say sorry to me. In fact, the person who feels the most about this matter should not be me. I haven't known you for a while, and I don't expect any love from you. After a brief acquaintance, I can adjust my mindset. The person who has been absent is not me. I have taken over from him until now, and it has not been more than a month. "

Ms. Zhao turned around, turned her back on her chest again, and said, "You have a really good relationship with the dispute."

Zhang Chan: "Xin Xing Xiang Xi? Hmmm ... maybe it's just a combination of interests. It shouldn't matter to you."

Ms. Zhao said, "What is insignificant?"

"Both." Zhang Chan smiled and said frankly: "We are all. In your eyes."

Ms. Zhao closed her eyes.

Zhang Chan said that there was no need to apologize, but every word she said revealed that she couldn't let go.

It may also be her own guilty conscience that she suddenly discovered that Zhang Chan's ruthlessness and indifference is a weapon with great lethality.

Zhang Chan said: "Goodbye."

Ms. Zhao wondered: "Where am I going?"

Zhang Song: "You asked me this question, I don't understand."

Ms. Zhao turned around and walked downstairs.

Zhang Chan looked down at the small balcony and saw her secretary pick her up before returning to her dormitory.

·

Ms. Zhao is sitting in the car. The car, which was usually very stable, shook her head today.

The secretary sat next to her, observing her complexion, not feeling right. Small voice: "Zhao, what are you thinking?"

Ms. Zhao said, "I am introspecting."

The secretary said: "Your complexion does not seem to be very good. You should not go to school anymore. Let me take you home and rest first?"

Ms. Zhao shook her head.

The secretary said: "Then I will call Xiaoxiang and let him come back to accompany you."

Ms. Zhao only looked at him silently.

The secretary instructed him to take out his mobile phone and call Ms. Zhao's younger son.

There is a busy tone directly over there.

The other party has blackened his number.

The secretary said, "You wait."

He sent the number to another secretary assistant and asked the other party to call that number. He explained: "Just say that President Zhao is unwell, let him go home first."

Ms. Zhao has been silently watching his operations.

After a moment, the assistant secretary sent a voice over. The secretary ordered it out.

"He said no. He said that if President Zhao did not admit his mistake, he would not go home."

Ms. Zhao heard this sentence and laughed out loud. Jie's weird laugh, I don't know whether he is satire or mocking his life. Tears were all squeezed out.

The secretary hurriedly put away the phone and said, "Don't worry about it, Mr. Zhao, kid. He doesn't know that you are uncomfortable, he should just be hard-mouthed. Maybe he will come back secretly later. The young man still cares about you . "

"Stop! Go home!" Ms. Zhao buzzed in her ears and could not hear his excuse. Sudden expression, shouted: "Go home now!"

The driver nodded and continued on, looking for an intersection where he could turn around.

Ms. Zhao patted the back of the chair and changed her mind again: "No, stop, I want to get off."

The driver nodded and stopped.

Ms. Zhao pulled the car door and walked out, and the whole world was spinning in circles, blackened by the sunlight. The heel crooked on the soft ground and fell down.

The secretary came out holding the file, only to see Ms. Zhao fainted to the ground.

"Zhao Zhao!" He put down his hand and shouted, "Zhao Zhao!"