Chapter 347

Ji Zhengting's heart was sharp and he looked into her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"If you didn't make the decision to discuss with your mother about giving us the villa here, your mother would not know that my mother and they live here, and my family would not be insulted like this today..." Song Qingcheng's face was full of sadness and sadness. She felt out of control for a moment, and then said, "Ji Zhengting, you should know your family better than I do. You know they can't agree, but you still tell them about it. Where do you put my family?"

At the thought of her family being abused as a stray dog, her tears came like rain, and her heart was as if she had been crushed countless times.

"I don't know about it at all." Ji Zhengting's voice is stiff, which is more obvious than his face.

The Song Dynasty was stunned.

A pair of eyes with a layer of water mist are wandering around him, as if to explore the truth of his words.

"Only you and I know about this. Will I go to your family and look for shame?" Song Qingcheng was dubious of his existence.

Ji Zhengting took a deep breath and brewed his mood. "I'm also very confused about how my mother and Ji Ling know my house here. But I can assure you, I never mentioned it to them

His tone was firm, as if he were swearing.

"Then why do they know my mother lives with you?" Song Qingcheng needs a reasonable explanation.

As she said, only she and Ji Zhengting know about it. Obviously, it can't be said by herself, so the only possibility is to say it from him.

What Zhou Shaojing said is also very clear. He learned that his sister was hospitalized, including that they lived in Ji Zhengting's villa on the Second Ring Road, from Ji Zhengting's own ears.

Ji Zhengting is dumb.

This matter, he also confused.

Song Qingcheng saw that he was speechless, and sighed with disappointment, "I won't go back this time. Grandma, you can explain."

Leaving a message, she carried the bag to the side of the road. At this time, just a taxi came, she reached out to stop.

Ji Zhengting stood in the night, watching her get on the car and leave, but couldn't find any chance to stay.

He knew it was not clear.

……

This night, Ji Zhengting did not go home. The car stopped at the side of the road in front of the villa and spent the night in the car.

That home Let him feel too tired, too tired!

……

After Song Qingcheng left that night, she directly moved things back to her former home. She didn't stay at home. She didn't even want to look at the culprit's father. She put things down and left.

In the next few days, she spent all her time in the flower shop except going to the hospital to help her mother take care of her sister.

She had no place to live, so she stayed on duty in the flower shop at night, and then rested on the sofa in the flower shop. When she gets up in the morning, she washes in the bathroom of the florist. She worries about being seen. After washing, she puts her things in her bag.

In a flash, a week passed.

In a week, she had no contact with Ji's family, because her mobile phone was broken and she didn't go to buy it again.

It's like we've all disappeared from our lives. It's like that those months were a dream. Now we wake up and everything goes back to what it used to be.

This kind of life belongs to her. Ordinary, simple!

A few days before New Year's Eve, song Qingcheng, at the request of her mother, went through the discharge procedures for her sister. Back to where I used to live.

Unexpectedly, just returned to the door, and so on to the door in the sun grandma a word not to see.

"Oh, why don't you live in your big villa and come here again?" The old lady of Song said sarcastically.

The mother and daughter did not speak and sent song Xiaomei back to her room. Song's mother began to clean up the housework. It's been less than a month since I moved out. The house is in a mess.

Dirty clothes, socks and even song Fu's shorts were lost everywhere. The windows in the room were closed. I don't know how long it was not ventilated. There was a damp and musty smell in the room.

And A bad smell.

It's probably the smell of dirty clothes.

But, no!

Song's mother put all the dirty clothes in the big laundry bucket, and then smelled the bad smell to the kitchen.

The dirty dishes and bowls in the sink and the flying leftovers in the garbage can give off a sour smell.

The smell got into her nostrils and made her sick for a time. She pushed open the only window in the kitchen and came out of the kitchen with her mouth covered.

"What's the matter, Ma?" Song Qingcheng just came out of the room and saw his mother covering her mouth and nose. Her face was ugly.

"It's OK. Go to your room and have a rest." Song's mother quickly put down her hand and subconsciously blocked her daughter for fear that she would see those disgusting things in the kitchen."I'm not tired. My sister wants some water. I'll burn some." Song Qingcheng has a kettle in her hand.

"I'll do it. I'll boil the water." Song's mother snatched the kettle from her hand. The thing to boil water is in the kitchen, so mother song is so nervous.

"Mom, are you ok?" Song Qingcheng thinks his mother is strange.

"It's OK, mom. What can I do for you?" Song's mother forced out a smile again.

"Then I'll soak the clothes." Song Qingcheng didn't think much about it.

Song's mother nodded, so it's better to send her daughter away.

After going to the kitchen to boil water, song's mother covered her mouth and nose with a scarf, so she could barely clean up in the kitchen.

The garbage can doesn't even have a garbage bag. It's a lot of trouble to deal with. Song's mother cleaned up the kitchen for half an hour before she got rid of the smelly garbage and quickly put the bag away.

It's disgusting!

The leftovers in the kitchen, at least half a month later, can be thrown out in the winter.

The health of the family is obviously neglected.

The takeout boxes on the table are stacked one layer after another. The kitchen was ruined like that, but I think both of them spent their time on takeout.

Mother and son's lazy genes are too strong.

Song's mother cleaned up a kitchen for nearly two hours. In the bathroom, song Qingcheng has soaked all the dirty clothes in a lot of washing liquid.

Two buckets full of dirty clothes, without socks, underwear and so on.

The water in the bucket is even more black.

Song Qingcheng couldn't see it. He had to pour out the water in the bucket and soak it in clean water again.

In my heart, I was both cowardly and angry.

Mother and daughter packed up a day full of, just put up a little bit of home appearance. I can't help it. It's almost new year's day. There must be some atmosphere for the new year.