Chapter 82

He stared blankly at the timid girl in front of him, and suddenly grabbed her somewhat roughly and pushed her into his embrace. Meng Shaoxuan lowered his head, the tip of his nose brushing against her short hair as he tried to sniff the smell of her hair with all his might …

No, not here... Meng Shaoxuan turned Zhi Zun's tiny body around in his embrace. He sniffed a few times with his face pressed against her neck like a puppy, and his pitch-black eyes suddenly lit up. He wanted to struggle free from his embrace, but he didn't expect his embrace to be even tighter. It was as if he wanted to lock his body into his embrace …

Knowing her friends scared her. This was the main road, and the distance to her home wasn't that far. If she were to run into someone she knew, her reputation … He was already in such a sorry state! "No one can stand up to anything!

"Let go! "Let me go …" Knowing that she was desperately resisting, the man who was embracing her from behind suddenly opened his mouth gently, as if he was probing her, "Second Sister-in-Law …"

As the words left his mouth, Zhi Zun was stunned, Meng Shaoxuan was also stunned.

A few seconds later, he reacted, regretting so much that his intestines turned green! He was clearly trying to say "quiet knowledge", why did he nervously shout "Second Sister-in-Law"?

"Change. "State!" Zhi Zun's face turned red. She raised her elbow and smashed it into Meng Shaoxuan's ribs …

"Ouch!" Meng Shaoxuan loosened his hands in pain, covered his sore spot and bent down, knowing that he had seized the chance to escape from his embrace, he gathered up his courage, bit on his teeth and fiercely stepped on his leg, then ran away in a hurry …

Meng Shaoxuan watched as Zhi Ming nimbly passed through the crowd. Not long later, he saw nothing more.

He stood there silently, his tall and slightly thin body standing out in the noisy and hurried crowd. On his overly delicate face, the hostility in the corners of his eyes had grown even more intense.

In fact, because Meng Shaoxuan had been taking care of his sickness for a long time, he could not see it, and did not study for a few days. No one held him back at home, so his big brother, second brother, was happy for him. Since he did not want to steal their limelight, although he looked good, his actions were not as elegant and decent as his elder brother, the second brother. Lang, he was not afraid of anyone, he only relied on his own heart to do things, and such actions, in the eyes of the two elders of the Meng Family and the upper class of society, were unbearably crude and rude, but he himself did not care.

He only knew that in his heart, there was a Second Sister-in-Law, and that he wasn't willing to like anyone else. Since the beginning, there had been no news about her, but now that he met her, she was actually in two similar places to the Second Sister-in-Law. Although she wasn't a quiet person, for some reason, he just felt some unspeakable feelings towards her.

Meng Shaoxuan stood there for a long time, and slowly raised his hand. He took a light sniff, and the faintly discernable fragrance of the Gardenia Flower still remained on her body. He could not help but clench his palm tightly, as if he wanted to keep this smell inside of his body for a long period of time.

When he was close to home, his footsteps couldn't help but falter. When he walked to the mouth of the alley, he could see his house's old house. A row of clothes and a blanket were hung on the balcony on the second floor. He was leaning against the wall, grabbing at his own neck, the fire left by that strange man's touch earlier. The hot touch was still as distinct as ever. She felt a little frightened and angry. Her temper had been tempered for the past few years, but this time, she couldn't help but feel angry.

What a strange person. As she stood at the mouth of the alley, she felt the cool breeze blowing. She gradually woke up and absent-mindedly remembered that the man seemed to be the boss of the first stage Jing Xuan that she met last time.

But how could she mistake him for Meng Shaoting? That back just now really did look seventy to eighty percent alike.

Zhi Zhi carefully avoided a puddle of water. The shoes on her feet were the only pair of sandals. She was wearing them with great care.

"Hey, do you know? You're back! Hurry up and go back. You …" "Mom is looking for you …"

After walking a few steps, she ran into Auntie Lin who was next door. Auntie Lin carried a basket of vegetables with her hand and looked at the petite Auntie Lin with some sympathy.

Zhi Xin quickly walked home and said, "Auntie Lin, I understand, thank you."

Auntie Lin looked at his retreating back and could not help but shake her head and sigh. "This child doesn't look like that kind of woman."

He ran up the stairs, sweat beading on his forehead. The door was ajar, but there was no sound coming from inside the house. He pushed the door, and suddenly something smashed into her forehead. The voice then followed, "Why are you so shameless? What kind of people do you have to run over there and stick to them, huh? Why aren't you willing to meet the target that your Aunt Chen introduced you to? With your dirty body, what do you want? "

Blood trickled down and covered her eyes, and when she saw that the thing her mother had used to smash her was a tattered iron alarm clock, she didn't say a word. She lowered her head and looked at the broken alarm clock.

I can't hate my mother, I was the one who caused her to become like this, my mother lived a life of luxury, she was only dragged into it by my father, she was angry at me, she hit me, it was only right that my mother would not blame me, if my mother was like my father, still thinking about her at the last moment of her life, thinking about her most beloved daughter, believing in her, unconditionally trusting her, loving her, then she would feel bad, only then would she be able to walk for so long in my father's hands, thinking about that day when the snow flew everywhere, and her heart would be like a knife.

"Mom …" You take it easy, you listen to me... The person that Aunt Chen introduced me to is already in his fifties … "He's also disabled …"

Zhiqiang smiled, his eyes slightly raised. He saw his mother, wearing a pale blue blouse she had washed, sitting in front of the window, fuming. She held a fan in her hand, pointing it at Zhiqiang and cursing her repeatedly.

When Song Rumei heard this, and saw the bloodstain on his daughter's forehead, she couldn't help but feel some regret in her heart. "I knew you were coming over."

Knowing that, he covered his wound with a hand and felt a chill in his heart, yet he still slowly walked over. Squatting in front of Song Rumei, he timidly said, "Mother …"

Her face was covered in blood, and her clear eyes carried a crystal mist. Song Rumei felt her heart ache for a moment, as if she was her daughter.

Who didn't do a few silly things when they were young? Didn't she already know that he was already married, yet she still gave birth to knowledge with him? Regardless of whether she and Zhengzhi truly loved each other or not, in the eyes of the people, she, Song Rumei, was a third party.

As he thought of this, a sense of guilt arose in his heart. He raised his hand and was about to slowly touch that familiar face …

Zhi Zhi looked at her mother in shock. Was the look in her eyes the kind of love and pity she'd been yearning for so long? She did not dare to think about it. She tried her best to widen her eyes and trembled slightly. "Mother …"

"Knowing …" It was the first time that Song Rumei's voice was this gentle. His rough fingers trembled as if they were about to land on her face, and she closed her eyes that were filled with anticipation for her mother's arrival. She could gently touch him with her hand. If this was real, then no matter how bitter she was, she wouldn't feel even the slightest bit of sadness!

"You-you are indeed like that! Who touched you? Who left this thing on you? Speak, speak! "

I don't know if I waited for my mother. Her head was being grabbed by her mother, causing her to shake violently. A strand of her hair was being torn off crazily, as if she was a rag doll that couldn't move. Her worn-out T-shirt was being pulled down to her shoulders, and her mother's rough hands were using all her strength to pull at her thin neck.

She wasn't an innocent little girl. Of course she knew. That person had left a mark on her neck. How could she be so foolish? Why didn't I think of leaving something like this for Mom to see when I got home?