Chapter 133

"Marry?" Meng Shaoting was startled, cold anger suddenly gushed out of his black eyes. "You're still cheating with Shao Xuan? "Can't?"

Quiet And Steadfast stood there quietly, looking at his expression which was brimming with anger. He actually felt it was quite funny, and couldn't help but ask sarcastically, "How did you know I was going to marry your Third Young Master? I already said this before, I don't want to have anything to do with the people of Meng Family. Five years ago, I married you and our family lost two lives in the process.

"You …" I am sorry for my father's death, I am responsible, but I cannot blame it all on me. And my child, don't forget Fu Jingzhi, you personally took him away! "

He suddenly tightened his grip on his palm and took a step closer, only to see that her face was frighteningly pale. The winter's day was short, and the sun had disappeared somewhere, so even though the living room was bright, he couldn't see her expression clearly. Only a pair of obsidian eyes, filled with a thick layer of ink and sadness, filled his heart. His position started twitching again and again.

"Yes, my father's death has nothing to do with you, so you don't have to take responsibility. If you have to blame something, you can only blame your father for loving me too much, blame him for not wanting my unfilial daughter to be kicked out because she was pregnant so he shamelessly went to your house and begged your parents not to divorce you!" Blame him for being incompetent, blame him for being looked down upon for going bankrupt, so he should have been insulted, insulted, and belittled as worthless. To be cursed at as her daughter in front of him was a despicable thing. Human was a bitch. Son, the child in her womb is a bastard who doesn't know who her father is! He deserves to die, and deserves to die. He cannot blame anyone else! "

Jing didn't know when she started to get angry, but after she finished her long sentence, she fell on the sofa exhausted. The living room was so quiet, and she could hear her own heavy breathing, her head felt like it was about to explode, and her ears gradually heard the incessant buzzing. Jing Zhi slowly held her head, and buried her face in her knees.

The scenes from five years ago were like a nightmare that tortured her. Every time she thought of it, it would cause her heart to be gouged out with pain. She didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to look further, so she put down her hatred.

"Quiet …" What are you talking about? " Meng Shaoting stood there in a daze. Taking two steps forward, he heard a stifled cry, her small body curled up on the sofa, the cry was heavy and mournful, he stood there petrified. Some of the memories in his mind started to run wild, but it seemed like he was gradually clearing up some of his thoughts.

"What exactly is going on with the child? "Also, tell me about Mister Fu's death, Jingwen!" Meng Shaoting pressed a hand on her shoulder and quickly inquired. His frail body trembled non-stop under his palm, and he could not help but pull her up into his embrace. "Jingzhi, tell me everything from the beginning!"

Jingwen was on the verge of fainting from crying, but she stubbornly continued to push him away. She was constantly choked with sobs, and her words were stuttering: "Don't touch me, Meng Shaoting! You scram... I don't want to see you, and I don't want to see anyone from your Meng Family s … "

"What are you doing? Fang Jin is here... " Almost at the same time that he finished speaking, Song Rumei's voice and the sound of the lock being unlocked rang out from outside the living room. Meng Shaoting was shocked as he hurriedly tried to release his hands, but the door had already opened as Song Rumei happily held a few bags of belongings and stood outside, while Fang Jin also stood at the side.

The moment she saw Meng Shaoting, Song Rumei was stunned for a moment. The originally deeply suppressed images in her mind began to stir.

Yes, even if he turned to dust, she would recognize him.

Five years ago, when she was sick in the United States, she knew that she was married because of her body condition. At that time, she was extremely satisfied with Meng Shaoting because the two people in the photo looked like they were raising him. A pair of eyes!

At that time, she had purposely hung up the photo of her daughter and son-in-law in the most conspicuous place in the room. In the end, when the other two Fu Family sisters e-mailed her the news of their divorce and the series of events that had happened in Fu Family, she burned the photo!

But she could not forget this person's face. The people of Meng Family had killed the man she loved the most, and they had caused trouble for her and Zhengzhou's only daughter. When she saw them, she wished that she could kill them all with her own hands!

"Aunty …" Even though Meng Shaoting was somewhat shocked, he quickly calmed himself. He took a few steps forward, smiled slightly, and respectfully opened his mouth …

The moment he said those words, Song Rumei's expression instantly changed. Jingwen stood in front of the sofa, and saw the bag in her mother's hands drop to the ground with a thump. The corner of her mouth was twitching, and her forehead seemed to be throbbing with veins.

As if Song Rumei had suddenly gone mad, she grabbed a round stool by her side and threw it straight at Meng Shaoting: "You ungrateful bastards. "Men, you still have the face to come to our house? I'll beat you to death, beat you to death …"

Seeing that he had dodged, Song Rumei actually let out a weird laugh, and then grabbed onto a wooden tray on the table, smashing it onto Jingzhi's body. "Fu Jingzhi, ah, you're so capable, you're already married, and yet you're still hugging this man at home, have you forgotten about you? How did dad die? You are so despicable! "

Quiet And Steadfast watched helplessly as the sharp corner of the tray was about to smash onto her head. Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed her!

There was no pain in her premonition, only the familiar yet unfamiliar scent of tobacco assaulted her face. She heard a low moan coming from the top of her head. With a cry, he raised his head and saw the thick tray in Song Rumei's hands fall onto Meng Shaoting's head. His face was pale and his teeth were tightly clenched.