Chapter 259

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. There seemed to be some unspeakable spoils flowing in them. Suddenly, the room was quiet, and he looked at her with a smile. She could not help shaking her lashes, but the corner of his lips was a little sullen.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you take it away. If you want to be someone else, I have to wring her leg off. My life and family are all here!"

He said it easily and casually. He didn't care about it. He knew it was sour in his heart and a little inexplicable. He shouldn't be so kind to her, so Unprepared, trusting.

"Do you think I'm still a three-year-old? Will this be all you have? " Jingzhi raised his eyebrows, but a pair of white hands pinched the paper bag, as if afraid that it would suddenly disappear.

He looked at her some lovely little expression, couldn't help but pucker her thin lips and draw a light smile, and the black eyes more and more radiate the light like black diamonds, instead he said with some gloomy tone: "it's really only these, but later, it's not necessarily, it's not sure."

Jing Zhi nods gently, suddenly grabs the cowhide bag, turns around, runs to the sofa, opens his bag, puts the paper bag in, and just pulls up the zipper. He presses it a few times as if he was worried, but his heart is still worried: "otherwise, I will go to the bank to deposit all these?"

Meng shaoting pondered a little: "well, save it in your name."

Jing Zhiwei is stunned for a moment. He wants to say something, but he doesn't say it after all.

She was silent. He didn't know what to say. He seemed to have a lot of tenderness. He seemed to have a lot of words to say to her. At the end of the day, he circled around her chest, but it just turned into a sore heart. He couldn't say a word.

Knock the sound of the door at the right time, quiet know gently relieved: "I go to open the door, may be the delivery of the meal."

Meng shaoting nodded slightly and saw her go to the door and open it.

It wasn't the person who came in.

After a moment's stupefaction, Jingzhi smiled a little, then turned around, walked straight to the bed, sat down in the chair beside him, her expression was as calm as water, but under the calm, it seemed to bring waves.

Meng shaoting's face also darkened. Outside the door stood his parents and his wife.

"Dad, mom, how come you are so late?"

Meng Zhenzong's face was gloomy and frightening. From the moment the door opened, his eyes were fixed on Jing Zhi. Even now, he still did not blink at her.

But that look is not the usual dislike and sullen, only with countless sad and exhausted.

He is really old. This son is no longer kneaded to death in the palm of his hand. His wings are already full, flying to the sky, but sooner or later. He could not control him completely long ago.

Mrs. Meng could not hold her breath. She pushed the half open door open, reached out and pulled Manjun to walk in. She rushed straight to the bedside. She was very angry and laughed. She seemed to be in a hurry. She didn't take care of herself. Her clothes were just what she used to wear, and her makeup was not changed. She was quite old. She raised her head. When she saw this kind of Mrs. Meng under the light, her heart was filled with laughter Sad.

At the beginning, my mother would become so old because of the humiliation of life, but how could she become so now because she has always maintained her dignity?

Even the delicate and smooth hair that used to be in front of people seems to lose its moisture at the moment, while at the temples, there is also a faint white frost.

Quiet know the bottom of my heart secretly sigh, but have a kind of touch.

Her youth is gone.

"What am I doing? I'll see how I've worked hard to raise and hurt my old son and stab my heart! "

Meng Tai seems to be in a bad condition. After finishing this sentence, he comforted her. Manjun hurriedly helped her to sit down on one side and said something softly. He helped her with her back. After a while, she seemed to turn around a little bit, but her spirit was still weak.

Jingzhi peeps at Meng shaoting's eyes. Although Meng shaoting doesn't say anything, his eyebrows are obviously wrinkled, and his eyes are also full of care and worry.

She couldn't help but sneer in her heart. Anyway, it was his parents, the parents who gave birth to him. Even if he was willing to quarrel with her parents for her sake and contradict them for her sake, she was sure that he would abandon her at a critical moment.

"Mom, what do you mean..."

"What do I mean? Shaoting, it's not that your mother said you, you have a wife now, you are married, you have a family and a room, so you can't do anything else. You do this, and you hook up with other women who are not three or four. Together, where do you put Manjun? "

Mrs. Meng tries her best to persuade her. This remark obviously touches Mr. man's mind. She looks at Mr. Meng shaoting with anger and resentment, and then lowers her head. She still puts on a wry smile: "Mom, don't be angry, your body is important."

Hearing this, Mrs. Meng was obviously very helpful. She clapped Manjun's hand with relief: "you are a good child, and our Meng family owes you a debt."

Manjun's tears fell at the right time, but she still forced her face to smile: "Mom, I am not aggrieved, you and dad are very good to me, shaoting He is also very kind to me, I don't feel aggrieved... "

"Till now, he has treated you like this. Fortunately, you still speak for him. Good boy, don't worry. One day when I was out there, those women who are not good at three or four would not want to enter the door!"

She said, holding Manjun's hand, but her eyes were fixed on Jingzhi's face with linglie's hatred.

"Mom, pay attention to what you say." Meng shaoting suddenly opened his mouth. Although his voice was not high, he had a frightening momentum. Manjun was stunned and gave a sudden shudder. He couldn't help looking up his eyes. The eyes were rippling and unspeakable. "Shaoting, mom is not well, so don't make mom angry..."

"Since you know mother's health is not good, why do you have to go back and talk? Manjun, I ask myself that it's etiquette to treat you all the time. You'd better not push your foot. "

Meng shaoting said that, the vulture's eyes were drawn back from Manjun's face, and he just reached out and shook Jingzhi's hand. He felt her little hand was cold and shivering in his package. His heart was filled with endless softness. He could not help whispering in her ear: "Jingzhi, I am here, don't be afraid."

Jingzhi didn't open her mouth. She just lowered her head and bit her teeth. These humiliations are nothing compared with those in those days. She can bear them.

"Shaoting, you and I are husband and wife. Since our relationship is governed by a piece of law, you can't do this to me. I can bear what you do without my knowledge. But you should bring Fu Jingzhi to my side. Shaoting, how can I bear this tone?"

Manjun, with tears in his eyes, cried and said this, then he covered his face and sobbed and turned away.

Manjun's cry was really bleak. The deep sadness and despair in it easily touched the heart strings of Jingzhi. She also remembered that when she divorced mengshaoting, she saw shenmanjun standing beside mengshaoting. They were so kind and loving, and how delicious she felt. It was worse than gouging out her heart with a knife. She almost died of the pain!

"Shaoting! When are you going to make such a fool of yourself? You are not satisfied with Manjun's virtuous and virtuous daughter-in-law. All the smelly ones who have to be fragrant go home. Do you still pay attention to me as a father

Mengzhenzong, who has been silent, sighs at the bottom of his heart. He is tired but still full of confidence.

"Dad, I'm just a waste lying on the bed. The company has a big brother to take care of it. You don't have to worry about it, and you don't have to worry about me. Why do you have to force me now? You've been saying that I know it's not good here and it's not good there. Even if she's really not good, but I like her now. I just want to keep her by my side. As for Manjun, if I have to let one down, I have to say sorry to her. "

"Nonsense!" Meng Zhenzong is enraged by his indifferent tone. He rushes over and hits him with one slap. Jing knows that her eyes, which have been calm and waveless, are wrinkling suddenly. Before she can react, she has stood up and pushed open Meng Zhenzong's hands.