Zhou Jingze walked out of the school gate, took a taxi, got in it, and gave the address in a low voice. He was sitting in the back seat of the car, leaning his elbows on the window sill, tapping the glass with his fingertips repeatedly, and finally he simply lowered the window, and the cold wind came in, and the restlessness and irritability in his heart still remained undiluted.
Since Zhou Jingze tripled the money, the driver quickly sent him to the destination—under the Lishu. Under the lychees is a typical area for rich people, with clusters of villas and brilliant lights, the people who live here are either rich or expensive.
Standing in front of a brightly lit villa, Zhou Jingze snorted. He didn't know how long he hadn't been here. He walked in, and Aunt Tao, the nanny, came out to greet him. When she saw Zhou Jingze, her voice was eagerly surprised: "The young master is back, have you eaten yet? Aunt Tao will cook two of your favorite dishes..."
The two stood in the open space in the vestibule, Zhou Jingze smiled and put his arms around her shoulders: "Don't worry about it, I just finished eating."
"Really, don't lie to Aunt Tao."
Aunt Tao stayed at Zhou's house since she was a child, watched Zhou Jingze grow up, and also devoted herself to taking care of his mother during her lifetime. Later, after they moved out of Amber Lane, no one told them to, and Aunt Tao still came over every half a month to cook a meal for Zhou Jingze, clean the house, and tidy up the house for him.
In Zhou Jingze's mind, she was no different from her relatives.
Zhou Jingze entered the door with his arms around Aunt Tao's shoulders, the smile on his face was completely suppressed the moment he saw Zhou Zhengyan. Aunt Tao said hello and left, leaving room for the father and son.
"Where is grandpa? How is he?" Zhou Jingze went straight to the point.
Zhou Zhengyan coughed lightly, and his usual serious expression was a little unnatural: "I called the doctor, and after the examination found nothing wrong, I sent him back."
Zhou Jingze stared at Zhou Zhengyan with sharp eyes for a second, and then realized that he was deceived by this old thing. If you really care about it, you will be confused. He doesn't know whether to be angry or laugh. Calm down now, how could his grandfather rush to Zhou Zhengyan's birthday party, it would be good if he didn't use a cane to kill Zhou Zhengyan.
The living room is magnificent, the light from the glazed chandelier overflows, and the corner is filled with gifts as high as two hills. Zhou Jingze simply sat on the sofa and raised his stern eyebrows: "What do you want from me? It's hard to trick me here. Maybe you want to hear the nonsense that I wish you "blessings like the East China Sea, long life without boundaries"."
"I can't say such words against my will." The corners of Zhou Jingze's mouth were raised, with obvious irony.
Zhou Zhengyan was so angry that he put the teacup on the table with a "bang", and he was furious: "You bastard, you have to make me angry to death before you are willing?"
Zhou Jingze raised his stern eyebrows, noncommittal. He leaned over and grabbed an apple on the table, then nestled on the sofa and threw the apple in the air with a cynical look.
Being sent such a blessing by his own son on his birthday, Zhou Zhengyan's chest heaved and heaved, and he was half-dead with anger seeing Zhou Jingze's reluctance.
Suddenly, a woman came down from the stairwell. The woman was dressed in plain clothes and cotton slippers, with an obvious gentle temperament. Zhu Ling came to the living room and gave Zhou Jingze a friendly smile: "Jingze, I haven't seen you here for a long time."
Zhou Jingze twitched the corner of his mouth in response.
Zhu Ling walked up to Zhou Zhengyan, and said in a gentle voice, "Zhengyan, Jingze is still young, are you still angry at your age?"
"Help me in the study, there is something I can't move." Zhu Ling went to pull him.
Zhou Zhengyan finally got up and went to help, and Zhou Jingze looked at the backs of the two of them side by side with no expression. Zhu Lin did have some tricks, and put out Zhou Zhengyan's fire in two or three strokes.
Zhou Jingze sat alone in the empty living room, lit a cigarette, smoked twice, felt that it was meaningless to stay any longer, and got up to leave.
Someone rang the doorbell, and Aunt Tao greeted her. The sound of footsteps approached from far to near. Zhou Jingze lowered his head, propped his elbows on his knees with a cigarette in his hand, and smiled slowly as he smelled the scent of perfume.
"Hi, long time no see." Zhao Yan, Zhou Zhengyan's right-hand secretary, was dressed in an OL suit with charming red lips.
"It's been a long time." Zhou Jingze brushed off the cigarette ash with his hand, pursing his lips.
Sitting opposite him, Zhao Yan took out a document from his bag and began to talk about business: "Zhou Zhengyan, the chairman of Zhengshi Group, is willing to donate the two properties under his name and part of the shares of Zhengshi Group unconditionally. You...you only need to sign this contract, and the gift will take effect immediately."
Zhou Jingze listened for a long time before he realized that Zhou Zhengyan had a conscience to find out if he should compensate his son. He interrupted the secretary suddenly: "Just sign it?"
Zhao Yan froze for a moment, nodded, and then handed over the pen and the contract. Zhou Jingze sat lazily on the sofa with the contract spread out on his lap. He turned the pen to the left and glanced at the contract vaguely, "Secretary Zhao, what does this clause mean? Can you explain it?"
Zhao Yan sat next to him and leaned over to explain the clauses. Zhou Jingze sat up a little bit, changed his posture, and accidentally touched Zhao Yan's knee with his knee.
It was very light, intentional or unintentional, hard to tell.
Then he caught a glimpse of Zhao Yan's unnatural expression, and she continued to speak. Zhou Jingze suddenly looked at her, as if she was the only one in his eyes, and his voice was slightly twitching:
"Secretary Zhao, have you changed your perfume? Serge Lutens' black mandala suits you."
"How do you know I changed my perfume?" Zhao Yan looked surprised.
"Because the taste last time... is heart-wrenching." Zhou Jingze said slowly, biting the last two words deliberately.
Boys like Zhou Jingze, who are handsome and a bit vicious, know how to mobilize women's emotions best. After saying this, he opened the distance between the two of them, the fireworks held between his fingertips were scarlet, and he did not speak.
Zhao Yan felt like scratching his heart at this moment, and couldn't help asking: "Really?"
Before Zhou Jingze could reply, a black inkstone box was thrown straight at him, he turned his head sideways, and the corner of the inkstone box flew towards his forehead, and then fell to the ground.
"Why did I raise you and still be such a beast? Even my secretary dared to..." Zhou Zhengyan was so angry that he didn't bother to say the last two words, as if he had retained the last bit of decency.
Zhao Yan came to his senses, knowing that he had made a mistake, he stood up and apologized repeatedly.
A bright red bloodstain immediately appeared on Zhou Jingze's brow bone, and there was a burning pain on his forehead. He lowered his head, licked his lips and smiled.
When Aunt Tao heard the sound, she was shocked and ran into the kitchen to get ice cubes. Zhou Jingze stood up, patted the dust on his pants, and then answered his question in a casual tone: "Isn't this something you have learned since you were a child?"
"You—" Father Zhou was so choked that he couldn't say a word.
Zhou Jingze turned his head to look at the docile woman standing beside Zhou Zhengyan, and kindly reminded: "Aunt Zhu, don't think that marrying into our family is a one-off deal, you have to have a sense of crisis."
Zhu Ling's face was pale and she couldn't say a word.
In the end, Zhou Jingze raised his head and threw the burning cigarette butt into the teacup. The spark made a "zila" sound when it met the water, and finally went out completely.
He walked to the entrance, looked back at them when he remembered something, and said, "In the future, I will save these dramas, and if I have the heart, I can kowtow twice more in front of my mother's grave."
In addition, I will not ask my dad for a penny, so you can rest assured. "Zhou Jingze looked directly at Aunt Zhu.
Zhou Jingze grew up in the freedom brought by the trust fund, which was left to him by his mother since he was born. He is not short of money at all, even if he is so poor that he begs for food, he should not ask Zhou Zhengyan for money.
He walked out of the house and walked out through the courtyard alone. When Aunt Tao chased him out, he was already gone.
Zhou Jingze walked out with one hand in his pocket, the cold wind was severe, and he just walked down the mountain alone because he was afraid of the slope, but he didn't expect to bump into Shi Yuejie who was just going home at the intersection.
Shi Yuejie was wearing a white sweater, and was riding a bicycle up with great effort, his forehead was covered with sweat. The cold wind blew Zhou Jingze's open coat to the side, he glanced at Shi Yuejie, sneered, and looked away from Shi Yuejie, just as he was passing by.
A sharp brake sound sounded, and Shi Yuejie got out of the car panting. He saw the wound on Zhou Jingze's face at a glance, and was about to touch him: "What's going on?"
Zhou Jingze looked away, the disgust in his eyes flashed: "Don't touch me."
Shi Yuejie was not angry either, he parked his bicycle aside, and said in a gentle voice, "Wait for me."
After Shi Yuejie finished speaking, Shi Yuejie ran away, Zhou Jingze stood under the tree and hooked the corners of his lips, he kicked the stones under his feet in boredom, he admired his patience and actually listened to Shi Yuejie's words and waited here .
He just wanted to see what Shi Yuejie wanted to do.
Ten minutes later, Shi Yuejie ran over from the other side of the road and stopped in front of Zhou Jingze panting. He stuffed a bag of things into Zhou Jingze's hand.
Zhou Jingze looked down and found iodine and gauze inside the white plastic bag. He lowered his head and twitched the corners of his lips, threw the medicine into the trash can with his backhand, and said:
"You're courting the wrong person."
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After Zhou Jingze left, Xu Sui and Da Liu ate something outside. After Liu left, Xu Sui was about to go back to school when he received a call from Hu Qianxi.
Hu Qianxi's suppressed and aggrieved cry came from the other end of the phone. Xu Sui frowned and said in a worried tone, "What's wrong with you? Did Sheng Nanzhou bully you?"
"No, I scolded him and ran away. I'm in the dormitory now," Hu Qianxi replied, and said embarrassingly after a while, "I just came to my aunt, sore and hungry."
Xu Sui understood, and answered: "What do you want to eat? I just happened to be outside."
"I want brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, and seaweed and shark's fin porridge," Hu Qianxi sniffled, and added, "Chen Ji's."
Xu Sui laughed, Hu Qianxi is indeed a lovely picky eater, she nodded: "Okay, I'll bring it for you."
"I love you, my follower!" Hu Qianxi confessed immediately.
The shop that Hu Xixi mentioned happened to be near the school. It was opened by an old man named Chen. His porridge was very delicious. Therefore, the business is very hot, and each time you go to eat, you have to wait at least forty minutes.
Maybe because today is the weekend, the guy in the old man's shop asked for leave again, so Xu Sui waited for an hour. She stood at the door drowsy, her eyelids dropped.
Suddenly, the old man called her to stop and handed her the packed porridge with an apologetic expression on his face: "Miss, I'm sorry, I'm too busy today."
Xu Sui took the porridge, shook his head, and said, "It's okay."
When Xu Sui walked out of Chen Ji, a gust of cold wind came, she shrunk her neck subconsciously, and looked forward inadvertently, just in time to see Zhou Jingze get off the taxi.
"Zhou Jingze?" Xu Sui called him uncertainly.
Hearing the sound, Zhou Jingze came over. He was wearing a thin coat, his dark eyebrows were pressed down, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.
"Didn't eat?" Zhou Jingze's voice was hoarse, and he saw the porridge in her hand at a glance.
Xu Sui shook his head and replied, "I brought it to Xixi."
The lights from the billiards room opposite the snack street came over, illuminating Zhou Jingze's facial features three-dimensionally, and at the same time, she saw the bloodstains above his browbones, and opened her eyes slightly: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, I knocked on it." Zhou Jingze smiled lazily, not paying much attention to it.
"wait."
Xu Sui immediately rummaged through the bag and finally found a pink Snoopy Band-Aid. She nervously smoothed out the folds on it and handed it to him.
Zhou Jingze didn't speak, stared at the pink band-aid in her hand for two seconds, and finally moved his eyes to Xu Sui. After Xu Sui read the message "Do you think you would post such a sissy thing?" in his eyes, she realized that she looked a little embarrassed.
Xu Sui withdrew his hand in embarrassment and wrinkled his nose. Zhou Jingze stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly changed his mind and stretched out his hand:
"give it to me."