Anji lay on the sofa, her hands fell from the sofa, and her fingertips just touched the scattered papers on the ground.
Amber eyes stared blankly at the crystal lamp above his head, the broken light spread in the bottom of his eyes, like scattered broken diamonds, shining brightly.
ding dong—
Anji looked at the door.
Did those people come to trouble him so late
ding dong—
An Ji got up from the sofa, stepped on the paper all over the floor, and went to open the door.
There was no one outside the door, and there were two bags at the door.
An Ji frowned, he looked into the corridor, there was no one in the empty corridor.
After a long while, An Jing squatted down and dipped the plastic bag with her hand.
The plastic bag wasn't what An Ji thought it was. It contained some disgusting things. Inside were several exquisite small boxes that looked like a midnight snack.
An Ji squatted there for a while, and finally he got up and entered the house with the two bags.
An Ji closed the door, put the bag on the cabinet in the entrance, and took it out to throw it away when she planned to go out.
How could Anji dare to eat such a thing of unknown origin.
Those people... there's no telling what's going to happen to them.
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a certain neighborhood.
"Lao Feng, is your car nice? Just bought it?"
Feng Yong got out of the car he had just picked up, with a smug look on his face: "500,000, how's it going."
The man was surprised: "Where did you get rich?"
Feng Yong suddenly became humble: "I didn't make a fortune, I didn't make a fortune."
The man sighed: "Lao Feng, you are not being kind, you have a way to make a fortune, and you don't talk to your brothers."
Feng Yong: "How can it be, I will never forget you when it comes to making money."
The man obviously didn't believe it: "By the way, I heard that you were taken to the hospital a few days ago?"
Feng Yong: "Who did you listen to?"
The man said, "My aunt works in the hospital. She said she saw you, and there was a very beautiful little girl who came to see you. Who is that person?"
Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat.
He said perfunctorily: "Just a relative's child. I was drunk and fell a few days ago. It's nothing serious. Well, I'll go home first."
Feng Yong hurried to his house.
Feng Yong was the man who was beaten peacefully in the bar that day.
He woke up not long after he was taken to the hospital.
Then I saw Chuzheng and asked him if he wanted to be private.
Feng Yong was beaten, how could he be private.
He even said what he refused, and the other party said that he was willing to give him half a million.
However, even if he was smashed with blood, the prosecution for this matter would cost less than 500,000 yuan. Someone gave him money, and Feng Yong had no reason to refuse.
"Wife, I'm back." Feng Yong opened the door and felt that something was wrong. Why is it so quiet today
At this time on weekdays, his wife usually turns on the TV to cook.
Feng Yong took a strange look inside and found that the TV was on, but silent.
"Wife?"
Feng Yong changed his shoes and went in, and before he reached the living room, he was still there.
On the sofa, his wife sat silently, and on the other side sat a little girl who was looking at him casually.
"How did you come?"
Feng Yong came back to his senses and went over immediately.
"What are you doing here? Isn't that all over?"
He agreed to be private, why did this man come to his house
How did you find his home
Chu Zheng glanced at him coldly: "In the bar, you harassed that boy first?"
"Who harassed him first? He made the first move." Feng Yong said.
Chuzheng: "I watched the surveillance."
Feng Yong's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his voice: "Let's go out and talk."
"Feng Yong!" The woman who had been silent suddenly snorted: "For so many years, I have been a bull and a horse for your Feng family, giving birth to a son for you, and inheriting the lineage. Is this how you treat me?"
Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition.
He swallowed and pretended to be calm: "Wife, what are you talking about?"
"I said why you don't want to touch me more, let you go to bed and dawdling, every time you are perfunctory. After a long time, you don't like women at all!"
The woman got up and threw the thing in her hand on Feng Yong's face: "You really make me sick!"
The photos were scattered on the ground, and Feng Yong immediately turned pale when he saw the people above.
"Feng Yong, I want to divorce you!"
The woman ran out crying, Feng Yong's mind was still buzzing, and he stood there with a pale face.
"I thought you were just fighting with him, but I didn't expect you to dare to touch him." Chu Zheng's voice pulled back Feng Yong's thoughts: "You are quite brave."
"Are you sick!!"
Feng Yong suddenly roared at Chuzheng.
Come to his house and let his family know about his sexuality.
The marriage and family he had worked so hard to manage for so many years was all over.
Chuzheng: "Who told you to touch him?"
His sexual orientation has nothing to do with Chuzheng at all, and he shouldn't, and he shouldn't have any crooked thoughts.
Feng Yong drank some wine at the time. Seeing that the boy was alone, he was still the type he liked. Driven by alcohol, he just wanted to chat up and take advantage of it. Who knows what happened next.
If he knew, where would he go.
Chuzheng walked out of the community.
Feng Yong's wife was standing outside the community, her eyes were red and swollen with tears.
She stopped Chuzheng: "Thank you for telling me this, otherwise I'll be kept in the dark by him, maybe I won't know it for the rest of my life..."
A woman is not discriminatory, she just can't accept that her husband is a...
And he also lied to himself to give birth to a son in their family.
Chuzheng thought about it for a while and asked her to remember her phone number: "If you have trouble getting a divorce, call me."
The woman was in tears, her voice choked: "Thank you."
[Congratulations to Miss for getting a thank you card × 1]
Chuzheng: "… "
I'm here to teach a lesson to the person who bullied my good guy card.
-
An Ji did not expect that for the next few days, he would receive supper every night.
Every delivery is different.
When Tian Anji went to the street, he came across a store with the same LOGO as the bag. He thought about it and entered that store.
When I came out, I was carrying a small bag in my hand, just a little... more than two hundred yuan.
Of course, it's not that Anji can't afford it, but who gives him those things every day
[Ji: You gave me something? ]
[Jiu Jiu Ling: What? ]
The bar owner responded quickly.
[Silence: Figure]
Anji sent the picture over.
[Jiu Jiu Ling: What is this? food? I didn't send it to you, did you receive it? ]
Looking at the message sent by the bar owner, An Ji frowned slightly.
[Jiu Jiu Ling: Don't eat indiscriminately. I heard some fans are crazy, maybe poisonous! ]
[Silence:… ]
At some book signings or events, some writers do receive some messy things, and I heard that some writers receive food with needles hidden in them.
But Anji never participated in these activities.
No one knows where he lives, and readers are unlikely.
An Ji put the phone back in her pocket, and when she walked downstairs to the unit, she saw a few people standing below from a distance.
It was those people a few days ago who came to ask his mother's whereabouts again.
An mother coaxed the man to give her a suite, and heard that there was still a lot of savings.
Now things are down, and Mother An is nowhere to be seen.
He, a living man, became their target.
An Jing didn't want to quarrel with these people, so she turned and left.
"Wow… "
The cry of a child came from the side.
An Ji looked over there, a little girl was standing in front of a child who looked only three or four years old, and the child looked at her and cried a lot.
*
Monthly pass, babies!
Duck!
Duck!
Duck for Master Zheng! !