After shaking off such a sentence coldly, Zou Yang opened the door without looking back and walked out of the house directly.
If Zou Yang felt more resentment towards Zou Mingde before, then, at this time, Zou Yang's heart was full of hatred.
Sometimes, Zou Yang would even wonder if this man was his own father. Zou Yang couldn't think of it. As a father, how could Zou Mingde treat her so cruelly
Coming out of the study, Zou Yang really had nowhere to go. After strolling in the corridor for a while, Zou Yang walked straight towards the attic on the third floor.
In this home, this place is the only place that Zou Yang has nostalgic for.
However, this time, Zou Yang decided to pack up his mother's portrait and take it away.
Zou Yang was thinking, maybe her mother should be very unhappy staying here, right? After all, she also needs to face such disgusting faces every day.
After leaving this home tomorrow, Zou Yang really never wants to return here. If he leaves his mother here alone, Zou Yang is also worried that his mother will be lonely.
Thinking like this in his mind, Zou Yang couldn't help speeding up his steps, and without looking back, he pushed the door into the attic room on the third floor.
At this time, Zou Yang was thinking about how to take away his mother's portrait, but he never noticed that there was a person behind her.
The sky outside had just darkened, and the attic was completely dark at this time.
Before entering the house, a strong musty smell rushed towards him, thinking about it, during this time Zou Yang was not at home, no one came to the attic to see his mother at all.
But this is fine, Zou Yang knows that his mother is a person who likes to be clean, and, like her, she wants to come to her, and she doesn't want to see the faces of unrelated people.
Turning on the only light in the attic, Zou Yang sat down on a small round stool on one side.
Using his cuffs to wipe the dust scattered on his mother's portrait, Zou Yang forbeared for a long time the tears that rushed out like a flood on a dyke.
"Mom, I miss you."
The ruddy little mouth trembled for a long time, and Zou Yang whimpered in his voice.
Zou Yang is just twenty-five years old this year.
If her mother was still alive at this time, she should be like most girls, still snuggling in her mother's arms and acting like a baby.
However, because of the early departure of his mother, Zou Yang had to come to appreciate the mixed flavors of life early.
Holding the portrait of his mother in his hand, Zou Yangxu talked about what happened in the recent period and told his mother one by one, but all things were good, but Zou Yang didn't worry about it at all. Narrate.
Although his mother has left, Zou Yang has always believed that the soul of his mother still stays here. Zou Yang felt that her mother was still listening carefully to every word she said, so Zou Yang did not dare to say bitterness. , She worried that her mother would feel uncomfortable after hearing this...
"Three years ago, my daughter told you that my daughter was going to marry, and today he also lives in this home. Unfortunately, my daughter can't bring him up to see you, he..."
Hearing that Zou Yang mentioned himself in the room, Qin Yucheng subconsciously raised his ears and craned his neck, wanting to hear what Zou Yang would say.
However, before Zou Yang had finished speaking, the sudden quarrel broke the silence of the attic, and also interrupted Zou Yang's half-talking.
Looking back in the direction of the sound, a trace of anger slowly burned under the deep black eyes.
Perceiving this emotion in his heart, Qin Yucheng couldn't help being surprised.
He actually cared about Zou Yang's opinion of him. He actually cared about how Zou Yang would judge him in front of her mother.
crazy!
Qin Yucheng thought he must be crazy.
He kept Zou Yang by his side, and his only purpose was to make Zou Yang feel painful. All he needed to do was to torture her.
At this time, Zou Yang in the attic also noticed the quarrel outside and couldn't help putting his mother's portrait back on the table, got up, and walked towards the outside of the attic.
When Zou Yang came out, Qin Yucheng's figure had disappeared at the corner of the stairs.
"Hehe, what kind of stuff do you think you are, but you still want to give birth to a child for Yu Cheng. You don't think about yourself, so do you deserve it?"
Out of the attic door, Sun Yingqing's sharp voice came over clearly.
"I do not deserve
Is it worthy of you? "
"Whether I am worthy or not, I have already been pregnant with Brother Yu Cheng's child. How about you? All day long, it is said that you are living with Brother Yu Cheng, but you can't even lay an egg."
"If you want me to say, I'm afraid that the living together is also false. You made it up to comfort yourself, right?"
In the face of Sun Yingqing's ridicule, Zou Yuting was also unwilling to show weakness, and her words were full of resentment.
Seeing the scene like a cockfight in front of him, Zou Yang watched all this in silence.
When Sun Yingqing also proposed to stay, Zou Yang knew this would happen.
However, with Sun Yingqing, Zou Yang had stopped. If Sun Yingqing hadn't been blocking her, it is estimated that Zou Yuting would have rushed to her trouble by this time.
"What? You said that my cohabitation with Yu Cheng was made up? Huh! I really convinced your imagination."
"I see, your pregnancy is fabricated? Or, even if you are pregnant, the child who accidentally miscarried in your stomach may not be Yu Cheng. Yu Cheng, I know him too well. From his perspective, he wouldn’t be attracted to you at all, and he wouldn’t say any extra words to you, let alone slept with you."
Looking diagonally at Zou Yuting, Sun Yingqing said disdainfully.
"You... what are you talking about? Who, who said that my child who miscarried by accident was not from Brother Yu Cheng
"Brother Yu Cheng admits it himself, what's up with you?"
Zou Yuting's face changed, and her words intermittently refuted Sun Yingqing.
In the past, if someone said that Zou Yuting was inferior to herself, or questioned Zou Yuting's strength, then Zou Yuting must immediately become like a cat with blown up hair, and she can’t wait to erect her paws immediately and scratch her opponent severely.
However, this time, in the face of Sun Yingqing's ridicule, Zou Yuting actually refuted a few words hastily and died down.
No matter how you look at it, it really doesn't look like Zou Yuting's style.
Is there really something tricky in this
Looking at Zou Yuting's somewhat dodging eyes under Sun Yingqing's gaze from a distance, Zou Yang frowned, not only secretly guessing in her heart.
(End of this chapter)