Lying quietly on the sofa, my hands hang down from the sofa, and my fingertips just hit the scattered paper on the ground.

Amber eyes stared at the crystal lamp above his head without any hesitation, and the broken light spread in his eyes, like falling diamonds, shining brightly.

Dingdong—

Anji looked into the door.

Are those people coming here so late to cause trouble for him?

Dingdong—

Anji 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, and he looked into the corridor, the empty corridor, no one.

After a while, Anji squatted down and used his hand to dial the plastic bag.

The plastic bag was not what Anji thought, it contained some disgusting things, and there were a few exquisite small boxes inside, which looked like a midnight snack.

Anji squatted there for a while, and finally he got up and entered the house with the two bags.

Anji closed the door and placed the bag on the cabinet in the entrance hall. He planned to take it out and throw it away when he was about to go out.

How dare Anji eat such things with unknown origins?

Those people... might do something.

-

A certain community.

"Old Feng, is your car good? I just bought it?"

Feng Yong got out of his newly picked car, his face full of pride: "Five hundred thousand, how about it?"

The man was surprised: "Where did you make a fortune?"

Feng Yong suddenly became modest: "I didn't make a fortune."

The man uttered: "Old Feng, you are not kind enough now. You have a way to make a fortune, and you won't talk to your brothers."

Feng Yong: "Then how can you make money? I will never forget you."

The man obviously didn't believe it: "By the way, I heard you were sent 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. There is a very beautiful little girl coming to see you. Who is that person?"

Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat.

He said perfunctorily: "It's just a relative's child. I got drunk a few days ago and fell down. It's nothing big. That one, I'll go home first."

Feng Yong hurried to his home.

Feng Yong was the man who was beaten by Anji in the bar that day.

He woke up shortly after being taken to the hospital.

Then I saw Chu Zheng and asked him if he would like to settle it privately.

Feng Yong was beaten, so he was reluctant to settle it privately.

He even said something he refused, and the other party said he was willing to give him 500,000.

But even if he was hit with some blood, it would cost less than 500,000 yuan to be prosecuted. Someone gave him money, so Feng Yong could not refuse.

"Wife, I'm back." Feng Yong opened the door and felt 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 looked inside strangely and found that the TV was on, but it didn't sound.

"Wife?"

Feng Yong changed his shoes and went in. Before he could reach the living room, he was all set there.

On the sofa, his wife sat silently, and a little girl was sitting on the other side, looking at him casually.

"Why are you here?"

Feng Yong came to his senses and went over immediately.

"What are you doing? Isn't that all?"

He agreed to settle the matter privately, why did this man come to his house?

How did you find his house?

Chu Zheng glanced at him coldly: "In the bar, did you harass that boy first?"

"Who harasses him first? It's his move first." Feng Yong said.

Chu Zheng: "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 shouted: "For so many years, I have been a cow and a horse for your Feng family, gave birth to a son for you, and passed on the family line. That's how you treat me?"

Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad premonition.

He swallowed his saliva and pretended to be calm: "Wife, what are you talking about?"

"I said why don't you want to touch me too much, so you can go to bed and be perfunctory every time. After a long time, you don't like women at all!"

The woman stood up and threw the thing in her hand on Feng Yong's face: "You really make me disgusted!"

The photos were scattered on the ground, and Feng Yong immediately turned pale when he saw the person above.

"Feng Yong, I want to divorce you!"

The woman ran out crying, and Feng Yong's mind was still buzzing, standing there with a pale face.

"I thought you were just in conflict 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."

"You are sick!!"

Feng Yong suddenly roared at Chu Zheng.

Run to his house and let his family know his sexual orientation.

He worked hard to manage his marriage and family for so many years, and it was all over.

Chu Zheng: "Who told you to touch him?"

His sexual orientation has nothing to do with Chu Zheng. He shouldn't have to do anything wrong.

Feng Yong drank some wine at that time. Seeing that the boy was the same type he liked. Driven by alcohol, he just wanted to go up and talk to him and take advantage of it. Who knew that the next thing would happen?

If he knew, he would go there.

Chu Zheng walked out of the community.

Feng Yong's wife stood outside the community, her eyes were swollen and she was still with tears.

She called Chu Zheng: "Thank you for telling me this, otherwise I would be kept in the dark by him, and I might never know it in my life..."

Women are not discriminating, they just can't accept it. Her husband is...

And he also deceived himself to give birth to a son and pass on the family line.

Chu Zheng thought about it and asked her to remember her phone number: "If there is difficulty in divorce, call me."

The woman was crying and her voice choked: "Thank you."

【Congratulations to the young lady for receiving the thank you card x1】

Chu Zheng: "..."

I'm here to teach the person who bullies my good guy card.

-

Anji didn't expect that he would receive midnight snacks every night in the next few days.

The things delivered are different every time.

One day, Anji went to the street and met a store with the same logo as the bag. He thought about it and entered the store.

When I came out, I was carrying a small bag in my hand, just a little... more than two hundred yuan.

Of course, Anji is not that he can't afford to consume, but who gives him those things every day?

[Ji: Did you send me something?]

[Jiujiu Ling: What?]

The bar owner responded quickly.

[Silent: Picture]

Anji sent the picture over.
To be continued...