In the past, Zhao Jindong always wanted Song Chen to try it, but Song Chen just didn't want to try it, although he wanted to eat it himself.

Now he tried it, and at first he didn't have any effort, but in less than ten seconds he couldn't eat it, but this feeling was so damn that it made him addicted. It seemed that his mouth was full, his heart was full, and he was no longer panicked.

It's okay for Zhao Jindong. He had known for a long time that Song Chen shouldn't be able to eat it.

The heating in the Zhao family was turned on early and full, and the house was as warm as spring. Mrs. Zhao stood in front of the window in her nightgown, staring at the yard.

It’s all over now, and Zhao Yungang hasn’t come back yet, so she is a little worried.

Zhao Yungang sat in the car with a solemn expression.

Zheng Hong fell to the ground and got up in panic. She saw Zhao Yun just got out of the car and stopped in front of her.

She raised her head tremblingly. The moment the car accelerated and rushed towards her just now, she really thought Zhao Yungang would hit her directly.

"I hope there is no next time," Zhao Yungang said: "The next time I will step on the brakes, but the accelerator."

He squatted down and raised Zheng Hong's chin with one hand. Zheng Hong looked at her in horror, trembling with tears.

"Say, how did you know?"

"Yes...you told me that once, you got drunk..."

Zhao Yungang was drunk and kept crying.

In fact, he rarely gets drunk, and he has a very good alcohol tolerance. He is usually tough and tough. When he sees him crying like this, Zheng Hong is still at a loss.

She could only hold Zhao Yungang's head and comfort him.

She was Zhao Yungang who conquered her with her female charm.

Zhao Yungang said: "I'm sorry for you."

She couldn't understand at first, but she suddenly understood it in Zhao Yungang's intermittent sobs. In fact, she was not too panicked at the moment. In her eyes, if she had known a man like Zhao Yungang, there would definitely be many unknown secrets.

Zhao Yungang was born with a business mind, but he could not be a victorious general in the turbulent business circle. The biggest failure in his life was the crisis of bankruptcy that year.

He is different from Song Zhiyuan. He started from scratch and endured too much hardship to have such a status and wealth today. He can't afford to lose, nor can he lose, and he can't get up as soon as he loses.

When a person is forced to have his eyes red, his heart becomes dark.

"Do you really want to save me when I see you?" Zheng Hong cried and said, "I have nothing left. If I don't pay back the money, I will die in your hands. Since that's the case, I might as well die in your hands!"

As she said that, she was about to grab Zhao Yungang's leg. Zhao Yungang took a step back and said, "You are more reluctant to die than anyone else. If you really want to die, you can jump into the river at any time."

"Aren't you afraid that I will tell Song Chen?!" Zheng Hong shouted hysterically: "Tell him what kind of hypocrite he loves most in his eyes is!"

"I know whether Xiaochen is false or is it from the true love of a father. I know it in my heart, and he knows it in my heart. If you still have a conscience, you should jump to the river honestly and not drag your son." Zhao Yungang asked: "Do you want to drag your son to jump with you? I gave everything to him. Do you want me to take it back? Do you see if he hates me or you at that time?"

Zheng Hong stood up and said, "Why, why, I just want some money. What does this little money count for you?"

Zhao Yungang probably thought her words were ridiculous, so he sneered: "Because your greed is a bottomless pit, you should only jump into it, and no one needs to be responsible for you. Zheng Hong, I will do my best to you, don't threaten me, otherwise I will kill you and you will not be covered in the hands of blood. When I am still me, you will only sink into the river and rot into mud."

As soon as Zhao Yun opened the car door, he sat behind. His driver ran over from afar and drove over Zheng Hong in the car. Zheng Hong got up from the ground, mud was stained with her body and was still shaking.

The one move she made was unsuccessful. Is she going to have too many things?

Regret, regret, she should probably need zero less.

The matter was not yet reached the last step, and she didn't want to be killed with Zhao Yunteng. She didn't want to die, but for her, having no money was even more terrifying than dying, and she couldn't stand it.

Zheng Hong clenched her fists, it seemed that she had to take the second step.

It was also God who helped her, Zhao Jindong and Song Chen looked quite loving now.

So she sent a message to Zhao Jindong, looking towards the river in the cold wind, the river water was cold and rippling, and one or two large ships occasionally sailed across the river.

When the message was sent, Zhao Jindong's cell phone lit up, but he had no intention of looking at it. He leaned over and took a piece of toilet paper, and carefully wiped Song Chen's butt.

Song Chen lay there and couldn't move anymore.

Oh my god, he feels so tired.

"Why have you been so long?" He was so tired that he didn't even feel shame: "I told you that I'm really scared. If you have such a long time in the future, I can't stand it."

Zhao Jindong threw the tissue into the bucket and said, "It's different."

"Why are the difference?" Song Chen quickly picked up the quilt and covered it.

Zhao Jindong picked up his pajamas and put them on, then went to hug Song Chen. Song Chen immediately rolled to the other side of the bed. He smiled and said, "It's different. It's definitely not that long to do it."

He said, stretching out his hand: "I won't move you anymore. Look at you're scared."

He hugged Song Chen and said, "You were the ones you took, but it was just like my dissatisfaction. In the middle of the night, you were so troubled that you lost all your sleepiness."

"Whoever is trying to do that," Song Chen was powerless to argue with him. His mouth was sore and his hands were sore. He was sore just now that his arms and legs hurt because of Zhao Jindong. Now he wants to sleep and doesn't want to do anything.

"Go to sleep." Zhao Jindong also knew that he was tired, "I'll hug you."

Song Chen took a few breaths like a dead person, and suddenly reached into Zhao Jindong's pajamas again. Zhao Jindong said, "Don't slut."

"I'll hold me to sleep." Song Chen said strongly and a little embarrassed.

He was tired and a little happy, so he hoped that he would not have such a terrible dream again.

He just dreamed that he had become a Song Chen standing in the sea of ​​fire, and stood on the roof, with a fire burning down, and he walked along the roof again.

It seems like it will fall down if you are not careful.

The person in the dream was him, not him. The old housekeeper shouted: "Xiao Chen, you can't do this!"

The tiles under his feet were very hot and began to burn his feet. He accidentally fell off his head.

He is so familiar with all this, this is the latest chapter in "Divorce" he wrote.

He was so scared that he woke up from the nightmare, as if he would fall back to his original world.

If all this is just a dream, what should I do? When a person is in a dream, how can he tell whether it is a dream or a reality? He needs something more real and vivid to tell him that all this is true.

For example, Zhao Jindong's heartbeat.

The next morning, Zhao Jindong got up early. Song Chen opened his eyes in a daze. Zhao Jindong said, "It's still early, you can sleep more."

Song Chen squinted his eyes and saw him carrying a garbage bag out, he thought in a daze that Zhao Jindong was quite thin-skinned.

But he is also thin.

Their rooms are cleaned by Mother Wang, including bed sheets, and they change them on time. Although he and Zhao Jindong have not had a real sex yet, intimacy is indispensable. They are both adult men, so there is definitely no reason to just touch and eat breasts. In the end, they must have to vent. At the beginning, he was very worried that Mother Wang and the others would see them when they came in to clean the room.

Especially those toilet paper!

But later he found out that he didn't have to worry about this at all. Zhao Jindong would clean up when he went out. He felt that Wang Mother and the others also understood it. After all, Zhao Jindong sometimes saw it when he was cleaning up the trash, but he didn't ask about it.

Song Chen touched the bedside table, took out a bottle of perfume, and sprayed it.

The room was immediately fragrant and could not smell any fishy smell.

Only then did Song Chen feel at ease and lie in the quilt to continue sleeping.

It was cold and I felt like I couldn't sleep enough. Today was still cloudy and it was still gray outside.

Wang's mother was wiping the dining table when she saw Zhao Jindong coming down with a garbage bag.

To be honest, when wealthy families do things and take out garbage, they must have to do it, including Mrs. Zhao and the others' rooms. They have been cleaning up for so many years.

However, the young couple's face is still thin, unlike Mrs. Zhao, who have long been accustomed to it. Some of the dirty pajamas on the bed, Mrs. Zhao is reluctant to throw away, and they are also dealing with it. Mrs. Zhao is used to it and will not feel embarrassed at all.

You can't let her, a expensive wife, go to wash clothes by herself, right?

Wang Ma and the others are also used to it, so they think Zhao Jindong and Song Chen are really thin-skinned.

Zhao Jindong threw the garbage bag into the trash can outside and happened to meet Mrs. Zhao coming back for a walk.

Now that she has a baby, she no longer runs, but she will still come out to exercise on time in the morning, mainly for a walk.

When throwing the garbage bag, Wang Ma and Chen Sao joked that Mrs. Zhao knew what was going on, but she felt a little embarrassed and pretended not to see it.

"It started to be a lot of fog again today." She said to Zhao Jindong with a smile.

Zhao Jindong said "yes" and said, "Mrs. You can wear a mask when you go out."

Mrs. Zhao responded with a smile and went upstairs.

Zhao Jindong came back to wash his hands and have breakfast. Wang Ma said in a subtle tone: "I will keep the pot for Xiaochen."

Zhao Jindong nodded and started to eat his breakfast.

Wang's mother felt that Zhao Jindong had become more and more friendly recently. Although she still didn't talk much, she was refreshed and energetic when she was happy, and even became much more friendly. It was so great that she used to be a point-to-head.

"Winter is the best season to nourish your body. Why don't you and Xiaochen change some tonic breakfasts from tomorrow's breakfast? "Their breakfast recipes are all asked by Zhao Jindong and others, and everyone will make their own meals.

Zhao Jindong said: "I'll just eat it simple. It's too troublesome to waste time. You can do something for Xiaochen, he should make up for it."

Wang's mother said "um" and said, "Then I'll ask him."

When Zhao Jindong's car arrived outside, he wiped his mouth. Wang's mother quickly brought him a coat and took him out.

After Zhao Jindong left, Wang's mother returned to the house and saw Mrs. Zhao coming down from the upper floor.

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly. Mrs. Zhao walked to the dining table and sat down, asking, "Where is Sister Chen?"

"She said she had a cold and was afraid that it would spread it to you, so she went out early in the morning."

Mrs. Zhao said: "I am not that cute."

"I have a lot of colds this season, so it's better to be careful." Wang Ma said: "Have you got up yet?"

"He is still asleep." Mrs. Zhao had breakfast alone.

She specifically staggered meal times with Zhao Jindong. She was afraid of getting along with Zhao Jindong alone. She was not a biological mother and son. She had a different relationship. She had nothing to talk about and couldn't always talk about Song Chen. She was just talking about it, but she was still staggered, and everyone was comfortable and comfortable.

After finishing her meal, she stood up and said to Wang Ma: "You said I'm quite confused."

Mother Wang smiled and cleaned up the dining table: "What's wrong?"

"I hope they can get better, but I'm worried." Mrs. Zhao said: "Have they both been a little harder recently?"

Wang Ma laughed out loud: "Madam!"

Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "We are all old friends who have known each other for decades, so we can't say anything. You say, they are too frequent, isn't it good for Xiaochen's health?"

Wang Ma said: "Young, you have strong firepower."

Mrs. Zhao wanted to speak but stopped, but she felt that her mother-in-law, who was not close, had a lot to care about.

Wang Ma said: "Near East now has meat cats, so it's good to be older when you get older."

Mrs. Zhao didn't say anything, touched her belly, and thought to herself that it might not be.
Chapter completed!