The male god here

Chapter 55 Father's Betrayal

A family of three happily entered the restaurant.

Jiang Yue stood there like a statue for a long time before she suddenly realized that tears rolled down her cheeks unconsciously.

Jiang Yue wiped away tears suddenly, without saying anything, she lowered her head and searched for something on the ground, finally found a red brick in the bushes beside her, and rushed into the restaurant with the red brick without saying a word.

Fortunately, Zhou Ziyang stopped her in time: "Wait a minute, maybe it's a misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding? Misunderstood his fucking size! That girl! That girl is the girl from junior high school! I said why doesn't he go home now! It turns out that a small wild species was born outside! Damn it! I have to let him Make it clear!" Jiang Yue was aggressive, turning her head and was about to rush in, constantly asking Zhou Ziyang to let herself go.

Zhou Ziyang said: "You can't solve the problem like this. I have encountered your situation before."

"Encountered it?" Jiang Yue sneered: "How did you encounter this situation, you let me go! I will go inside and die with them!"

Jiang Yue was so aggressive that he couldn't stop him at all.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Ziyang thought about it, and let Jiang Yue go, but when Jiang Yue was about to go in, wiping away tears, Zhou Ziyang said: "My mother was gone a long time ago."

I was already dazzled by anger, but my shoulders trembled when I heard Zhou Ziyang's words, and I looked back at Zhou Ziyang in disbelief.

Zhou Ziyang stood there and nodded slightly.

Jiang Yue moved her mouth, hesitated to speak: "You,"

"Your mother died too?"

In the end, Jiang Yue still did not enter the restaurant, and was taken away by Zhou Ziyang on a motorcycle. Jiang Yue was in a bad mood, so Zhou Ziyang drove the motorcycle to take Jiang Yue to the reservoir for a ride. Jiang Yue put his arms around Zhou Ziyang and his head rested on Zhou Ziyang On her back, the night wind stirred her long hair, and she didn't want to say a word.

At this moment, she was very confused. Although she complained to others that her father didn't love her, she was very grateful to have such a father who loved her so much.

But now Jiang Yue discovered that everything was an illusion. Her father betrayed her three years ago, that's right, it was a betrayal.

The picture of her father doting on the child just now kept flashing in her mind.

Every time she thinks about it, Jiang Yue's heart turns cold, she dare not think about it, because she feels that she has no home anymore, she has been abandoned by her father, and maybe her father will never love her again.

Thinking of this, she looked up at Zhou Ziyang in front of her, and couldn't help but tightly hugged Zhou Ziyang's hand.

The motorcycle was parked on the shore, the wind was particularly strong at night, two lines of tears had been shed, and Jiang Yue's eyes were reddish, but she felt very cute and pitiful.

She looked into the distance and didn't know what she was thinking. Just now Zhou Ziyang had told Jiang Yue about his family situation. His mother was not dead, but since he could remember, he couldn't remember what his mother looked like.

Coming back to the boulder, Jiang Yue sat there with her knees hugged, her long snow-white legs particularly conspicuous at night.

Zhou Ziyang came to her side, patted her head and said, "Don't think so much, things have already happened, if it's true as you said, they met three years ago, then the children are born now , No matter how much you make trouble."

"I just don't understand why he keeps it from me! Does he just want to keep it from me for the rest of his life?" It's okay not to talk, but Jiang Yue can't control her emotions when she talks.

"I guess I wanted to tell you after the college entrance examination, but now I'm telling you that you can't accept it, and you're a third year in high school," Zhou Ziyang said.

"I left the university, and the three of them will be reconciled with each other?" Jiang Yue asked with a sneer.

"." Zhou Ziyang had nothing to say about this. Thinking about it, it really is like this. Adults always have their own ideas, but there is no way to get the best of both worlds.

Zhou Ziyang sat next to Jiang Yue, and Jiang Yue was sulking with her small mouth.

Zhou Ziyang looked into the distance and said thoughtfully: "When I was young, my father never cared about me. He came home at three o'clock every day for work, and I was the only one at home. When grandparents came here, they were only seven years old."

"?" Jiang Yue was attracted by Zhou Ziyang's story.

In fact, Zhou Ziyang didn't want to talk about these things with Jiang Yue. Although Jiang Yue told him about his life experience, how could a mature man say that because of a girl's two words, he would start to confess his grievances because of a girl's two words? Having his own misfortune, Zhou Ziyang never wanted to spy on other people's misfortune, and he never liked to share his misfortune with others.

"I remember clearly that day. My dad was cooking noodles. Halfway through the cooking, my dad answered a phone call, turned around and left without turning off the gas stove."

"Ah?" Jiang Yue was taken aback: "Then what should I do?"

"I'll close it myself, step on a small bench, wait for the hot water to boil, put the noodles in, then crack two eggs, and wait for the water to boil again." Zhou Ziyang said indifferently.

"You know how to cook at such a young age?" Jiang Yue was a little surprised, because she didn't know how to cook when she grew up. Since she was a child, her father has arranged for her properly, with grandma, grandpa, and nanny .

It wasn't until high school that Jiang Yue dismissed the nanny who liked to rummage through her things, so she fired the nanny. At that time, small restaurants and fast food restaurants on the street could eat, and occasionally grandma came to help clean the room. Jiang Yue thought that her peers who couldn't cook People abound, and he couldn't help being surprised when he heard that Zhou Ziyang could cook when he was seven years old.

"What kind of cooking is cooking noodles?" Zhou Ziyang smiled indifferently, and then became curious: "You don't know how to cook noodles, do you?"

Jiang Yue blushed, lowered her head and said, "I haven't cooked it before, maybe I will."

Zhou Ziyang couldn't help laughing, and said seriously: "So I say you are actually quite happy."

Zhou Ziyang continued to talk about himself with Jiang Yue. When he was a child, he ate and lived alone. Having parents was the same as not having parents. Then he studied hard because he liked to prove himself in front of his father.

Compared with Zhou Ziyang's father's bad temper, Jiang Yue's father should not be too kind.

"Your father didn't tell you, probably because he was afraid of affecting your studies. I remember when I was a sophomore in high school, my father brought Shen Peipei's mother and her directly to me, saying that Shen Peipei is my older sister and her mother is my new girlfriend." Mom." Zhou Ziyang turned his head to look at Jiang Yue, and said seriously.

Jiang Yue frowned immediately after hearing this: "Why is he like this! If my dad dares to bring that girl in front of me and let me call her mom, I'll beat him up!"

(End of this chapter)