Reborn lady my biggest

Chapter 105 Decades of Bad Habits

The man was already drunk, vomited all over the floor, and the surrounding neighbors all retreated. It was a snowy day, and no one cared whether he would freeze to death on the corner of the street.

This street in the sixth district is called Shorty Street, and the streets are full of dangers that are no higher than two floors.The old alcoholic lying on the ground is sober for a few days throughout the year, and the familiar neighbors would go to help him earlier, but when the old alcoholic wakes up, he will always find something, saying that there is something missing at home, and take the opportunity to take advantage of it. After a long time, no one would dare to dip into this muddy water again.

His daughter just came here today and gave him a few bottles of good wine. The old alcoholic drank too much again. After everyone left, someone walked out of the snow curtain.The old drunkard was still reeking of alcohol, and his body was staggering. Su Zizeng, who was supporting him, had to put in a lot of effort. It was like two more "dangerous houses" in the snow, crumbling.

Su Zizeng was about to gnaw her teeth, and the body of a drunk person was especially heavy. Coupled with the smell of the old drunk who hadn't bathed for a long time, she was almost fainted.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Su Zizeng couldn't hold on any longer, and the old drunkard fell to the ground, breaking his drunken eyes.

The figure in front of him was lying on the wall, gasping for breath with exhaustion, and his sight became clearer. A few drops of saliva had already dripped from the mouth of the old alcoholic, and "you" dripped on the ground, "Qiao Chu! You are Qiao Chu!" Chu!" His voice was humming like a hollowed-out gong.

Su Zi touched her face. It seemed that she and her mother looked more and more like each other, but...how could even Chang Chi's father know Qiao Chu.She wanted to take a few steps closer, and wanted to ask why.

Unexpectedly, the old drunkard didn't let her approach at all, and crawled under the broken table in the room, shaking like rice bran.He hugged the table legs and kept yelling: "Don't come to me, Chang Mei killed you, not me, not me."

The table, which was already lame, hit the corner of the wall.

In a corner of the house, some chill leaked in.The door was knocked open suddenly, and the snow blew in, hitting Su Zizeng's underwear, and for some reason, he felt a pain in his chest.

"Chang Mei killed my mother? What's going on," her lips turned purple and blue because of the cold wind.When she wanted to ask something more, the person under the table had already collapsed by the table, grunting.She looked at this house. Chang's mother and daughter lived in this house. At this time, Su Zizeng had an impulse to set a fire and burn it all down. The car outside the door was buried under the snow. Ferrari, once again attracted her attention.

"Mom, if Chang Mei killed you, please remind me." On "Red Love", there was nothing abnormal except for her body temperature.

After waiting for a while, Su Zizeng quickly walked out of the low room. She looked back at the Ferrari, without thinking, picked up a brick from the side, and slammed it on the car cover and glass.She slammed hard, feeling that every time she hit Chang's mother and daughter, snowflakes splashed, her coat was covered with snow, the snow melted with anger, water seeped into the clothes, and the car emitted The sound of the siren was piercing and piercing through the snowy sky.

By the time the neighbors rushed out after hearing the sound, only the body of the Ferrari could be discerned.A smashed brick was still thrown on the driver's seat.

Yan Wuxu, who was at home, heard a knock on the door, and when he opened the door, he saw someone broke in from the door.Su Zizeng's face was ashen, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably, as if she was extremely cold, or as if she had just woken up from the water. The hair on her forehead had already been dyed white, and some snow was still hanging on her eyebrows. Scum.

From Yan Wuxu's acquaintance with Su Zizeng to the present, no matter when Su Zizeng is angry or happy, she is always in a hurry, except for Su Zizeng like today, whom Yan Wuxu has never seen.

Su Zizeng's dark eyes were covered with a mist of despair.Yan's mother heard the noise from upstairs, and she was also startled when she came down. She ordered Wu Xu to find some clean clothes and come out.

To put it bluntly, Yan's bathroom is just a simple toilet.After Yan's mother pulled Su Zizeng into the bathroom, she brought in a few bottles of hot water, filled the tub, and began to scrub her.

His face, which had been frozen blue and purple, returned to rosy in the white air of the hot water. Su Zizeng's hands were scratched several times because of the hard smashing of the car just now, and after accidentally touching the hot water, he grinned.While drying her hair with a towel, Yan's mother avoided the wound on her hand, and said in her mouth: "It's snowing like this, why don't you be more careful, you should be careful for such a big person. Take care of yourself." Yanmu wanted to say, "Your mother will feel distressed when she sees it," the words came to her lips, but Yanmu swallowed back. She didn't mention Su Zizeng's mother, but Wu Xu had never mentioned it before. Zizeng's mother passed away when she was born, so speaking of it, she was also a poor child.

"Auntie." Su Zi once watched her skin turn red under Yan's mother's vigorous wiping. She didn't dare to cry anymore, so she grinned wryly, and the "red love" hung on the There was warmth in the chest, and the warmth spread to all parts of the body.

After coming out of the bathroom, Yan Wuxu took some warm cotton-padded jackets for Su Zizeng to put on, and then set up a brazier to roast Zizeng's clothes, "Maybe there will be a smell of coal smoke, but there's nothing you can do about it." , our family does not have high-end gadgets like your dryers."

Yan's mother had already entered the kitchen to prepare lunch, and Su Zizeng's face was burned by the charcoal fire, "I still envy you, such a simple family, you don't have to put on a smile every day, and look at the big and small at home. Bitch."

Yan Wuxu froze for a moment. At Kelly Girls' School, the conversation among students was very civilized. She knew that Zi Zeng didn't like Chang's mother and daughter, but she had never heard her condemn them so severely. Zi Zeng's abnormal appearance today.

"Hang Yishao and Chang Chi are on good terms," ​​Su Zizeng took a piece of charcoal from the side and threw it into the brazier.The black charcoal body turned red as soon as it entered the brazier, as if the eyes of a person were red with anger.

"The two of them? You didn't listen to Fei Qing's nonsense, did you?" Yan Wuxu said Fei Qing's name so easily, even she was taken aback. Ken mentioned this name again, but today it popped out smoothly.

"You look away," Su Zizeng just wanted to tease her, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bouquet of pink roses in Yan's dining room, following her line of sight, Yan Wuxu also looked over, with a suspicious face The ground turned red.

If you want to forget the last relationship, the real correct way is not to learn to forget, but to find someone to replace it.From Yan Wuxu's reaction, Su Zizeng understood.

There was a knock on the door, "I'll open it," Yan Wuxu jumped up as if on fire, and rushed to the door immediately.As soon as the snow wind blew in, a handful of flaming roses burned their eyes red.

It seemed that the man chasing Wu Xu was quite aggressive. Su Zizeng didn't ask any questions, but turned over the charcoal fire with a fire clip.Just by looking at that posture, he knew that that person would not be Boss Han, but unfortunately, he didn't seize the opportunity during the few months of absence.

"It's a cold day, and that person brought flowers again." Yanmu came out of the kitchen with two bowls of hot noodle soup in her hand, "It would be better to send a few Chinese cabbage plants, because there are no fresh vegetables at home. , I can only use some eggs and chopped green onion to serve you two bowls of noodles."

Hearing Yan's mother's complaints, both of them laughed, took the bowl of noodles, and ate with a "wheezing" sound.

When he was halfway through eating, Yan Wuxu put down his chopsticks and looked at Su Zizeng thoughtfully: "What are you going to do?"

"Actually," Yan Wuxu seemed to have lost her appetite, and randomly opened the egg without swallowing it. She was thinking about how to say it better.

"If you have something to say, just say it. This is the worst thing about you. You have to hesitate to say anything." Su Zizeng had already finished eating the noodles and the hot food, and he was in a better mood.

"Have you ever thought that you are not qualified to question Hang Yishao, after all, one of you is unmarried and the other is unmarried," Yan Wuxu faltered, finally expressing his thoughts.

"A childhood sweetheart protected by the law?" Yan Wuxu's next words almost choked Su Zizeng to death.

Su Zizeng, who had been questioned to no avail, poked his chopsticks into Yan Wuxu's face in a fit of anger, and fiddled with it, "It's impossible to add chili to your noodles, you're so choked up when you talk."

"You asked me to say this," Yan Wuxu said, feeling embarrassed for his bold words, "I mean, Hang Yishao may not be very good, he is just a Just a rich brat."

"Boy?" Su Zi once felt like he couldn't laugh or cry. On the one hand, it was because of the memory he had only reversed until now, and on the other hand, because of Xu Wuxu's old-fashioned tone, "Then you liked that little boy Fei Qing back then. what?"

"I like that he is rich," Yan Wuxu replied, as if playing an allegro, slipping away, "That's why I asked you what you like about Hang Yishao, you are already rich enough."

"I like his face," Su Zizeng's answer made Yan Wuxu almost pissed off. Unexpectedly, Su Zizeng was actually a fan of the appearance club.

"I just like that face, the first one of the same age and the opposite sex I saw when I was a child. It's like hanging on the wall of the bedroom, looking at the photos of celebrities for more than ten years. One day when it disappears, I will feel panic," Su Zi Zeng sighed and summed up her feelings for Hang Yishao.

"That's not called liking, that's called habit, and it's not a good habit." That was Yan Wuxu's final definition of Su Zizeng's relationship that lasted for decades.

"As far as face is concerned, Mr. Perot looks better than him," Yan Wuxu added a strong medicine, "Why don't you talk to Mr. Perot, I think he is very special to you."

In Kelly Girls' School, Perot was wrapping up a poplar plant for the winter, and his hand shook for no reason. The thermal bag that looked solid was torn, and something seemed to have sneaked in. Spring is not far away. up.

(End of this chapter)