Stepmother

Chapter 85: make Di furious

    Song Zhaodi's eyes were dark, her head was buzzing, the ceiling in front of her was up and down, and her whole body was stunned.

    Zhong Jianguo blinked, not understanding how everything happened, and let go subconsciously.

    Plop!

    Song Zhaodi had her legs on the ground, and she lay upright on the ground, and recovered. Staring at the square face that suddenly appeared, he gritted his teeth: "Zhong Jianguo, you are finished!"

    "I—" Zhong Jianguo wanted to say, I didn't do it on purpose, why did you fall? When the words reached his throat, he swallowed them subconsciously, "I'll help you up."

    Song Zhaodi blurted out: "I can't afford it!"

    "But it's cold on the ground." Zhong Jianguo thought for a moment, squatted down, and stretched out his hand, "Don't, don't be rude, get up quickly."

    Song Zhaodi spit out a word: "Go away!"

    Zhong Jianguo's face changed suddenly, he moved his mouth and wanted to explain, and suddenly saw Song Zhaodi's eyes turn red. As his heart tightened, Zhong Jianguo panicked inexplicably, and subconsciously wanted to call for the children to come to the rescue.

    He looked up and suddenly thought that the children were sleeping under the covers. Zhong Jianguo suddenly felt even more panicked: "Zhao Di, you, you get up first, whether you beat me or scold me, I will not play or say anything, okay?"

    "Go!"

    Zhong Jianguo looked around, saw no one, took a deep breath, picked up Song Zhaodi and ran upstairs.

      Zhong Jianguo put Song Zhaodi on the bed, grabbed Song Zhaodi's hand and greeted him on the face.

    Song Zhaodi slapped away: "Go away!"

    Zhong Jianguo froze and asked, "Apart from getting out, can you say anything else?"

    "Go away!" Song Zhaodi said coldly.

    The more this is the case, the less Zhong Jianguo dares to roll: "I didn't expect your center of gravity to be unstable." As he said that, he wanted to slap himself, "I was wrong. You are not a dancer. I haven’t practiced boxing and kicking, it’s normal for my center of gravity to be unstable, I should have thought of this.” Looking at Song Zhaodi’s face, seeing her still expressionless, Zhong Jianguo’s scalp tingled, “I’ll never do it again in the future. ,I promise!"

    "Go out!" Song Zhaodi said.

    Good phenomenon, this time I say two words. Zhong Jianguo sighed softly in his heart, thought about it, and took Song Zhaodi's hand: "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't be so mindless. I will definitely remember it next time."

    Song Zhaodi glanced at him lightly, then turned her back to him.

    Zhong Jianguo couldn't help scratching his head, how could his hand be so owed.

    "Zhaodi, Zhaodi, tomorrow I'll cook and I'll do the laundry." Zhong Jianguo pondered for a while, unable to remain silent, got up and ran to the other side, lying beside the bed, grabbed Song Zhaodi's body again Hand, "If you don't feel happy, hit me, no, if you want to hit me a few times, don't ignore me."

    Song Zhaodi glanced at him and turned around again.

    Zhong Jianguo saw the soil on Song Zhaodi's clothes, and suddenly his heart moved, and his heart was blessed: "Zhaodi, your clothes are dirty, I will help you take them off."

    Song Zhaodi opened her mouth to say she didn't need it, but she didn't say anything when she thought that the sheets and sheets were just changed this afternoon.

    Zhong Jianguo saw this, carefully pulled her sleeves, found that Song Zhaodi did not move, she was bold, took off Song Zhaodi's cotton-padded clothes and pants, quickly stripped off his clothes, and went into the quilt drill.

    Song Zhaodi heard the rustling sound and already guessed: "Zhong Jianguo, is the door closed?"

    "The door is not closed nor-" Having said this, it stopped abruptly. Zhong Jianguo met Song Zhaodi's eyes, his face full of embarrassment, "I, I'll close the door now." He lifted the quilt and ran downstairs.

    Close the courtyard door and the living room door. Running upstairs, the bedroom door was also closed.

    Zhong Jianguo looked at the closed door, not surprised at all. However, this time Zhong Jianguo didn't dare to sleep in the living room, nor did he dare to squeeze with his sons.

    Drilled into the utility room, found a thin wire, and suddenly realized that the door was bolted from the inside. To enter the house, he had to kick the door open. Kick the door? Zhong Jianguo shook his head again and again, Teacher Xiao Song could vomit blood.

    "Dad, what are you doing?"

    Zhong Jianguo turned around and said, "Big baby? You haven't slept yet."

    "I just woke up." Zhong Dawa said, "I wanted to pee and found I forgot to take the urinal. I went downstairs to get the urinal. Dad, it's not too cold for you to stand by the door in your shirt. ?"

    Zhong Jianguo thought to himself, no matter how cold he was, he was not cold: "cold. But your mother won't open the door for me."

    "Are you making a mother angry again?" Zhong Dawa looked at him, "I really don't know what you want to do, making a mother angry every day." With a sigh, she shook her head and turned to take it Urinal.

    Zhong Jianguo was dizzy, took a deep breath, and followed: "Son, knock on the door for Dad, and say you have a stomachache."

    "I help you, I made Nyonya angry, and my mother will let you cook again. I don't want to eat your cooking." Zhong Dawa looked back at him, "Don't follow me, I'm going to the toilet."

    Zhong Jianguo said as he walked: "I don't want to follow you either. But if I don't go in today, your mother will be angry for a month. Son, if you don't want to eat the food I cook, I have to make one too. Moon's meal."

    "What?!" Zhong Dawa was shocked and almost rolled downstairs. He quickly grabbed the armrest and turned to stare at Zhong Jianguo, "Are you serious? Dad."

    Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Dad's trouble this time is not small."

    "You, you, why do you make trouble every day." Zhong Dawa is helpless, "I don't know what to say about you. Why is this time?"

    Zhong Jianguo coughed lightly, embarrassed: "Your mother kicked me, I fought back."

    "You beat my mother?" Zhong Dawa's eyes widened, "Why are you so bold?!".

    Zhong Jianguo shook his head: "I didn't fight, but it's more serious than fighting. Hey, son, don't ask, help me think of a way."

    "Really serious?" Zhong Dawa asked.

    Zhong Jianguo: "I think it will be very serious."

    "Then come with me, Dad." Zhong Dawa waved, walked to the yard and pointed to the window facing the door, and whispered, "Ladder."

    Zhong Jianguo's eyes lit up: "Thank you son." He went to Liu's house to borrow a ladder, climbed upstairs in two or three times, pushed it gently, the window opened, and Zhong Jianguo crawled in sideways.

     Lying on the bed, he opened his mouth to complain that Song Zhaodi was too cruel. When the words came to his lips, Zhong Jianguo asked cautiously, "Comrade Song Zhaodi, are you asleep?"

    Song Zhaodi glanced at him and closed her eyes.

    Zhong Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief, moved a little to Song Zhaodi, and coughed: "Where is the pain? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

    "Headache." Song Zhaodi spit out two words.

    Zhong Jianguo hurriedly asked, "Is it swollen?" Without waiting for Song Zhaodi to speak, she poked her hair away and found that it was not swollen. , "Go to the hospital tomorrow to have a look."

    "Shut up." Song Zhaodi frowned, "Noisy!"

    Zhong Jianguo suddenly closed his mouth. After a while, he couldn't help but ask again, "Zhao Di, are you all right? You must tell me anything."

     

    Zhong Jianguo is honest.

    Zhong Jianguo opened his eyes and put on his clothes as soon as it was dawn. Open the door and look at the chiming clock on the wall, ten past six? It's still early, it's still too late.

    Zhong Jianguo went downstairs, brushed his teeth and washed his face, then went to cook porridge. Then boil seven salted duck eggs and stir fry a pot of lettuce.

    Zhong Dawa went downstairs and saw a pot of salted duck eggs and a plate of green dishes on the table, and subconsciously shouted: "Mother, why do you eat so early today?"

    "Your mother hasn't woken up yet, I will cook." Zhong Jianguo said, "Go and tell your mother to get up."

    Zhong Dawa frowned: "You haven't coaxed your mother?"

    "What's the matter with my mother?" Then he came down and asked.

    The big baby looked at Zhong Jianguo and sighed: "It made Nyonya angry again."

    Self-reliance opened her mouth and couldn't believe it: "Dad, why are you so angry every three days?"

    "Is it so often?" Zhong Jianguo thought about it seriously, "No. Stop talking nonsense."

     Gengsheng sighed: "Dad, I hope you will be as stable at home as you are outside."

    "How about teaching your father?" Zhong Jianguo stared, "I am Laozi, are you Laozi?"

    Big baby: "You are my father, my father. Go and call my mother down for dinner."

    Zhong Jianguo choked for a moment: "I can't call you? Believe it or not, when your mother is gone, I will tell her that you are disobedient." He glanced at his three sons, "Are you afraid? Go quickly if you are afraid."

    "You are so boring." Gengsheng couldn't help but wonder, how did such a naive person become the leader? However, in the face of such an out-of-tune father, Reborn is not disgusted, and it is inexplicably funny.

    Zhong Jianguo glanced at him and turned back to the kitchen to serve porridge.

    Song Zhaodi woke up late today, not because she was angry, but went out for five days, and spent four days in the car and on the boat. After relaxing, she was very tired and didn't think about it lazily.

    Zhong Jianguo left in a hurry in the morning and the door was not closed properly.

    Song Zhaodi faintly heard the voices of Zhong Jianguo and Dawa, thinking that the children were getting up and it was getting late, so she sat up and put on clothes. Hearing the knock on the door, Song Zhaodi buttoned the last button, picked up the comb, and said, "Come in."

    "Mother, it's time to eat." Gengsheng pushed open the door and saw Song Zhaodi's face, but he couldn't see the joy and anger, so he tried to ask, "Did you sleep well at night?"

    Song Zhaodi was puzzled and thought about it: "It's good."

    "Then you're not angry with your father?" Gengsheng said, looking at her intently.

    Song Zhaodi smiled: "That **** of your father asked you to ask?"

    "What happened to you yesterday?" It's been almost two years since I came to Zhong's house, and Gengsheng has never seen two elders quarrel. It's precisely because of this that Gengsheng is worried.

    Song Zhaodi: "your father is a dick, I don't want to talk about him. What does he cook?"

    "Yes." Gengsheng said, "When we go downstairs, Dad has already done everything. Mother, are you not angry?"

    "Angry with him?" Song Zhaodi snorted, "I'm a cat, and I'm not angry enough with him."

     Gengsheng smiled: "Dad knows your generosity, so he dares to joke with you."

    "Don't give your mother the ecstasy soup." Song Zhaodi went out and saw that Erwa and Sanwa hadn't gotten up yet, and reached out to lift the quilts of the two children.

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