Relying on his height advantage, Zhang Hao completely trapped Song Ziting within his range. Looking down, he saw Song Ziting tilting her head stubbornly. The palm that was originally pinching Song Ziting's face suddenly exerted force, forcing Song Ziting to raise her head.
Then he leaned over and kissed Song Ziting's small mouth.
"You...um..." Song Ziting struggled desperately after reacting, but the disparity in strength still gave Zhang Hao the advantage. In the end, in desperation, Song Ziting stretched out her palm randomly, but accidentally hit Zhang Hao directly.
on his handsome face.
The sound of "pop" startled Song Ziting herself. Looking at Zhang Hao's red cheeks and blood-red eyes, Song Ziting froze on the spot.
Zhang Hao raised his head, stared at Song Ziting's peach blossom eyes and squinted, revealing a general that he had never seen before. Then he suddenly released his grip on Song Ziting, reached out and took out a stack of photos and threw them on the coffee table: "You
See for yourself what a good thing you have done!"
Song Ziting did not expect that Zhang Hao would stand up suddenly, so she was unprepared and allowed Zhang Hao to gain the upper hand. However, she lowered her head and saw the photo on the coffee table. In the photo was herself and Lu Yang. Song Ziting was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered the scene in the photo.
It was the scene when Lu Yang lent her his coat at the door of the hotpot restaurant. "This..." Song Ziting didn't expect that she just met Lu Yang by chance, but someone had already taken a photo, and she couldn't help but be surprised.
"What? Are you speechless after seeing the evidence?" Zhang Hao looked at Song Ziting staring at the photo in a daze, his expression extremely ugly.
"Don't talk nonsense, he is just a classmate of mine!" When Song Ziting heard Zhang Hao's words, she unexpectedly made a quibble. But after saying this, Song Ziting regretted why she had to explain this to him.
Sure enough, as soon as Song Ziting finished speaking, Zhang Hao said, "Really? Classmate? I wonder if you and your classmate are closer than your husband, me!" After Zhang Hao finished speaking, he approached Song Ziting again, scaring Song Ziting to become nervous.
He stepped back. When Zhang Hao saw Song Ziting avoiding him, his anger increased. It was okay for other men to be so close to her, so why was this girl guarding him like a wolf?! Zhang Hao thought,
With a dark face, he ignored the pain on his arm, ripped off the bandage, picked up his clothes, and said to Song Ziting: "Go home, you are not allowed to go anywhere!" Then he slammed the door first.
And go.
Song Ziting was startled by Zhang Hao's actions, and her heart was full of anger. She said angrily to the slamming door: "Go home, just go home, what's the big deal? What are you doing when you are looking for a woman by yourself?"
If you don't tell me, why are you wronging me by just taking a few shabby photos? Huh!" Song Ziting reached out and grabbed the photos on the coffee table, and followed Zhang Hao out of the hospital. It wasn't until she got into the car that Song Ziting remembered Zhang Hao's
The broken arm has not healed yet, so it seems inappropriate to be discharged from the hospital now, so she took her breath and wanted to turn around to remind Zhang Hao. But when she looked up, she saw Zhang Hao's face that was colder than ice. Song Ziting shrank and turned around.
He rolled his eyes wide but didn't ask any questions.
Zhang Hao saw Song Ziting staring at him with her big eyes, narrowed her peach blossom eyes, and turned her head to ignore Song Ziting. When Song Ziting saw Zhang Hao's appearance, she secretly clenched her fists and made gestures behind Zhang Hao's back.
, and finally turned his head angrily, no longer paying attention to Zhang Hao. The two of them just stared out the window, one to the left and the other to the right. The awkward atmosphere in the carriage made the driver, Xiao Zhang, so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe.
The car drove back to Zhang Mansion.
"Master Zhang...here!" The car entered the gate, Zhang Hao was still angry with Song Ziting, Xiao Zhang reminded tremblingly, and then Zhang Hao and Song Ziting realized that they had arrived home. Coincidentally, they heard
Xiao Zhang's voice unexpectedly opened the car door in unison. Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment, but then he looked up and saw Song Ziting's bulging cheeks. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He slammed the car door and went straight to the lobby.
Not to be outdone, Song Ziting immediately closed the car door and went straight to the lobby.
It was just that Xiao Zhang, who had been driving back all the way, saw the two of them angrily entering the hall. Xiao Zhang breathed a long sigh of relief behind him: "I was scared to death! But the young lady is really brave, no one dared to do anything to her.
The young master is so angry, I hope the young mistress will be fine!" After Xiao Zhang muttered, he shook his head and got into the car, quickly drove the car into the garage as if he was running away.
Song Ziting was already dizzy with anger at this time. Little did she know that she had pushed Zhang Hao to the bottom line. Seeing Zhang Hao go straight to the second floor without saying a word, Song Ziting turned around and saw Grandma Zhang coming out, so
He hurried forward and said, "Grandma, you're not asleep yet!"
"Why are you and Haozi back? Isn't Zhang Hao's hand healed yet?" Mrs. Zhang heard the noise outside the door and hurriedly walked out. Sure enough, she saw Zhang Hao return to the room with an ugly face.
"Ah... this... this" Song Ziting was asked by the old lady, and she couldn't say it. She couldn't say she was angry, right? Song Ziting scratched her head and pursed her lips: "Grandma..."
"Did Haozi's bad temper show up again? I knew that this brat wouldn't be able to live well in the hospital. Forget it, it's okay to come back. I'll just ask the doctor to come to my house later!" Mrs. Zhang looked at her fondly.
She looked at Song Ziting, then reached out and pinched Song Ziting's little face: "Okay, go and have a rest quickly, it's getting late!" After speaking, Mrs. Zhang turned and returned to the room.
"Milk..." Song Ziting looked at the back of Old Mrs. Zhang who turned around after speaking. Before grandma could call out, the old lady had disappeared. Only then did Song Ziting remember that she had followed that guy Zhang Hao back, but where was she going?
Take a rest, if you go back to the room, won't you have to face that cold face?! Song Ziting stood in the hall depressed, tugging at the corners of her clothes and rubbing them.
Zhang Hao went upstairs angrily and was about to change clothes, but after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of Song Ziting. However, his arm was still aching and he couldn't exert any strength. It was not easy to trouble Mrs. Zhang for such a thing. Zhang Hao sighed,
He went downstairs with an ugly face, only to see Song Ziting standing in the hall with her head lowered like a child who had done something wrong, rubbing the hem of her clothes. Zhang Hao couldn't help softening his tone, but thinking of the closeness between Song Ziting and the strange man in the photo, Zhang Hao's
It was really hard to change his expression, so he turned to Song Ziting who was standing not far away with a stiff face and said, "Go upstairs and help me change my clothes!" Then he turned around and went upstairs again.
Song Ziting was hesitating whether to sleep on the sofa in the hall for the night. Just now she was only angry with Zhang Hao. Now that she calmed down, she realized that everyone in the Zhang family was very good to her, especially Grandma Zhang. If she
Knowing that she had hurt her precious grandson, wouldn't she be miserable? Now that she had broken Zhang Hao's arm, if she went home at this time, maybe Zhang Hao would do something, and she
Her father and mother would scold her miserably if they knew it. Song Ziting was in a dilemma. She was thinking depressedly when she suddenly heard Zhang Hao's voice. Although her tone was still bad, her anger seemed to have weakened a lot.
Song Ziting couldn't help but feel happy, and quickly cheered herself up: Song Ziting, if you bear with it a little longer, it will be over soon in just one year! Song Ziting, if you are thick-skinned, it will be fine! Then she quickly followed Zhang Hao's butt with small steps.
Later, he said sweetly: "Here we come!"
Zhang Hao paused when he heard the voice coming from behind him, but then he heard the footsteps on the stairs. He softened his expression and couldn't help but secretly smile: Song Ziting, I will torture you slowly.
, let you go for now, and wait until I let everyone in the world know that you are my Zhang Hao's wife. Who dares to get close to you? Just stay by my side obediently and wait for my torture!