Jiang Zhi felt ridiculous when she heard his words. It was as if she had done something very sorry for him.
He pinched her wrists painfully, and his clasped hands were pressed hard against the wall behind her, as if they were drilled into the wall. Her tone was not very good: "You don't care who I date. Are you here?"
Sheng Xizhou came back to his senses when he heard her voice.
Yes, he really can't control it.
Jiang Zhi kicked him and broke away his wrist when he wasn't paying attention: "Even if I have to check the post, Sheng Xizhou, it won't be your turn."
He is neither her husband nor her friend.
Nothing counts.
In her eyes, he is an existence that is as avoidable as a snake or a scorpion.
Sheng Xizhou's jawline was very tight, and the anger rising in his heart was endless.
He could see that she now hated him to an unbearable level.
If he hadn't taken the initiative to find his presence in front of her, she wouldn't even want to see him or say a word to him.
Sheng Xizhou did not answer her directly. He stiffened his face and raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Is that lawyer a good person? I just mentioned this, and you are showing your defense by showing your teeth."
Jiang Zhi raised his eyes and said seriously: "He is a very good person, many times better than a rotten person like you."
bad people.
This is how Jiang Zhi evaluates him now.
Sheng Xizhou twitched the corners of his lips and found that he couldn't smile. He had heard countless more vicious comments than these two words. It seemed like he was defeated by her today.
It's so fucking uncomfortable.
A dense swarm of ants gnawed at the flesh.
Sheng Xizhou didn't know why he felt this way. He pretended to be fine and put his hands in his pockets: "I am a rotten person, why don't you still sleep with me, a rotten man?"
The setting sun fell on her face, and the golden afterglow reflected her facial features.
Soft and calm, with beautiful eyebrows.
She was silent for a while and then spoke calmly: "I just slept once, how many times do you want to mention it?"
Jiang Zhi thought that maybe she had been with Shen Luyan for too long, and even spoke a bit like him. She had learned his meanness that could make people angry when he opened his mouth. She asked, "Will you still be able to do this after twenty years?" Do you want to take it out to savor?"
Sheng Xizhou straightened his lips and said nothing.
Jiang Zhi ignored him and turned around and entered the courtyard. To be on the safe side, she locked the courtyard door from the inside.
Sheng Xizhou returned to the opposite courtyard, feeling strange. He seemed to hate Nancheng deep in his heart, but when he returned to this home, he was not tired of it at all.
He found that he was still angry at what she said, so he took out his mobile phone to disturb her: [Oh, I can recall thirty years.]
It's not like he can say such childish words.
But in fact, he just became so childish.
After Sheng Xizhou sent the message, he felt much better.
When he went upstairs, there was nothing suspicious about the master bedroom and the guest room.
Very clean.
Someone comes to clean it regularly every month, but the utility room is empty and there is nothing.
There are not even abandoned tables and chairs.
There is also an attic on the third floor.
There was nothing to be found in the attic except a bed.
Sheng Xizhou opened the attic window and could see the balcony of Jiang Zhi's bedroom, almost in the opposite direction.
His subconscious mind made him stand in front of this window for a long time.
But he couldn't think of anything.
Sheng Xizhou then went downstairs and returned to his bedroom.
The bookshelves are filled with books, almost covering the front wall.
Sheng Xizhou flipped through two books casually. When he saw the titles, he was almost certain that these books were not ones he would read. He had already guessed that others had replaced these books and put them up again.
He stared at the rightmost space on the bookshelf for a long time.
I always feel like there should be a photo here.
A photo he secretly took.
Sheng Xizhou Mo was stunned and started looking for the photo in the room. He searched every corner and found no trace. He was stubborn to the point of being abnormal. He had gone to see a doctor before when he had a headache that was so bad that he was about to die.
Doctors think that his willpower is sometimes too strong, which is not a good thing.
He began to flip through the books one by one.
He must be hiding.
Even his mother doesn't know, and even he himself doesn't remember.
As for where it was hidden, he couldn't find it.
There were hundreds of books on the bookshelf, and Sheng Xizhou kept flipping through them until dark. He saw a copy of "The Little Prince" from the deepest part of the bookshelf, and his intuition made him reach out his hand.
His hands were a little unsteady.
The book fell to the ground, and a photo that had begun to turn yellow fell out.
Sheng Xizhou bent down and gently picked up the photo on the ground. He squeezed it so tightly that the bones turned white without even noticing.
It was too dark and there was no light on in the bedroom.
You can't see clearly just by the moonlight outside the window.
Sheng Xizhou turned on the light in the room. The photo in his hand was not very clear, but it was enough to see the people in the photo clearly.
This face was familiar to him.
Childish and naive.
She looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.
Wearing a school uniform, she made a scissor hand gesture to the camera, had a cute bun, with broken hair falling on her cheeks, and a smile brighter than the sun.
This is Jiang Zhi.
Without warning.
A few cold tears suddenly fell from Sheng Xizhou's eyes, and the teardrops dripped on them, blurring the picture that had already started to turn yellow and fade.
He obviously had no memory, but looking at this photo, he shed tears for no reason.
These few tears came too hastily.
He didn't even react. He hadn't cried for a long, long time.
Sheng Xizhou's expression was a little startled and confused.
He himself was puzzled as to why he shed tears? Why were his eyes so sore?
Why would he hide her photo?
And why couldn't he recall any memory of her?
Sheng Xizhou's heart began to be attacked by sharp and long-lasting stinging waves one after another. The stinging deep in his head was unprecedentedly strong and almost penetrated his entire body.
He knelt on his knees, holding on to the edge of the bed, and bent over in pain.
His gaze was still stubborn, fixed on the girl with a bright smile in the photo.
