Zhang Zixuan was a little confused at this moment. What did Aunt Zhou just say? Only three years had passed?

Only three years have passed and An Junzhe has aged so much, he is almost bald, and his figure is not as good as before. Somehow, when I think that in another three years he may be as bald as a Mediterranean, the original filter I had suddenly shattered.

It seemed like I could let it go all of a sudden.

After thinking about it this way, she finally felt a lot better, but she was still a little curious about her mother and An Junzhe's life, so she waited until Aunt Zhou and her husband left before walking to her door.

Just as she was wondering how to get in, Zhang Zixuan suddenly discovered that she could pass through walls after becoming a ghost.

In the living room, An Junzhe and Zhang's mother stood facing each other.

At this moment, the look he gave Zhang's mother no longer contained the infatuation and admiration that Zhang Zixuan had seen before, but was instead filled with disgust.

"Xu Wenying, that's enough. You take most of my monthly salary. How much is left in my hands? Isn't it enough to eat crabs?"

"Don't keep telling me that I have to live a better life. Are all the money I save by working hard every day just to throw in your face? So there's no need to save money?"

Before Zhang's mother could say anything, An Junzhe continued impatiently, "Besides, the sagging flesh on your face, no matter how much technology you use, is no match for a 20-year-old girl. You might as well not waste your money!"

He had wanted to say this for a long time, but he was just worried that it hadn't been easy for them to be together in the first place, and Xu Wenying was indeed very caring.

But she soon changed.

She continued to take care of him, but their living standards had obviously declined, and she spent a lot of money on beauty.

Those beauty projects that I can’t name cost tens of thousands of yuan each, and I also have to get all kinds of beauty injections for no reason.

But even so, the signs of aging on the face are becoming more and more obvious.

When the two of them first started dating, when An Junzhe took her out, people would just think that he had found a sister. It was well known that rich sisters liked wolfhounds.

But after she turned 45, she aged almost drastically, and the flesh on her face sagged all of a sudden. If she were to take him out, people would just think he was a gigolo.

It would be fine if he really was a gigolo, but most of my monthly salary is in her hands. What a gigolo!

An Junzhe felt extremely embarrassed.

Especially in the past two years since he started working, his colleagues' girlfriends are prettier and younger than each other, and they even compete to see whose girlfriend is younger. I have never seen anyone with a girlfriend so old.

He couldn't help but regret his short-sightedness. He thought that having an older sister would be a different experience, but when he entered society, he realized how good a younger sister was.

Besides, the person he is looking for is not just a sister, but an aunt.

Zhang's mother was able to remain calm when arguing with An Junzhe, but when he stepped on the area she cared about most, she could not help it.

Madness gradually filled her eyes.

"Why can't I compare myself to a 20-year-old girl? An Junzhe, don't you feel guilty about saying this? I've endured so much gossip just to be with you. Even now, the woman next door still calls me a bitch. It's not like you can't hear it! Are you still thinking about Xuanxuan? Tell me! Do you regret being with me? Do you think I'm too old?"

An Junzhe hadn't thought about it at first, but when she said that, he immediately thought of the lively and arrogant beautiful girl in his memory.

Moreover, at that time, she was only thinking about herself, pure and lovely, not like the crazy woman in front of her.

Aren't they mother and daughter? How come they don't resemble each other at all?

Seeing that An Junzhe seemed to be recalling something, the madness in Zhang's mother's eyes became more and more, and she suddenly pounced on An Junzhe.

Zhang Zixuan thought the two were going to fight, and she was so scared that she quickly shrank against the wall. However, she didn't expect that her mother rushed over not to hit anyone, but to tear off An Junzhe's clothes.

Soon the two of them were honest with each other, and even though the male protagonist was very reluctant, he was forced to have sex.

Zhang Zixuan: “…”

During this process, the disgust on An Junzhe's face never disappeared. Looking at the flesh on the woman's waist in front of him, which was no longer as tight as before, he made a decision in his heart.

He wants to break up, he wants to leave here and stay away from this crazy woman!

Zhang's mother also felt her boyfriend's indifference, and over the past year, the quality of life of both of them has declined rapidly.

She was as enthusiastic as ever, but An Junzhe was not. Now seeing the determination gradually growing in his eyes, she knew that she was going to lose him.

Zhang's mother couldn't help but feel sad. For this man, she betrayed her daughter whom she had raised for more than 20 years. She was pointed at and called a bitch by outsiders. She was afraid of aging and afraid that he would leave her, so she kept using high-tech means to stay young.

Ultrasonic knife is so painful, but she has to do it twice a year. For whom? Isn’t it for the man in front of her?

But he didn't appreciate it at all, and now he was looking at her with such impatience.

She felt that she could no longer keep him, and that once he left the house, he would never come back.

Thinking of this, Zhang's mother's attention was suddenly attracted by the fruit knife on the coffee table.

Keep him here, keep him by your side, and be together forever.

She grabbed the fruit knife and stabbed An Junzhe hard in the stomach before he could react.

The fruit knife was a ceramic knife that Zhang's mother had bought online before. The blade was very short and had not been sharp after being used for a long time, but it could still easily pierce the soft belly.

An Junzhe screamed in fright. He couldn't believe how the two of them were doing so well and then suddenly they were stabbed.

By the time he reacted, Zhang's mother had already stabbed him with the second knife.

He pushed the woman away and ran out without even bothering to put on his pants, covering his wound.

Zhang's mother looked crazy and chased after him naked.

An Junzhe subconsciously ran out the door, but was caught up by Zhang's mother at the door again. When she stabbed him for the third time, he suddenly punched Zhang's mother in the face.

While she was being beaten back, he opened the door and rushed out.

At this time, the neighbor next door happened to go out to throw away the garbage. As soon as he opened the door, he saw two naked people running out, one in front and one behind chasing each other.

"Oh my god, how shameless! You think this doorway is your home!"

But just as she finished cursing, she suddenly realized something was wrong. There was blood on the ground where the two of them had just run!

The neighbor was shocked and quickly called the man in the house to come out and see. After confirming that it was blood, the two immediately called the police.

Just now, An Junzhe didn't have time to wait for the elevator, so he ran directly up the stairs, and Zhang's mother also chased him up the stairs.

Later, the police found the two people on the eighth floor. An Junzhe was already dying, while Zhang's mother was holding a bloody thing in her hand as if she was holding her beloved baby.

The young policeman didn't realize what was going on at first, but the older policeman saw it at a glance.

The man's penis was cut off, and that's what the woman was holding.