"Have some respect for me! If you dare to touch me, I'll call for help!"
"Sunny, you?" Bi Cheng still had his arms open. This time he was completely dumbfounded. It was his turn to be in disbelief.
His sincerity, his previous experience in love, and the various conclusions he had drawn from silently analyzing Wang Qingtian's character over the past few days were all overturned at this moment.
Wang Qingtian didn't finish. She stared at him with her eyes wide open. Her voice was not loud, but it was full of rebuke and coldness. She pointed in the direction of Bi Cheng's nose and said:
"You protect me? What are you going to use to protect me? Your uncle? Your sister? Or that brother-in-law who never even entered your house? Besides these, what else do you have? How shameless!"
Shame on you? This time, Bi Cheng didn't need anyone to push him. He stumbled back a step.
However, Wang Qingtian still did not let Bi Cheng go, and continued:
"You are so annoying!
You know what I want, so why don't you protect me?
I just want my mother to be healthy and stay with me forever, and I just want to work hard.
If I do my job well, I don't need anyone's protection. I can protect myself.
I just hope there are fewer people like you around to avoid disturbing my life.
goodbye! "
After saying "goodbye", Wang Qingtian, who was still young after all, blushed and her neck was thick. Before closing the door, she seemed to be afraid that Bi Cheng would come again. And like a girl, she said something unreasonable and harsh. She gritted her teeth and added:
"No, it's not goodbye, it's that I never want to see you again."
With a "clang", the door closed, blocking the two people's way, blocking Bi Cheng's heart.
…
He was heartbroken. Bi Cheng was heartbroken like this. He felt that he would never fall in love again.
A young man had been standing in front of the Wang family's gate. He had been standing there for a long time. Even when the lights in the yard were off, he still stood there motionless, not knowing how to leave.
Later, his long legs became numb, and his heart felt numb too. Bi Chengcai turned around and disappeared at the entrance of the alley in a daze.
The psychological trauma gradually faded away, and my self-esteem was hurt and it felt like my heart was being dug out.
He no longer had a reason to come here.
The girl questioned him, asking him how he could protect her and scolding him for his boastful words.
Bi Cheng was so stimulated that he felt that ordinary men, such mediocre people like him, were not even qualified to have a relationship.
Wang Qingtian lay on her little bed and turned off the lights, but she was so angry that she couldn't sleep.
At that moment, her temper was exposed. She twisted her frail body and covered her head with the towel as if to vent her anger. From inside the towel, the girl said with disdain, "Are you sick?"
That is, Bi Cheng thinks that he likes it, that he loves it;
Wang Qingtian felt helpless as he had only met them a few times.
As Bi Cheng walked into the yard with tired steps, Bi Yue opened the window of her room.
Before speaking, he glanced at the grandfather clock and then asked in a low voice:
"What have you been doing?"
Bi Cheng was in no mood to talk much with his sister, and he had long since given up the idea of confessing his feelings and asking her for advice as he had wanted to do a few days ago.
He didn't want to mention what happened just now to anyone.
"Nothing."
"Come here." Bi Yue waved to Bi Cheng.
When Bi Cheng got closer, Bi Yue first stared at her brother's face to see if it was red, then sniffed it, and found no smell of alcohol. She understood, and the interrogation she had just shown was gone. Instead, she said calmly and affirmatively:
"Let's go to Wang Qingtian's house to relax."
Bi Cheng hung his head, looked in the direction of his own room, and said, "Sister, don't mention her in the future." Then he left.
Bi Yue lay on the windowsill, staring at her older brother's back in astonishment. She was surprised for several seconds, then sighed, fanned herself with her arms, and closed the window for fear that mosquitoes would fly in.
The desk lamp illuminated Bi Yue's face. There was an open book next to her pillow, which was used to prevent her mother from coming in every now and then to check what she was doing.
She is just like a thief.
Her mother is more police-like than the police. She watches her every day, and no one knows if she wants to dig out something. Every time it seems like she has not said enough to her. She doesn't give her a chance, so her mother looks at her face and seems to be hesitant to speak.
Bi Yue scratched her hair.
Let's just leave it at that. No more dithering. We can't delay it any longer. When the time comes, just hand the medical report to his parents and that's it.
What's the big deal? It's just a baby.
Fortunately, her shower today was not in vain. There were no large-scale real estate agencies with signs in those days, but she remembered that the last time she went to take a bath, she heard an old lady from the neighborhood asking the woman at the bathhouse counter about a house.
She decided to give it a try today, and was lucky enough to be taken to see a house tomorrow.
Tell your parents as soon as you decide on a house, and don’t wait until next time to vomit.
When the time comes, tell them not to shout, quarrel or get angry.
She didn't bother them and moved out on her own so as not to embarrass them.
If I could forgive her that day, I would bring the child back after she gives birth and help her take care of it for one year, just one year.
If she couldn't forgive him, she would hire someone older and more experienced. She didn't believe that a nanny in the 1980s would be so unscrupulous as to feed sleeping pills to babies.
The past two years have been tough, but she's not convinced. Once her daughter can run and jump, she'll take her with her to earn money. What's the big deal? She wants to live a good life, to show everyone. She can be fine without anyone, no need to cry or whine.
If Chu Yifeng is like that, then she can let him go and see the children when he has nothing to do. If he is not like that, then she will be less worried.
It can also help her realize that men are just like that. It's useless to have them. There's no hope for her in the future. She already has a daughter, so why should she get married? What's the point of worrying about the in-laws and her own family? It's so annoying. She can just live on her own!
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