Qianjin's counterattack: Mr. Gu stay away from me

Her yelling was even more terrible. Wu Meijuan felt a pain in her heart, and then her eyes turned red, she stared at him and yelled: "Why am I talking nonsense? Tell me which sentence I said wrong! Didn't you do those things? How dare you do it or not?"

"Didn't you kill that woman? That woman has been dead for so many years, and our children have grown up so much. Why do you still think about her! Tell me! Tell me!"

Wu Meijuan yelled hysterically, as if the elegant lady just now was not her.Zheng Datong was speechless by what she said, seeing her unreasonable appearance, he didn't want to quarrel with her, he just pursed his lips and watched her slapstick.

"Don't look at me like this. All this has nothing to do with me. You abandoned that woman yourself, and you killed that woman yourself!"

As she said, she walked up to Zheng Datong and pushed him: "Since you can't forget her, go find her! Oh, I forgot... What a pity, she's dead! What, you don't want to forget her when she's dead!" You can't see her anymore, you can only look at my face every day for the rest of your life!"

With a "snap", Zheng Datong's right hand trembled slightly, not sure if it was because of anger or shock.He widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at Wu Meijuan whose face was turned to one side, as if he wasn't the one who slapped her just now.

Wu Meijuan's face was a little swollen, she was stunned before covering her face, she also looked at her husband in disbelief, her lips trembled, and then squeezed out the words from her throat: "You... you hit me? "

"I..." The man didn't know what to say, and subconsciously pulled her, but she avoided him.With tears in her eyes, Wu Meijuan glared at him bitterly, then turned and ran upstairs.

Soon there was a knock on the door, and he knew that his wife must be hiding in the room at this time, lying on the bed in pain.He also knew that what he should do now was to go upstairs to coax her and apologize to her.But he couldn't move.

The man stood blankly in the hall, with his head down and his shoulders slumped. He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man who had been beaten by life. The helplessness of life made him feel powerless and depressed.

Wu Meijuan cried for a long time. When she raised her head, she saw that the pillow had been soaked with tears.The pain on his face has passed, the man must have saved his strength, and now he only feels his cheeks are a little hot.

She was sobbing and wiping her tears, looking around, her husband didn't follow to comfort her.She opened the door, walked lightly to the stairs and looked down. The first floor was empty, and there was no man in sight.

She hurriedly called the nanny: "Where did you go, sir?" The nanny just shook her head, and looked at the hostess worriedly: "Mr. just went out."

Sure enough, these words added fuel to the flames. When Wu Meijuan heard that her husband didn't come to coax her, she turned around and went out instead.She let out a low growl, then grabbed the vase on the table and slammed it to the ground.

The white porcelain vase was smashed to pieces, and the clear water in the vase dripped all over the floor.The white lilies lay among the wreckage, showing a sickly and incomplete beauty.

Zheng Datong stood in the living room for a while, he didn't want to go upstairs, and felt a little breathless staying in this house.With a long sigh, he picked up the car keys and drove away from the old house.

There are people coming and going on the street, and everything next to the old house is still the same. This is the place where he has lived for decades. After decades have passed, he is also a little old.

He was driving on the street, and saw a flower shop on the side of the road, with large bouquets of champagne roses at the door, Zheng Datong stopped on the side of the road unknowingly, looking at the pale yellow bouquet in a daze .

At that time, he was still young, the eldest son of the Zheng family, naturally the most popular playboy in the city, and he met her when he was at his most energetic.

She was just an unknown entertainer at the time. She had just entered the entertainment circle at a young age, and she was a little ignorant of everything. At the reception, he met her who was brought by her manager to socialize, and fell in love with her at a glance.

He remembered that the first bouquet he gave her was red roses, and he also remembered that night, her eyes were shining, and her smile was as dazzling as the sun in the sky.She smiled and said sweetly, "Will you give me champagne roses next time? I like champagne roses the most."

The flower language of the champagne rose is "I only love you". From the very beginning, what she wanted was the only one, but he couldn't give it to her. That's why they were so painful afterward, right?
Trapped in memory, a look of pain appeared on his smiling face. He shook his head to let himself stop thinking about those things. He got out of the car and went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of roses.

The car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, and he held a bouquet of roses and walked towards the depths of the cemetery.His expression was a little solemn, but also a little sad.He didn't stop until he reached a tombstone that was relatively old.

"I've come to see you." He placed the rose in front of the tomb, regardless of whether the ground was clean or not, and sat cross-legged in front of the tomb. The photo on the tombstone had faded, but it still did not damage the beautiful face of the woman in the photo.

The man hesitated, and slowly stretched out his hand to touch the photo, his voice was a little desolate: "I didn't expect that so many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and you are still the same as before, but I have already reached the age of being a grandfather, how about it?" ? Am I much older? Do you still recognize me?"

The man's eyes were a little red, but the eye sockets were dry. Zheng Datong was almost at the age of knowing his destiny, and he hadn't known the taste of tears for a long time.

"I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for Meijuan. I hurt two women. I... I'm really not a good man, nor a good husband. Meijuan is right today. It was my fault back then. If it wasn't for me, you won't die either."

"If I hadn't misunderstood you at the beginning, if you had explained to me and I could believe you, would all this be different? At least you wouldn't die, would you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so cowardly, I'm sorry... I don't know where that kid put you." He murmured, with regret and affection in his eyes. , is his beloved.

What his wife said was right, he really couldn't forget her. Speaking of it this way, I really don't know who is the most pitiful, the woman in the tomb has a short life, and he has to spend his whole life to repent, and what about Wu Meijuan?She won the rest of her life, but there is always another woman living in her heart.

The autumn wind is rustling, and no one has come to the cemetery for a long time. No one has seen the majestic Zheng family's male master, who is so fragile and painful. Like someone is crying.Zheng Datong was like this, sitting in front of the tombstone for an entire afternoon.