Riding a motorcycle on the road of revenge

As soon as he returned home, Gu Qianzhang went to the warehouse first.

When he saw the huge warehouse was clean and tidy, without even a hair on it, Gu Zhazha felt that his brain had also turned into a space, and a fishy and sweet taste surged up along his throat. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and held onto the wall in time. After standing firm, Gu Zhazha slowly closed his eyes.

Out of sight out of mind.

Not annoying!

Close your eyes!

Gu Zhazha felt a force coming out of nowhere, allowing him to suppress the fishy-sweet taste that was rising into his throat.

He didn't want to go to the kitchen and woodshed again, so he went straight to Furong Courtyard.

Because of the "promise" tonight, he has been in a bad mood these days, and this time he is even more angry. Now there is no end to the annoyance, only more annoyance. But he has no place to vent.

When the servant standing in Furong Courtyard saw Gu Zhazha, he quickly reported to the people in the house.

Gu Zhazha only felt that the voice of the report was particularly harsh, but he had no intention of sending the servant away.

When he entered the main room, he saw the trio of Scratching Men with very similar faces, and he almost choked.

Gu Songting was young and could withstand the hardship. He was still energetic and had practiced martial arts, so he was strong and had quick reactions. He stepped forward in time to support Gu Zhazha who was about to fall.

"master."

"father."

"Father."

The three men hurriedly helped Gu Zhazha to sit on the chair. Zhang Zhutoulian helped him to calm down, Gu Songting patted him on the back, and Gu Xianya was also very well-behaved and didn't say a word.

The man was not unconscious; he simply understood the truth that out of sight, out of mind.

But the repeated calls of "Master" and "Dad" in a crying voice in his ears made Gu Qianzhang even more annoyed, and he had to agree with them.

As soon as Gu Zhazha opened his eyes, he bumped into Zhang Xi Niang's bloody fat face. A fishy-sweet smell penetrated his nostrils, tempting his mouth to have a fishy-sweet smell as well.

vomit……

Gu Zhazha really couldn't control the upward surge.

He first spat out a mouthful of blood, then he vomited until he vomited green water. Gu Zhazha also slumped in the chair, his face pale and his eyes gray.

At this moment, Gu Xianya forgot that the person in front of her was her dear father, and also forgot the discomfort on her face. She covered her nose, and sat far away with a look of disgust.

It was sour, smelly and fishy, ​​and it suffocated her.

Zhang Zhutou's face was full of anxiety and distress one second, and then turned into a look of astonishment and disbelief the next. Then, within half a second, it turned into disappointment, grievance and resentment.

Ever since she was beaten that night, she had been angry with Gu Zhazha. Gu Zhazha did not comfort her like before, was no longer gentle and considerate to her, and had no patience with the children. She knew that she was being despised.

She is a victim and is full of grievances.

She had been beaten, wronged and humiliated all her life. Even though she was born out of wedlock, her stepmother had never made her so humiliated when she was in the Wenchang Marquis's Mansion.

She became the mistress of the house, but suffered all this, it was really...

Aren’t all her calculations and scheming, all her hard work, for this man who disgusts her and vomits at her!

She had given so much for him and suffered so much injustice, but he did not repay her or comfort her, but instead tried to find ways to avoid her.

Today, in front of their children, he treated her mercilessly...

Is she...is she that disgusting?

She didn't even come to settle the score with him, but he pretended to be pitiful.

Let his children feel sorry for him?

snort!

At this time, Gu Songting was patting Gu Zhazha on the back.

What a great kid!

Zhang Zhutou looked at this harmonious scene of a weak father and a filial son, and sat aside with a sullen look on his face.

Gu Songting didn't have the extra thoughts to care about his mother and sister at this time. He was very worried about Gu Zhazha.

Because he knew very well that he was only a scholar, and most of his friends were bad friends. He didn't have any powerful friends who could help him at a critical moment.

Although my mother was born in the Wenchang Marquis's Mansion and was regarded as a sister by the imperial concubine in the palace, she was ultimately a concubine's daughter, and her relationship with her natal family was not as solid as it seemed to outsiders.

Father must not fall down before he can stand up on his own.

"Go and see if the doctor has arrived."

"Father, rinse your mouth first."

Gu Songting picked up the tea on the table and handed it to Gu Zhazhadi.

He took out the tea bowl and found it was already cold. He remembered that he had not asked the servant to serve tea since he came here. So he ordered the people in the yard, "Come, serve tea again."

"Mother, you and father should go inside and change your clothes."

Gu Songting looked at Gu Xianya who was sitting on the side, rubbing her face and looking angry. He saw that there was some dirt on her clothes, her makeup was a little messy, and there were scratches on her face, some of which were bleeding and scabbed. He asked the servants to help Gu Xianya back to her own Rongluo Courtyard.

Zhang Pighead's face didn't move, and Gu Songting turned his gaze again.

Seeing that the mother was not looking at the father but looking outside the hospital, he thought that the mother was anxiously waiting for the doctor, so he whispered again: "Mom, you and Dad should go change your clothes first, the doctor should be here soon."

After Gu Songting finished speaking, he ordered the servants: "Come here, clean up the house."

He saw his father slumped on the chair like a boneless man, with no energy at all, his eyes slightly closed, his face getting paler. He turned to look at his mother, still sitting still, her eyes turned to his sister, not even looking at his father.

Gu Songting frowned slightly, wanted to speak but closed his mouth, walked up to Zhang Zhutou's face and lifted him up, and said solemnly: "Mother, you are most distressed about father's behavior, but mother must take care of herself."

"Father is the pillar and backbone of our family."

Zhang Zhutou's expression flashed, as if he instantly understood the importance of Gu Zhazha, and followed his son towards Gu Zhazha.

"Master, I'll help you go in and rest."

Seeing his parents enter the inner room, Gu Songting let out a long breath.

What Xiaoyue saw from Gu Songting's actions in the space was indeed a bit beyond her expectations.

This man did not panic, he remained calm and had clear ideas. He is truly teachable.

There is a reason why he is liked by Gu Zhazha.

It's a pity that his heart is crooked and he is bad from the root.

Under the leadership of Gu Songting, Furongyuan returned to normal, the house was cleaned and tea was brewed.

Gu Songting was able to catch his breath. His throat had long been dry and smoking. Seeing the tea, he didn't care about the hot air blowing on his face and blew on the tea bowl. But before he blew the tea cool, his face started to itch again.

He had just put down the tea bowl and scratched his head twice when a servant came to report that the doctor had come.

As if he heard that his "savior" was coming, Gu Songting stood up to greet him while scratching his face.

"Uncle Xu, it's you. Come in."

"Tea."

May?

Xiaoyue carefully looked at the man called Uncle Xu in the space. He looked about the same as Xu Dong, of medium build, and about 40 years old. There was a little medicine boy following behind him, carrying a medicine box in his hand.