Temptation of love! Mr. Feng, Miss Chang has resigned

Chang's mother was confused by the question: "Of course I washed it clean. Don't worry, the dishes we cook are guaranteed to be clean."

"I saw it all just now. Your child dragged you to clean up, and now he's bringing you food. Isn't this just disgusting? I won't eat anymore. I don't have any appetite."

When the diners heard her say this, they dropped their chopsticks and walked out. Who knew where her hands had touched? It was so dirty. They didn't dare to eat this dish.

Seeing them about to leave without paying, Chang's mother immediately ran up to stop them: "You haven't paid yet, don't even think about leaving."

"Everyone saw me, I didn't eat a single bite of the food you just brought over. How can I pay for it?"

Chang's mother argued unreasonably: "You ordered the dish, and you have to pay for it even if you didn't eat it. It was you who didn't want to eat it, not me who forced you not to eat it!"

Seeing that she refused to leave, the man quickly called out to others, "Everyone come over here and take a look. This restaurant is not clean. This person touched shit with his hands and then served food to the table. Isn't this asking us to eat shit with him? It's disgusting. We don't want to eat it, but he's forcing us to pay."

Chang's mother looked at the increasing number of people gathering around her, and she sat on the ground and started to make a scene: "It's unfair. This person didn't pay for his meal and tried to eat for free."

There are only so many people in the town, and everyone knows each other: "Everyone knows that their family has an abnormal son, so please be polite."

Chang Zhuang rushed out with a spatula in his hand, shouting, "Who are you calling abnormal? My son is fine."

They were startled and stepped back. Chang Zhuangjian threatened them: "It's only natural to pay for meals. Hurry up."

They immediately took out their wallets, stuffed the cash into Chang Ma's hands, and ran away.

The crowd gradually dispersed. They could understand Chang Zhuang's thoughts. No one wanted their child to be called abnormal, so they tried to say less in the future.

They took the money back to the restaurant and waited for the whole afternoon but no customers came. Usually, the restaurant business was pretty good.

Chang's mother patted her son's shoulder in grievance: "It's all your fault. Why are you mentally unstable? The restaurant has no customers."

Chang Zhuang sat on a chair and drank water: "Don't say such things in the future. My son is fine."

Chang's mother complained: "No problem, no problem. If I had listened to the doctor and taken him for treatment earlier, he wouldn't have become like this."

Seeing that she dared to talk back, Chang Zhuang was furious: "Everything in the house these years, which one was not earned by me? How dare you say such a thing?"

Chang's mother also got angry: "Yes, I shouldn't have married you. I have to endure endless hardship and give birth to a mentally retarded son."

Chang Zhuang slammed the table hard and said, "I don't allow you to say that about my son. If you can live this life, then live it. If you can't, get out of here."

Seeing his stubborn attitude, Chang's mother burst into tears: "Usually, these jobs are done by that damned Chang Ling. Where on earth has she been?"

They are usually only responsible for the kitchen, Chang Zhuang cooks the dishes while she prepares the food.

I always thought that working at the front desk was easy, but I didn't expect that Chang Ling did so much. Everyone didn't mind because she was just a child.

"Since there is no business, I will go to the police station to inquire about the news."

As soon as Chang Zhuang left, the restaurant smelled of feces again. She smelled the smell, her eyes fell on her son, raised her hand and hit him: "Didn't you just change? Why did you poop again?"

She took her son in to clean it and saw that it was all sticky and her son had diarrhea.

Chang Ling usually took care of him, and she did a good job. She didn't expect so many things to happen. She kept muttering, "I shouldn't have given birth to you. Look how much trouble you've caused me."

"Why don't you just die?" Chang's mother cried.

As autistic boy, he was isolated in his own world, completely unable to hear what his mother was saying, and was playing by himself.

Chang Zhuang went to the police station to inquire about Chang Ling's situation, but the police perfunctorily told him: "We are already looking for her. Go back and wait for news. We will notify you as soon as we have any news."

Chang Zhuang didn't look for them seriously because they were all from the town. It would be difficult to do business with them if he offended them, so he could only bear it.

When he returned home, Chang's mother came to greet him: "How is it? Did you find Chang Ling?"

Chang Zhuang poured a glass of water and drank: "Those people didn't look for it seriously at all."

"What should we do then?" Chang's mother was completely panicked. She wouldn't have to take care of this mentally retarded person forever!

"How should I know what to do? If she has the guts to run away from home, we'll just treat her as dead." Chang Zhuang said this harshly and went upstairs to rest.

He picked up his phone and called Chang Yao, but the call was quickly hung up. He was furious: "This daughter was really born, and she was not raised by herself. She is disobedient. I don't know how Zhang Qiang taught her."

He had completely forgotten what Chang Yao had told him in court. He only remembered that the person was not raised by him and was disobedient.

When she refused to answer the phone, Chang Zhuang sent a message directly (Your sister is missing, I want you to help find her.)

Chang Yao is decorating her house at this time to make it look like the New Year.

She picked up her phone and saw the message from Chang Zhuang. She thought about what had happened to Chang Ling. Chang Zhuang usually treated Chang Ling badly. Chang Ling must not have much money on her. If it disappeared, where could she have gone?

She hesitated for a long time and made the usual call: "What do you mean by something?"

"Chang Ling ran away from home last night. She got in the car and I don't know where she went. Please help me find her."

Chang Yao said sarcastically, "Chang Zhuang, how badly have you treated her that she chose to leave?"

"I give her food and drink. What's wrong with that? If she runs away now, she might be begging for food somewhere else." Chang Zhuang said angrily.

"With this attitude, even if you find her once, she will run away next time." Chang Yao did not intend to send her back.

"If she dares to run again, I'll break her legs."

Chang Yao couldn't help but shake her head, hung up the phone directly, and blocked his number.

Chang Zhuang saw the phone was hung up, so he called it back, but found that it didn't go through no matter what he did.

He was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone, but the next second he remembered that he had bought the phone with money, and if it was broken he would have to pay for it himself, so he gently put the phone on the table.

Chang Yao called the bodyguard over and said, "Please find me someone named Chang Ling, who is about thirteen or fourteen years old."

The bodyguard listened carefully to her, then suddenly fell silent. "Madam, do you have any photos?"

"No, go look for it first. If you can't find it, forget it." Chang Yao said lightly.

She didn't have any particularly deep feelings for this sister whom she had never met. She just sympathized with Chang Ling's experience. If she could find her, it was fate; if she couldn't, it was destiny.

The bodyguard nodded: "Okay."

Feng Yi drove back to the villa and saw her standing outside. He got out of the car, walked over, put his arms around her, and used his coat to shield her from the wind.

"It's cold, why are you here?"

"Decorating the house, look, does it look good?" Chang Yao asked.

"It looks good." Feng Yi didn't look at it too closely, but was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he quickly hugged her and went into the house.