Scum attack, your father is here!

Jiang Zhichu, one of Qi Qingyun's many suitors, has always been regarded by Zhong Xuejin as her strongest rival in love because her appearance and family background are not inferior to Zhong Xuejin's, and she can be called a thorn in the flesh.

However, for Qi Qingyun, except for Zhong Xuejin, everyone else is an indiscriminate "outsider" in his eyes. Qi Qingyun's deepest impression of Jiang Zhichu is not that the other party said that he wanted to marry him when he first saw him. Going to bed with him was not because Jiang Zhichu gave him a suite in the first ring road of the capital when he graduated from university, but because Zhong Xuejin had told him about Jiang Zhichu's metaphor of "rotten vegetable leaves".

So now in the bottom of Qi Qingyun's heart, whenever he thinks of Jiang Zhichu, he will somehow associate him with "rotten vegetable leaves".

Jiang Zhichu, who would never have thought that his crush would give him a nickname in his heart, looked Qi Yousui up and down, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and he said meaningfully:

"You are his son? You really look good."

He originally wanted to use this to get in touch with Qi Yousui, but it's a pity that Qi Yousui didn't like him at all.

Qi Yousui crossed his arms, rolled his eyes at him, and said proudly and confidently:

"That's up to you, I'm my mother's biological child."

"If you change someone, you can't make me look so good."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Zhichu's smile instantly froze on his face like a clay sculpture: "..."

Qi Yousui didn't notice the speechless eyes of his parents at all, and even gave Jiang Zhichu a particularly arrogant look:

"Damn it, stay away from my dad!"

"It's just that Mr. Qi looks like an old friend of mine, so he talked a lot."

Jiang Zhichu endured it, but in the end he couldn't, the corner of his mouth twitched for a moment, and it took a long time before he managed to hold back his smile and maintain a basic decency:

"Why not, how about having a meal and talking about the old days?"

"No way."

Qi Yousui is not used to speaking so politely, but it does not prevent him from instinctively protecting his mother. He looks fierce like a kitten with fur:

"Give up, my dad has nothing to talk to you about!"

Jiang Zhichu paused, and looked up at Qi Qingyun behind Qi Yousui.

It just so happened that Qi Qingyun was also looking at him, but didn't make a sound.

It was as if silently agreeing with Qi Yousui's words.

Zhong Xuejin was in his arms, a place that could be kissed as soon as he bowed his head. The family of three was so intimate that even a needle couldn't squeeze in.

"........"

Seeing this, Jiang Zhichu could only helplessly shrug his shoulders, and smiled softly:

"Ok."

.......

After the parent meeting, Liu Chengbi left Qi Qingyun's family and Shen Lianyi's parents alone, and asked Shen Lianyi to apologize to Qi Yousui for what happened at the sports meeting.

Coincidentally, Shen Lianyi's uncle is Jiang Zhichu.

Qi Qingyun was not interested in why Jiang Zhichu came to Nangang from his hometown in the capital city. After all, his interaction with him was only during the four years of university in the capital city. As for what happened to Jiang Zhichu after his death, he didn't care at all.

He originally wanted to take his wife and children out for the weekend happily after the parent-teacher meeting, but he didn't expect to see Zhong Xuejin and Jiang Zhichu standing together when he returned to the parking lot after going to the bathroom, with Zhong Xuejin's back turned Looking at him, I couldn't see the expression clearly, but Jiang Zhichu looked at Zhong Xuejin with an innocent face, and then the two of them talked about something, it seemed that the conversation had collapsed, Zhong Xuejin untied his cuffs with his jaw line tense , and then took a step forward, his movement was as fast as lightning, and he punched Jiang Zhichu to the ground.

With the strength to beat people to death.

Qi Qingyun: "......"

Seeing that Jiang Zhichu had already been punched several meters away, Qi Qingyun was afraid that his wife would beat him to death, so she hurried forward, pulled Zhong Xuejin into her arms, and held Zhong Xuejin's red fist , kneading calmly:

"What's the matter, why did you start your hands?!"

Zhong Xuejin's face was almost flushed with anger, but Jiang Zhichu was even worse, his face was covered with color, bruised and purple, and there was a hole in the corner of his mouth, and the saliva that he swallowed was full of sweet bloody foam.

"I don't know what I said. If you offend Mr. Zhong, you can speak up. Why do you do it directly?"

Jiang Zhichu covered his mouth, blood dripped from between his fingers, and leaned towards Qi Qi Qingyun's side, as if he wanted to pray for protection, he looked very pitiful.

Seeing that there is someone who is more pitiful than him in front of Qi Qingyun, Zhong Xue's lungs exploded, she raised her eyelids and looked left and right, and with a sullen face, she picked up the wooden stick in the parking lot, and the tip of the stick rubbed against the parking lot. There was an ear-piercing sound from the ground, sneering coldly:

"You want to die, don't you?!"

Zhong Xuejin himself has a serious mental illness, and he can't stand stimulation. Whenever he is stimulated, he becomes violent and irritable like a different person. At the beginning, he was afraid that Qi Qingyun would see him like this, so he kept refusing to talk to him. The other party recognizes each other.

"Mr. Zhong..."

When Jiang Zhichu saw this, his complexion became paler and paler, until finally it was as white as a piece of transparent paper, and he curled up and hid in a corner with his head in his arms, as if something had happened to Zhong Xuejin.

"Okay, don't make trouble."

Seeing this, Qi Qingyun's face suddenly sank, and she pushed Zhong Xuejin into her arms vigorously, took out the car key, threw it to Zhong Xuejin, and said in a deep voice:

"Go to the car and wait."

"But..." Zhong Xuejin still wanted to argue, but was stopped by Qi Qingyun's understatement:

"Go back, if you have anything to say, let me talk about it when I go back."

If you don't listen carefully to these words, it seems that you are pulling the wrong frame.

Zhong Xue was so angry that she didn't think much, she mistakenly thought that Qi Qingyun was speaking for others, and instantly her eyes widened in disbelief.

His fists trembled in anger, as if he wanted to peel off Qi Qingyun's skin. He suppressed his anger and clenched his teeth. After a while, he suddenly rushed forward and bit Qi Qingyun's collarbone forcefully, causing his entire neck to shudder. She trembled so hard, she didn't push Qi Qingyun away until she saw blood, and aggressively got into the Rolls-Royce that was parked a few meters away, slammed the door, started the car, stepped on the door, and drove the car out out of the parking lot.

Qi Yousui, who was sitting in the car, was startled by the loud noise of closing the door: "..."

After the shock, he still didn't care to ask his mother why she was angry, so he quickly climbed to the back seat of the car, lay on the window and watched Qi Qingyun who was getting far away and almost invisible, and quickly patted the back of the front seat:

"Mom, Mom, Dad hasn't got in the car yet!"

Zhong Xue did not speak when she heard the words, with a stinky face, hearing the words, she drove the car faster, and after a while, Qi Yousui couldn't even see Qi Qingyun's shadow.

"Qi Yousui, if I divorce your father, who will you be with?"

Zhong Xue recalled what Qi Qingyun said to herself just now, and the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, the anger was on top of her, and what she said was thoughtless, in the past, she wished she could stick to Qi Qingyun to death, but now when she thought of the other party's love for an outsider With a cold face, I wish I could never like this dog man again.

He looked at Qi Yousui who was trembling in his arms in the rearview mirror, honked the horn vigorously, and said without hesitation:

"Talk! Do you like mom more or dad?!"

Qi Yousui: "..."

Dad, come back quickly and take your wife...

really spare me......

.......

Qi Qingjun didn't know what happened to Zhong Xuejin, she was very calm watching Zhong Xuejin drive the car out, and after a while, she turned her eyes to Jiang Zhichu, narrowed her narrow and deep eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Is it finished? Tell me what you have to say, and I'll leave if you don't say anything."

"........."

Jiang Zhichu stopped trembling, and after a long time, he raised his palm-sized face from his knees.

At this moment, with the help of the dim lights in the parking lot, Qi Qingyun finally saw the expression on Jiang Zhichu's face clearly.

At this moment and here, there was no fear on his face, instead, there were densely packed and distorted smiles, lining a beautiful and delicate face with some terrifying ferocity and horror, and he smiled slowly:

"Oh? You know I want to leave you alone, so cooperate with me and leave your wife behind to have a private meeting with me?"

"Damn...Jiang Zhichu, do you think saying this will give you a sense of accomplishment?"

Qi Qingyun gave Jiang Zhichu a cold look:

"What happened to you back then is in the past, I don't care about it, but you..."

"Don't care, why don't you care?"

Jiang Zhichu stood up staggeringly, wanting to fall into Qi Qingyun's arms, but was nimbly avoided by the other party, as if hiding something dirty, he quietly moved two steps aside.

"...After so many years, I recognized you at a glance, but you still hide from me as before."

Jiang Zhichu stretched out his hand, grabbed Qi Qingyun's trousers with all his strength, stood up with that little strength, his tone was half joking and half sad:

"I've been chasing you for so long...... Can't you feel sorry for me?"

"........"

This time, Qi Qingyun was no longer as expressionless as before, and a little turmoil gradually appeared on her face. Jiang Zhichu was overjoyed, but when she looked closely, she saw that the other party's face was full of disgust and impatience.

Qi Qingyun said with a speechless expression all over her face:

"I love you? What do I love you for? You are not my wife."

"Oh........."

Jiang Zhichu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. There was no surprise on his face, but he seemed to have expected it a long time ago:

"Then you don't feel sorry for me, how does that feel to me?"

Before Qi Qingyun could speak, Jiang Zhichu continued on his own:

"Hate? Or...hate?"

When he said the word "hate", the final sound rose slightly, as if with a little... proud?

Seeing this, Qi Qingyun frowned slightly. Years of experience in ups and downs in society made him a little more wary of the person in front of him. He took a few steps back, turned around and wanted to leave.

He stopped Zhong Xuejin before because he was afraid that Zhong Xuejin, who was ill, would do something that would endanger the personal safety of others. Seeing that Jiang Zhichu didn't seem to want to continue to pursue responsibility, Qi Qingyun naturally didn't want to get entangled with him.

He turned his footsteps, turned his back to Jiang Zhichu, and wanted to walk out of the parking lot.

Unexpectedly, before he could take a few steps forward, his back suddenly felt heavy, and then, a pair of arms as nimble as snakes wrapped around Qi Qingyun's waist, and a warm body pressed against him instantly, strangely... The breath made Qi Qingyun suddenly get goosebumps.

Almost within a few tenths of a second, Qi Qingyun quickly reflected, his complexion sank, he clasped Jiang Zhichu's wrist with his palm, pulled it away forcefully, then turned around quickly, pulled Jiang Zhichu's arm above his head like twisting twists, and looked at it indifferently. Seeing the other party let out a painful scream, said softly:

"Do not touch me."

After Qi Qingyun became a father and a husband, in order to set a good example for his wife and son, his temper really restrained a lot. If he was provoked before, Qi Qingyun would have beaten them all over the floor.

"...... hurts, hurts..."

Jiang Zhichu talked about the pain, but at the same time he shamelessly burrowed into Qi Qingyun's arms, which annoyed Qi Qingyun so much that he kicked him out.

".......Well......."

Jiang Zhichu held his kicked belly and gasped in a low voice, his forehead was covered with pain, and there was dense cold sweat.

But he didn't get angry, instead he laughed out louder and louder:

"It turns out that being touched by you feels like this..."

The eyes he looked at Qi Qingyun were full of pathological burning and paranoia, and the ends of his eyes were red:

"After more than 20 years, I finally waited..."

"........"

Qi Qingyun thought to himself that a mountain is higher than a mountain, why did Chu Queze leave, and a pervert who was more perverted than him came: "...Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick, but your wife is, isn't she?"

Jiang Zhichu seamlessly connects between sick and normal people at any time, and he is obviously used to it, and his smile becomes more and more mysterious:

"Aren't you curious why he hasn't been cured and refused to take medicine for so many years?"

"........."

As soon as Zhong Xuejin was mentioned, Qi Qingyun's expression suddenly became serious, his jaw line was tense, and his expression was dignified:

"What did you do to him?"

It suddenly occurred to him that Jiang Zhichu, like his parents, both majored in psychology in college, could it be...

"You are so smart, how could you not guess."

Jiang Zhichu was not surprised to see Qi Qingyun's rebirth, or rather, he didn't care about the absurdity of this matter at all, he only cared about one thing, that is... he How deep an impression can Qingyun's psychology leave?

For more than ten years, his obsession with Qi Qingyun has reached the level of madness, and even in the end, he already felt that it doesn't matter whether the impression is good or bad.

As long as Qi Qingyun can remember him, it's fine.

He was clutching his bleeding arm rubbed against the floor, a wisp of hair fell from his forehead in embarrassment, his back supported the weight of his body against the wall, he looked pitiful and weak, but his expression was filled with pride, like a defeated general To show off his last remaining exploits:

"More than ten years ago, your wife first sought help from a psychiatrist. That psychiatrist was my cousin."

"I hypnotized my brother, and let him continue to deepen Zhong Xuejin's pain and aggravate his condition during the psychological diagnosis and treatment."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong force suddenly came from Jiang Zhichu's neck, and he was thrown heavily to the ground. Then, a heavy punch landed hard on his face.

Jiang Zhichu's face went dark, and then there was a whirl of heaven and earth, eardrums vibrated, and the crunching sound of bones shifting could almost be heard, teeth collided with tongue, and the sweet smell of blood gushed out. After a while, there was a buzzing sound in the ears He heard from the ear that he was so painful that he almost passed out, but he was forcibly pulled by his hair, picked up like a sack, and nailed to the wall by his neck.

Qi Qingyun's expression is terrifying. Jiang Zhichu has known him for so many years, and he has never seen Qi Qingyun's expression out of control.

Thinking that he might only have seen this side of Qi Qingyun, Jiang Zhichu became even more excited, his eyes were filled with undisguised enthusiasm, staring at Qi Qingyun's fierce face, obsession and paranoia flashed across his face, and then , he continued talking endlessly as if sharing some record, and he seemed to be able to hear a hint of showing off when he listened carefully, and continued without fear of death:

"During the treatment, I manipulated my cousin to remind Zhong Xuejin repeatedly of the image of you being burned to death in that car accident. The medicine he took would only cause him endless body spasms and emotional loss. Finally, he will be afraid of taking medicine, and then become mentally disturbed, and finally, he chooses the same way of death as you—by being burned to death.”

"I asked him to go down early to accompany you. You should thank me."

Jiang Zhichu held Qi Qingyun's wrist with his slightly cool palm, and smiled triumphantly and wildly:

"I asked him to go down with you, shouldn't you thank me?"

"........."

Qi Qingyun simply didn't know what to say.

He threw Jiang Zhichu away like some kind of rubbish, lowered the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and it took him a while to hold back the urge to kill:

"When I called Lin Wei earlier, he told me about the psychiatrist in front of Yinyin. I should have guessed that you were responsible for this."

"A person who is so obedient as Yinyin is sick, how could he not take medicine or see a doctor?"

Qi Qingyun turned her back, almost unwilling to look at Jiang Zhichu again:

"You ruined your career for the rest of your life, and you were expelled from the capital to Nangang, desperate to kill Yinyin."

Qi Qingyun paused, and then said word by word:

"You really make me nauseous."

"Is it disgusting? Just disgusting."

Jiang Zhichu covered his stomach, bent his waist deeply, and smiled heartily:

"You'd better disgust me for a long time, and then......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped laughing, the smile on his face was like a white paper that had been erased, his face was expressionless, when the tip of his tongue slid across his lips and teeth, his tone was full of bone-penetrating coolness, and his voice was erratic like a ghost:

"You'd better hate me forever."

"In this way, you can remember me forever, can't you?"

"From now on, every time you think of Zhong Xuejin's illness, you will think of me."

Jiang Zhichu asked back, "Isn't this a very valuable deal?"

"you are wrong."

Qi Qingyun turned around, he had already walked out of the parking lot, behind him was a large expanse of blue sky and sunlight, and the light and shadow drew a clear boundary between him and Jiang Zhichu.

The wind blew Qi Qingyun's black hair, making him look like a thin and tall white crane, with an outstanding appearance:

"I will cure Yinyin's illness. After that, you will only be a passerby in my life force and his."

Qi Qingyun said word by word:

"No one will ever remember how a gutter rat walked by their door because it didn't deserve it."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of running behind him, Qi Qingyun's eyebrows moved, as if feeling something, subconsciously opened his arms and turned around, a warm body jumped into Qi Qingyun's arms.

Zhong Xuejin was getting more and more angry as she thought about it on the way home. She was angry with Qi Qingyun and herself at the same time. In the end, the fear that Qi Qingyun and others would run away gained the upper hand. After a moment of hesitation, she turned the steering wheel and stepped on the Accelerate, hurried to the parking lot again.

He skillfully wrapped his legs around his waist, lowered his head and kissed Qi Qingyun's lips fiercely, domineering and wronged:

"Don't go with others!"

"If you leave, my son and I will harass you every day!"

When Qi Yousui heard Zhong Xuejin calling his name, he turned around and sat in the car with his arms on the edge of the window and his chin resting on it, looking at them and smiling.

"...if I don't go, where shall I go?"

Qi Qingyun looked at Zhong Xuejin's flustered and arrogant face, sighed slightly, supported Zhong Xuejin with both hands, carried him into the car like a child, and never gave Jiang Zhichu a second. eyes:

"go home."

Zhong Xue nodded as hard as she could, her pupils were watery, like a baby, she rubbed against his neck affectionately, and buried her face in Qi Qingyun's collarbone.

He carried Qi Qingyun on his back, so that Qi Qingyun couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and mistakenly thought that the other party was acting like a baby.

However, Jiang Zhichu, who was facing Zhong Xuejin, could clearly see that the moment Zhong Xuejin hugged Qi Qingyun, Zhong Xuejin curled up the corners of her lips, opened her mouth, and compared her mouth to Jiang Zhichu, The face is one that I have never had before, and I am proud of being favored by love:

"He, mine."

It's my Qi Qingyun.