Confession

Zhou Jingze walked out of the school gate, drove a taxi, got in directly, and whispered an address. He was sitting in the back seat of the car with his elbows on the edge of the window, his fingertips pressed the glass repeatedly, and at last he simply lowered the window, and the cold wind poured in. The restlessness and irritability in his heart still remained undiminished.

As Zhou Jingze added three times the money, the driver quickly sent him to his destination—Lyshu. Under the lyshu is a typical wealthy area, with clusters of villas and brilliant lights. The people who live here are either rich or expensive.

Standing in front of a brightly lit villa, Zhou Jingze smirked. He didn't know how long he hadn't been here. He walked in, and Aunt Tao, the nanny, heard a sound coming out to greet him. At first sight it was Zhou Jingze, and her voice was an eager surprise: "Young Master is back, have you eaten yet, Aunt Tao will cook two of your favorite dishes..."

The two stood on the open space in the vestibule. Zhou Jingze smiled and put his arms around her shoulders: "Don't be busy, I just finished eating."

"Really, don't lie to Aunt Tao."

Aunt Tao stayed at Zhou's house since she was a child, watching Zhou Jingze grow up, and doing her best to take care of her before his mother was alive. Later, after they moved out of Amber Lane, no one told them. Aunt Tao still came over every half a month to make Zhou Jingze a meal, clean and tidy up his home.

In Zhou Jingze's heart, she is no different from her relatives.

Zhou Jingze took Aunt Tao's shoulders and entered the door, the smile on his face was clean at the moment he saw Zhou Zhengyan. Aunt Tao said hello and quit, leaving room for the father and son.

"Where is Grandpa? How is he?" Zhou Jingze went straight in.

Zhou Zhengyan coughed lightly, and his unusually serious expression was also a little unnatural: "Called the doctor, and the examination found that there was nothing wrong, so he was sent back."

Zhou Jingze stared at Zhou Zhengyan with sharp eyes for a second, and then realized that he was deceived by this old thing. Really caring is messy, he doesn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. Calm down now, how could his grandfather rush to Zhou Zhengyan's birthday party? It would be good if Zhou Zhengyan was beaten to death with a stick.

The living room was magnificent, the light from the glass chandeliers overflowed, and the corner was filled with two small hills of gifts. Zhou Jingze simply sat on the sofa and raised his stern eyebrows: "What's the matter with me? It's hard to trick me here. I don’t want to hear the **** of me wishing you "Blessed as the East China Sea, longevity and boundlessness"."

"I can't say such things against my intentions." Zhou Jingze's mouth provoked, and the irony was obvious.

Zhou Zhengyan was so angry that he put the teacup on the table with a "bang", angrily: "Asshole thing, you have to be mad at me to be reconciled?"

Zhou Jingze raised his stern eyebrows, noncommittal. He leaned over and grabbed an apple on the table, then nestled on the sofa, throwing the apple in the air, looking cynical.

On the birthday of his biological son, Zhou Zhengyan gave such a blessing, and Zhou Zhengyan's chest was ups and downs, watching Zhou Jingze's lack of oil and salt, and he was half-dead.

Suddenly, a woman walked down the stairs, dressed in plain clothes and wearing cotton slippers, her gentle temperament was obvious. Zhu Ling came to the living room and smiled friendly at Zhou Jingze: "Jingze, I haven't seen you here for a long time."

Zhou Jingze twitched the corner of his mouth as a response.

Zhu Ling walked up to Zhou Zhengyan and said softly: "Zhengyan, Jingze is still young, are you angry at your age?"

"Go to the study to help me, there is something I can't move." Zhu Ling went to pull him.

Zhou Zhengyan finally got up and went to help. Zhou Jingze looked at the back of the two side by side with no expression. Zhu Nei did have some tricks, and he put out Zhou Zhengyan's fire in twos or twos.

Zhou Jingze sat in the empty living room alone, lit a cigarette, and after smoking it twice, he felt that it was meaningless to stay any longer, and was just getting up to leave.

Someone rang the doorbell, and Aunt Tao greeted her with a sound of footsteps. Zhou Jingze lowered his head and put his elbows on his knees with cigarettes in between, and slowly laughed at the smell of perfume.

"Hi, long time no see." Zhao Yan, Zhou Zhengyan's effective secretary, wears an OL suit and has beautiful red lips.

"It's been a long time." Zhou Jingze reached out and wiped the ashes and hooked his lips.

Zhao Yan sat across from him, took out a document from his bag, and began to talk about the business: "Zhou Zhengyan, chairman of Timing Group, is currently willing to unconditionally donate two properties under his name, as well as some shares of Timing Group. You... as long as you sign this contract, the gift will take effect immediately."

Zhou Jingze listened for a long time before realizing it. Zhou Zhengyan began to conscientiously discover that he would compensate his son. He interrupted the secretary quickly: "Just sign it?"

Zhao Yan froze for a moment, nodded, and then handed over the pen and contract. Zhou Jingze sat lazily on the sofa with the contract spread on his lap. He turned his pen to the left and glanced at the contract with a false eye, "Secretary Zhao, can you explain what this clause means."

Zhao Yan sat next to him, leaning over and pointing to the terms to explain. Zhou Jingze sat upright for a while, changed his posture, and accidentally touched Zhao Yan's knee with his knee.

It's very light, intentionally or unintentionally, indistinguishable.

Then he caught a glimpse of Zhao Yan's expression flashing unnaturally, she continued to speak, Zhou Jingze suddenly looked at her, as if only her eyes could be kept under her, and her voice was slightly picked:

"Secretary Zhao, have you changed your perfume? Or Sergelutens's black mandala suits you."

"How did you know that I changed my perfume?" Zhao Yan looked surprised.

"Because the taste last time... is heart-stirring." Zhou Jingze said slowly, deliberately biting the last two words hard.

Boys who are handsome and nasty, like Jing Ze this week, know best how to mobilize women's moods. After saying this, he moved the distance between the two, the fireworks crimson between his fingertips, and he didn't speak.

At this moment, Zhao Yan was like scratching his heart and liver, and couldn't help asking: "Really?"

Before Zhou Jingze could answer, a black inkstone slammed straight towards him, his head flashed, and the corner of the inkstone flew towards his forehead, and then fell to the ground.

"How did I raise you and still have such a beast? Even my secretary dare..." Zhou Zhengyan was so angry that he spoke the last two words as if he had kept the last decent amount.

Zhao Yan woke up, realizing that he had lost his time, stood up and apologized.

There was a bright red blood on Zhou Jingze's brow bones, and a fiery pain on his forehead, he lowered his head, licked his lips and smiled.

Aunt Tao heard the sound, shocked, and hurriedly ran into the kitchen to get ice cubes. Zhou Jingze stood up, patted the ash on his pants, and then answered his question, in a daunting tone: "It's not like I grew up and learned to grow old."

"You—" Father Zhou was choked and couldn't say a word.

Zhou Jingze tilted his head to look at the meek woman standing next to Zhou Zhengyan, and kindly reminded: "Aunt Zhu, don't think that you will get married once and for all. You have to be a bit of a sense of crisis."

Zhu Ling's face was pale and could not say a word.

Finally, Zhou Jingze raised his head and threw the burning cigarette **** into the teacup. Mars made a "pulling" sound when it met the water and finally went out completely.

He walked to the hallway, remembered something, looked back at them, and said, "I will do less of these dramas in the future. With this heart, I can kowtow two more heads to my mother's grave."

Besides, I won't ask my dad for a penny, so you can rest assured. "Zhou Jingze looked directly at Aunt Zhu.

Zhou Jingze grew up in the freedom brought by the trust fund since he was a child, which was left to him by his mother since he was born. He is not short of money at all. If he retreats 10,000 steps, he is too poor to beg for food, and he should not ask Zhou Zhengyan for money.

He walked out of the house and walked out through the courtyard alone. When Aunt Tao chased him out, the person was gone.

Zhou Jingze walked out with one hand in his pocket, the cold wind was sobering, the half-hill person who was afraid of the **** walked down alone, but he did not expect to bump into Shi Yuejie who was just going home at the intersection.

Shi Yuejie, wearing a white sweater, was riding his bicycle laboriously upwards, with a layer of sweat on his forehead. The cold wind blew Zhou Jingze's open coat to one side. He glanced at Shi Yuejie and sneered. He retracted his gaze from the opponent and was passing by.

A sharp brake sounded, and Shi Yuejie got out of the car panting. He saw the wound on Zhou Jingze's face at a glance and was about to touch him: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Jingze didn't open his face, the disgust in his eyes flashed: "Don't touch me."

Shi Yuejie was not angry either, he parked his bicycle aside, his voice was gentle, "Wait for me."

After speaking, Shi Yuejie ran away. Zhou Jingze stood under the tree and curled his lips. He kicked the stone under his feet boredly. He admired his patience. He really listened to Shi Yuejie's words and waited here. .

He just wanted to see what Shi Yuejie wanted to do.

Ten minutes later, Shi Yuejie ran over from the other side of the road and stopped in front of Zhou Jingze panting. He stuffed a bag of things into Zhou Jingze's hands.

Zhou Jingze looked down and found iodine and gauze inside the white plastic bag. He bowed his head and pulled the corners of his lips, threw the medicine into the trash can with his backhand, and said:

"You pleased the wrong partner."

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After Zhou Jingze left, Xu Sui and Liu ate something outside. After Liu left, Xu Suizheng was about to return to school when he received a call from Hu Qianxi.

Hu Qianxi's depressive and aggrieved cry came from the phone. Xu Sui frowned and said in a worried tone: "What's the matter with you? Is Sheng Nanzhou bullying you?"

"No, I scolded him away, I'm in the dormitory now," Hu Qianxi replied, and said embarrassingly after a while, "I just came to my aunt, and I am so painful and hungry."

Xu Sui understood, and said, "What do you want to eat? I happen to be still outside."

"I want to eat brown sugar glutinous rice cakes and seaweed shark fin porridge," Hu Qianxi sniffed and added, "Chen Ji's family."

Xu Suishi smiled, Hu Qianxi is indeed a lovely picky eater. She nodded: "Okay, I'll take it for you."

"Love you and my follower!" Hu Qianxi immediately confessed.

The shop Hu Qianxi said happened to be near the school. It was opened by an old man named Chen. His porridge is very delicious, the porridge is stewed soft and waxy, and it has a unique floral fragrance, and the price is affordable. Therefore, the business is very hot, and every time I go to eat, I have to wait at least forty minutes.

Maybe today was the reason for the weekend. The guy in the old man's shop asked for leave again, and Xu waited for an hour. She stood drowsy at the door, her eyelids falling straight.

Suddenly, the old man called to her and handed her the packed porridge with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry girl, I'm too busy today."

Xu Sui took the porridge, shook his head, and said, "It's okay."

When Xu Sui walked out of Chen Ji, a cold wind rushed in. She shrank her neck subconsciously and looked forward inadvertently, just in time to see Zhou Jingze getting off the taxi.

"Zhou Jingze?" Xu Sui called to him with some uncertainty.

When Zhou Jingze heard the sound, he walked over. He wore a thin coat and his dark eyebrows were pressed down. He seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Did not eat?" Zhou Jingze's voice was a little dumb, and he saw the porridge in her hand at a glance.

Xu Sui shook his head and replied, "I brought it to Xixi."

The lights of the billiard room opposite the snack street dazzled, illuminating Zhou Jingze's facial features three-dimensionally. At the same time, she also saw the blood marks on his brow bones and opened her eyes slightly: "What's the matter with you?"

"It's okay, I knocked it a bit." Zhou Jingze smiled lazily, his tone not caring too much.

"wait."

Xu Sui rummaged in her bag immediately, and finally found a pink Snoopy band-aid. She nervously smoothed the folds and handed it to him.

Zhou Jingze didn't speak, stared at the pink band-aid in her hand for two seconds, and finally moved his eyes to Xu Sui. After Xu Sui read the message "Do you think the Lord would post this kind of girlish stuff?" in his eyes, she realized that she looked a little embarrassed.

Xu Sui retracted his hand in embarrassment and wrinkled his nose. Zhou Jingze stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly changed his mind and stretched out his hand:

"give it to me."