Lingering to the Bone: The President's Way of Chasing His Wife

After Mr. Zhang went upstairs, he continued to get angry. He never thought that the son he had raised so hard would scald himself with boiling water because of a woman who was absent-minded.Mr. Zhang felt uncomfortable. He always thought that no matter how much the son he raised loved his daughter-in-law, he would at least know how to treat him well, and would not scald himself with boiling water. The more Mr. Zhang thought about it, the angrier he became.

Not long after Mr. Zhang went upstairs, Zhang Zhentian went upstairs with a jar of wine. He kept feeding wine to his mouth in the bedroom as before. He recalled what he said to Xia Jing in his mind. Every single word, even himself, a forgetful person, can still remember clearly, let alone Xia Jing who is extremely arrogant?Every time he thought of the hurtful words he said to Xia Jing, his heart felt like a knife was being cut one by one, and the pain was extremely painful.

Zhang Zhentian thought that he could see Xia Jing only when he was drunk, because only when he was drunk could he escape reality and meet Xia Jing in his dream.

boom……

The wine jar that Zhang Zhentian was holding accidentally slipped from Zhang Zhentian's hand, and fell directly to the ground, shattering instantly.Zhang Zhentian was woken up by the loud noise. He opened his eyes in a daze. He looked at the broken wine jars all over the floor. He knew that if Mr. Zhang saw him bringing wine to the bedroom to drink again, he would definitely not be able to escape, and he would have to be dealt with by his father according to the house rules.

Zhang Zhentian thought that he could just clean it up, but he didn't expect that he was woken up by his loud noise. At this time, Mr. Zhang was standing at the door of his bedroom, but he didn't open the door to come in.Zhang Zhentian packed up the debris on the ground and wrapped it in his own shirt, ready to go downstairs to throw it away. He thought that the clothes he made were perfect, but how could he think that his father was standing at the door of his bedroom?When Zhang Zhentian pushed open the door and was about to go out, a person appeared in front of him suddenly. Zhang Zhentian was so frightened that he threw the things in his hand on the ground. When he saw that it was his father, he breathed a sigh of relief, but When he saw that the things in his hand had fallen to the ground, he raised his breath again.

"Dad, you, are you still up so late?" Zhang Zhentian asked Mr. Zhang hesitantly.

Mr. Zhang became angry when he saw the things on the ground: "Sleeping? Didn't you sleep too?"

Zhang Zhentian didn't know how to answer his father, he was silent for a while before he said softly: "Dad, it's not that I don't sleep, I'm going to throw out the trash, the trash can in the room is full!"

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he became very angry. He casually asked Zhang Zhentian, "Oh? So the trash can in your bedroom is full? I thought it was you who fell in the middle of the night!"

"How come, Dad, I just want to go downstairs to throw out the garbage, you go to bed first, I'll be back in a while!" Zhang Zhentian wanted to run as soon as he finished speaking, but how could Mr. Zhang let Zhang Zhentian be fooled so easily? How about pass?

Mr. Zhang called Zhang Zhentian to stop, and asked Zhang Zhentian again unhurriedly: "Wait a minute, Zhentian, I want to ask you a question, I wonder if you can answer it for me, father?"

As soon as Zhang Zhentian heard his father say this, it must be a bad thing, he could only bite the bullet and replied: "Of course, Dad, please tell me!"

"Zhentian, are you rich?" Mr. Zhang just said this, which caught Zhang Zhentian off guard.

"Dad, why do you say that? You also know how much my monthly salary is. Don't you pay for a lot of expenses at home? You make my son feel embarrassed by your question." Zhang Zhentian said a little unhappy .

"Oh? How come you have no money? Your father, I think you are very rich!" Mr. Zhang said without changing his face.

Zhang Zhentian felt that what his father said was very strange, and it was completely wrong with what he said at dinner today, which made Zhang Zhentian a little unpredictable about his father's thoughts.

"Dad, you clearly know that I'm not as rich as you, so why do you still say that? To show me that you are richer than me or there are other reasons, you can just say it straight, why beat around the bush?" Zhang Zhentian was a little angry Said to Mr. Zhang.

"Why am I showing off to you that I'm richer than you? Dad, aren't I earning such a large family fortune just to earn more money for you?" Mr. Zhang looked at Zhang Zhentian with a half-smile and said.

"Then what do you mean?" Zhang Zhentian said impatiently.

"Okay, since you asked me to speak straight, then I will speak straight."

"Well, tell me."

"Zhentian, since you keep saying that you have no money, let me ask you, would a person without money use a custom-made shirt worth thousands of dollars to pack garbage?" Mr. Zhang's originally amiable face suddenly changed. Got dead.

Hearing what his father said, Zhang Zhentian stood there motionless as if he had been struck by lightning on a rainy day.

Before Zhang Zhentian was overwhelmed, Mr. Zhang spoke again: "Zhang Zhentian, tell me, what is wrapped in your shirt?"

Zhang Zhentian yelled secretly when he heard it: "Not good!"

Don't look at Mr. Zhang who is already in his fifties, his ears are very sharp, he can hear clearly as long as there is a little sound. As soon as Zhang Zhentian finished speaking, Mr. Zhang opened his mouth.

"What are you talking about? What's wrong? Could it be that your shirt is hiding some secrets?" Mr. Zhang bent down to pick up the shirt after he finished speaking. How could Zhang Zhentian let his father get the bag with the wine jar? What about the shredded shirt?

Before Mr. Zhang bent down to pick up the shirt, Zhang Zhentian suddenly bent down and picked it up. Seeing how fierce Zhang Zhentian's reaction was, Mr. Zhang suspected that there was something weird in the dress. Mr. Zhang spread his hands, Zhang Zhentian He understood that Mr. Zhang was asking him to hand over his things.

Zhang Zhentian was in a hurry. He didn't know whether to hand it in or not. He knew very well that if he handed it in, his father would definitely not be able to forgive him if he saw the contents inside. But if he didn't hand it in, his father would firmly believe that there was a secret in the shirt. This put Zhang Zhentian in a dilemma.

Zhang Zhentian opened his mouth and said to Mr. Zhang: "Dad, there is really nothing in it. This shirt is only used to pack garbage after I don't want it."

Mr. Zhang didn't believe it.

"Since there is rubbish inside, you can take it and I'll throw it away for you. I just have to go out to do something." Mr. Zhang spread his hand towards Zhang Zhentian again.

"Dad, this is really rubbish." Zhang Zhentian explained.

"I know it's garbage, so I said I threw it out for you by the way!"

Zhang Zhentian became more and more flustered.

"Dad, no, son, how can I ask my dad to help me take out the trash, don't you think so?"

"What's the matter, I'll throw it away for you by the way, so that you don't have to run again!" Mr. Zhang went to Zhang Zhentian to take the shirt after he finished speaking. Zhang Zhentian avoided it all at once. The old man is not happy.

"Zhentian, what do you mean? Why are you avoiding me?" Mr. Zhang asked Zhang Zhentian.

"Dad, it's getting late. Go to bed early, and I'll come back when I lose it." Zhang Zhentian ran away, and old man Zhang called Zhang Zhentian to stop.

"Stop, Zhentian, there's no need to act. Don't think I don't know what's in it. Did you bring the wine to the bedroom to drink again?" Mr. Zhang didn't bother to beat around the bush with Zhang Zhentian, so he said it straight away. .As soon as Zhang Zhentian heard it, he knew that his father was deliberately playing a game of cat and mouse with him.

Zhang Zhentian threw the things in his hand on the ground, and said, "Since you already know, I'm not afraid to tell you, that's right, I just brought the wine into the bedroom to drink. You can punish yourself however you want."

"Happy, you said this yourself, you haven't forgotten the family rules."

"I haven't forgotten!" Zhang Zhentian replied bluntly.

"That's good, you can figure it out." Mr. Zhang left without looking up. Zhang Zhentian didn't expect to be discovered by his father in the end.

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