The charming girl from the 70s seduces her rough husband until he vomits blood

When Mingzhu saw the shocking scars on Qin Zhaozhao's wrist, she was a little frightened for a moment.

How many times has she cut her wrists?

Qin Zhaozhao knelt on the ground in pain, covering his wrist tightly with his hand.

"For more than twenty years, I have endured your hatred and the hell you gave me, but I have no way or the strength to resist. I can only hurt myself again and again. I want to die, but I am afraid of dying. I feel wronged. I even I don’t know where this unwarranted crime that I carry comes from. I remember that when I was a child, you were obviously very good to me..."

"Shut up!" Even though Kang Jingzhi tried to hold on so that he didn't look like he was falling behind, his whole body was still trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't feel wronged in front of me. Your disgusting father knows that he has done some evil things, but he didn't tell you, right? He would rather watch you commit suicide again and again than tell you the truth. This is why?

Because your life is far less important to him, so you don’t have to cry and complain about your grievances in front of me. Everything you endure now is not a gift from me, but a gift from you. Given by the father, if you want to complain, go to him. "

Kang Jingzhi squeezed Mingzhu's wrist hard and lowered his voice: "Mingzhu, I have no strength, please help me go back."

Mingzhu looked at Qin Zhaozhao, who was still squatting on the ground, grieving and confused. She frowned and said nothing. She finally helped Kang Jingzhi and turned around to enter the courtyard.

Kang Jingzhi shouted: "Old Li, disinfect the door carefully and vigorously!"

"Okay, Mr. Kang."

Mingzhu looked back at Master Li and winked at Qin Zhaozhao.

Lao Li understood what Mingzhu meant and nodded.

After the two left, Lao Li walked to Qin Zhaozhao and helped her up: "Miss Qin, I see that you are not in good condition. Let me take you to the car."

Qin Zhaozhao turned to look at Lao Li: "Master, have you followed Kang Jingzhi for many years?"

"It's been many, many years."

"Is he... always in this pain?"

"Mr. Kang's world is too clean and cannot tolerate any flaws, so he has been living alone. Maybe you think you are pitiful, but Mr. Kang's life is not as easy as yours."

Qin Zhaozhao lowered his eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, then turned and walked away.

Master Li was about to follow, but Qin Zhaozhao stopped and said, "Master Li, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine. Thank you."

She nodded to Master Li, turned around and walked away with her lonely figure.

Mingzhu sent Kang Jingzhi back to the front yard. Standing at the door of the house where the floor was in a mess, Kang Jingzhi hesitated.

He turned to look at Mingzhu: "Zhuzhu, please go back."

Mingzhu knew that he had been crazy outside for a while and had reached his limit. He probably wanted to lock himself up and lick his wounds.

If I insist on intervening now, I'm afraid it will make him suffer even more.

She smiled: "You are in a bad state. As a good friend, how could I leave you here alone? I have already called home. I will stay here tonight. You go in and stay." Okay, stop smashing things, call me if you have anything, and I’ll drink tea in the yard.”

Kang Jingzhi didn't have the energy to say anything more, so he nodded, went into the room and took out a pair of clean clothes with gloves on, then turned around and went to the bathroom alone.

When she first came over, Mingzhu noticed that he kept rubbing his palms on his clothes secretly and forcefully.

Obviously he still cares about Qin Zhaozhao's incident before.

But after he took a few steps, as if he thought of something, he asked again: "Zhuzhu, don't look for them anymore. I don't want to hear anyone around me have any interactions with those people."

"it is good."

Seeing how he had just lost his mind and almost killed someone, to be honest, she really didn't dare to act rashly.

After Kang Jingzhi entered the bathroom, he never came out. However, Master Li hurried in after a few minutes.

Mingzhu asked: "Did people send it away?"

"That girl was quite stubborn. She didn't need me to send her off. She just asked me if Mr. Kang had been living in pain all these years. After I replied that it was indeed not easy for Mr. Kang, she left on her own and looked at the figure from behind. , It’s shaky and pitiful.”

Mingzhu nodded.

After a moment of silence, he looked at Master Li again: "Go and call the factory and ask them to fire Qin Zhaozhao. Before leaving, give her fifty yuan as compensation for the factory's breach of contract."

"Hey, good."

Mingzhu thought of Qin Zhaozhao's almost broken look at the door, and thought of the scars on her wrists, and shouted: "Wait a minute, or... wait a little longer."

Anyway, during this period of time, Kang Jingzhi shouldn't be able to take the initiative to go to the factory anymore, so let's stop for a while.

Before things became clear, she wanted to wait and see, so as not to really force her to death in order to save Kang Jingzhi.

This time, Kang Jingzhi came out after soaking in the bathroom for more than half an hour.

Master Li has already cleaned up the mess in his house and disinfected it. You can smell the smell of disinfectant from a distance, which is very pungent.

Mingzhu was still drinking tea in his yard. When she saw that he was not recognized by anyone when he came out of the bathroom like he did when he was seriously ill before, he just looked at her as if she were nothing.

Mingzhu smiled and raised the teacup: "I made good tea. Do you want to have a drink with me?"

Kang Jingzhi shook his head: "You drink, I... take a rest."

"Okay, then go ahead."

Kang Jingzhi entered the room and was quiet for less than half an hour before going to the bathroom again.

This went back and forth until the third time when he came out of the bathroom again, he saw the Pearl Man sitting on the wicker chair at the door of his room.

In the past, when Kang Chengzhi came to see him, he would sit here and communicate with Kang Chengzhi in the yard.

Mingzhu smiled at him: "Your wicker chair is quite comfortable. No wonder you like sitting here so much."

"I can give it to you if you like."

"That's not necessary. Do you plan to continue washing it later?"

Kang Jingzhi was silent for a moment and said nothing.

Mingzhu stood up and faced Kang Jingzhi: "Jingzhi, no matter what kind of bath you take, there is no need to take an entire afternoon. Some of the dirt can be blown away with just a gentle blow with your mouth. There are also some that can be removed with a gentle rinse with water. Can be washed away."

"No, mine can't be washed away, Mingzhu, you don't understand, these can't be washed away at all!"

"Then do you know why it can't be washed away? Because the dirt you have now is on your heart, and washing it with water is useless, so don't hurt your body anymore."

Kang Jing paused, and his eyes fell sadly on Mingzhu's face.

Mingzhu smiled at him: "Kang Jingzhi, I know that this dirty secret you are holding in your heart must be very heavy. If you are unwilling to tell anyone, then you will never be redeemed. It’s a chance, you know?”

"I know."

Mingzhu sighed, she knew it, but she would rather suffer for the rest of her life than say it?

He was forcing himself to use his trump card.

Fine.

"Jingzhi, let me exchange a secret with you."