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Jiang Jing was locked in that storage room.

There are some infrequently used things piled up in the room, and there is an indescribable stale smell in the air. It is cramped and cramped, without even a single window.

The lights were out long ago, and it was pitch black all around.

Jiang Jing stumbled and fell several times, but couldn't find the flashlight, so he could only sit on the ground with his head bowed.

After one night, Jiang Zheng still hadn't calmed down.

He turned down all the work, asked Jiang Jing for leave, and didn't let He Yan and He Shiyun go in to deliver meals to him, insisting on forcing Jiang Jing to admit his mistake.

It's ridiculous, Jiang Jingchang is so old, it's the first time seeing him stay at home for such a long time.

He Yan's worried voice came vaguely: "Xiaojing didn't eat anything last night, and he will starve to death if this continues."

Jiang Zheng said in a deep voice, "Don't worry about him if he's not going to starve to death."

"But..." He Yan wanted to say something more, but was interrupted impatiently by Jiang Zheng: "Aren't you going to send Shi Yun to school? If you don't, you will be late."

The voices outside gradually subsided, the door opened and closed, and only the father and son were left in the whole villa who were silently facing each other.

There was no place to lie down in the storage room, Jiang Jing curled up on the ground, unable to stretch his legs, his whole body was sore.

He rested one arm on his knee and covered his stomach with the other. His pale face was covered by darkness, and only trembling inhalation could be heard.

Sleepy and hungry, very uncomfortable.

His nerves have been highly tense for the past few days. After Ji Shurong's accident, he hasn't had a good rest, and now he is even more physically and mentally exhausted.

But he will not bow to Jiang Zheng.

Why did he admit that he was right?

If he was flustered for a moment when he was first discovered by Jiang Zheng, then he has no worries at all now.Anyway, if the jar is broken, there is no need to hide it.He just likes someone, and he didn't do anything harmful.

But Jiang Zheng didn't think so.

He lingered in the living room smoking a cigarette for a while, and finally went upstairs irritably, and said outside the door: "I will give you two choices, transfer to another school or go abroad?"

Jiang Jing raised his head against the cold wall, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't leave, I want to stay here."

"Impossible." Jiang Zheng said coldly.

The fire in his stomach flared up again, he stared at the black-painted door and said, "Since you don't choose, then I'll help you decide."

He directly took out his mobile phone and called someone, saying that he wanted to transfer his son to a strange city.

Jiang Jing had no choice but to drop his mobile phone through the door, struggled to get up from the ground, kicked the door hard and said, "I don't want to transfer! I'm not going anywhere!"

Jiang Zheng hung up the phone, stood at the railing with a blank face, and let him toss: "If you don't go, you have to go. I will watch you in the future. Don't even think about having any contact with that man."

"I'm not going!"

"It's not up to you."

The quality of the door panel was surprisingly good, Jiang Jing kicked and smashed it, and finally slid and sat on the ground exhausted, panting like a trapped animal.

With his eyes closed, cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and his voice was hoarse: "Let me out..."

"I beg you."

"let me out."

……

His voice became lower and lower, until finally only his lips trembled silently.

He wanted to meet Ji Shurong.

Just a glance.

When He Shiyun came back from school at night, she saw Jiang Zheng sitting on the sofa without saying a word, glanced upstairs and asked, "Is brother still in there?"

Jiang Zheng gave a "hmm" and put out the cigarette butt, with tiredness on his brows: "Go wash your hands and eat first."

He Shiyun bit her lower lip, stood still, and said in a low voice, "Brother hasn't eaten yet?"

"You don't care what he does."

"If my brother doesn't eat, I won't eat." He Shiyun said, sitting down on the sofa, as if she was about to starve to death with Jiang Jing.

Jiang Zheng was already annoyed enough, but seeing her like this made him even more irritable. He threw the cigarette case in his hand heavily on the sofa, and said with a cold face, "If you like to eat or not, you're used to something."

He Yan came out of the kitchen and couldn't help sighing when she saw this scene: "Lao Jiang, no matter how disobedient the child is, he still has to be fed. Xiao Jing has a stubborn temper. The more you behave like this, the less he will admit his mistakes, and in the end it hurts his body." , it is you who feel distressed."

"I feel sorry for him?" Jiang Zheng sneered, went straight to the dining table and sat down, "I wish I didn't have this son now."

The meal was extremely depressing, and Jiang Zheng had no appetite, so he put down his chopsticks after a few bites.

He looked up at the closed door upstairs, and his heart was shaken for a moment.

After all, he is his own son. It would be a lie to say that he doesn't feel distressed.

But the distress was distressed, and in the end, anger prevailed.

He is just such a son, and he cannot be allowed to make mistakes again and again on the crooked path.

Jiang Zheng managed to calm down and went to the study to deal with business for a while, and it was past nine o'clock when he came out.He Shiyun was still sitting on the sofa, writing homework on her lap.

He Yan held a plate of dim sum and handed one to He Shiyun's mouth. When she heard the door of the study, she was startled.

The dim sum almost fell to the ground, but He Shiyun caught it quickly.

Jiang Zheng was a little helpless to meet the cautious eyes of the mother and daughter. He rubbed his eyebrows and said only one sentence: "I'm going to take a bath."

He took off his coat and went into the bathroom.

He Shiyun blinked, thinking of something, she turned her eyes and said to He Yan: "Mom, I want to eat noodles, can you cook them for me?"

"Okay, is egg noodles with tomato okay?"

He Shiyun nodded hastily: "Yes, Mom, remember to close the kitchen door, the smell of oily smoke will come out."

He Yan patted her head and smiled softly: "Got it."

As soon as He Yan left, He Shiyun was the only one left in the living room.

She put down the pen and notebook in her hand, and tiptoed towards the bathroom.

There was a sound of water rushing in the bathroom, Jiang Zheng's coat was hanging on the hanger by the door, He Shiyun pulled the clothes off with a cat on her waist, and did not forget to glance behind her.He Yan was cooking in the kitchen, and no one could see what she was doing.

She reached into her pocket and touched something cold with her fingertips.

I took it out and saw that it was the key.

Everything that followed was silent, the storage room upstairs was opened a crack, He Shiyun slowly opened the door, and whispered: "Brother?"

The darkness was suddenly pierced by a ray of light, Jiang Jing narrowed his eyes feeling a little uncomfortable, sat on the ground and raised his eyes to look at her: "You..."

"I stole my father's key." He Shiyun still had a little smug face, and waved to him: "Brother, come quickly, I brought you something to eat."

Holding a plate of dim sum in her arms, Jiang Jing glanced at it, pursed her lips and walked over.

"Oh, I forgot to bring water, brother, wait a minute, I'll get you a glass of water." He Shiyun stuffed the plate into his hand, and was about to turn around when Jiang Jing grabbed her wrist.

Jiang Jing's fingers were very cold, she flinched from the ice.

"Brother?" she called out in confusion.

Jiang Jing looked down at her eyes, his chapped and pale lips moved, and said in an inaudible way: "Thank you."

He Shiyun was taken aback, swallowed involuntarily, a little embarrassed: "Brother, you don't need to do this, I just..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Jing let go of her wrist and walked out of the room.

Only one light in the corridor was turned on, and the dim light fell on Jiang Jing, covering his deep eyebrows and eyes.

His eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at He Shiyun fixedly.

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through her mind, He Shiyun clenched her hands tightly, and finally just lowered her head and took a step back.

Holding the plate that Jiang Jing stuffed back in her arms, she watched him rush downstairs.

It was so dark outside, and he was alone, not knowing where to go.

In the middle of winter, the temperature dropped below zero in the middle of the night, and Jiang Jing didn't wear a jacket, and the cold wind hit his face when he ran.

He didn't dare to stop. There were no people on this road, not even a car.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the bustling road finally appeared in my sweat-blurred vision.

Jiang Jing didn't have much strength in the first place, and he felt a stabbing pain in his chest from the cold wind. He propped himself up on his knees for breath, and stretched out his hand to stop an approaching taxi.

He opened the car door and sat in, closed his eyes exhaustedly, and said, "Go to the Central Hospital."

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