Long Island High School

kick out the house

Coming home was a devastating altercation.

He Jiashu was being watched by the provincial prosecutor, and he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to take care of himself.He Jiaqi felt like he had cut off his own arm. The beast had its claws and teeth pulled out, so it could only crawl to a corner, panting for breath.He Jiaqi prides himself on being a gentleman, and never wants to get involved in such dirty things. If he doesn't do it himself, he can't save face and can't find anyone he can trust.During these days, he was in a bad mood.

He Yuan just hit the muzzle of the gun.

On weekdays, this daughter is his eyeball, the sustenance of his leisure and leisure, and a rose that he carefully cares for, exhausting his efforts and giving a lot.

If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't let Huizhen stay, let alone divorce his ex-wife.

A son needs to be suppressed, honed, cultivated, and inherited the family business; while a daughter, it all depends on his mood, which is a little comfort he gives himself from his selfishness.

But now he looked at this woman with heavy makeup and a strange dress, how could she have the elegant and demure look he had hoped for back then!

Whatever he liked, He Yuan hated.He even hated the name he had given her.For so many years, she has been against him.

As soon as he entered, He Jiaqi, who was drinking tea on the sofa, asked, "Where did you go?"

He asked in a deep voice with the tone of an uplifting teacher, and when he heard about her from He Wenzhou, he trembled with anger.She doesn't honor him, she only humiliates her.Does she have any sense of shame?

He Yuan was just about to go upstairs with her skirt in hand when she suddenly stopped: "What does it have to do with you?"

"What you have done is not allowed to be asked?"

"What have I done?"

"You speak for yourself!"

It is rare for a father to be angry, but He Yuan is not afraid.She laughed: "I know, I lost your person, and you became angry with shame, so you'll settle accounts with me..."

"What are you talking about!"

The father smashed the teacup in his hand, and the women in the room were shocked, and they appeared faintly from a certain corner.

For a moment there was no sound in the room.

He Jiaqi said: "Go in!"

The woman silently tried to disappear again, but He Yuan suddenly exploded: "If you don't like us, drive us away immediately."

"I just can't understand you."

He Jiaqi stood up, and there was a cold light behind the glasses.

"Look at the clothes you're wearing, do you still look like a girl?"

"Why am I not like a girl?"

"Why don't you practice Chinese dance anymore?"

"Will the teachers in Beijing be willing to go abroad to teach me?"

"I found a teacher for you abroad!"

"I don't understand what those foreign teachers are saying!"

"Then why don't you just drink, smoke, go clubbing, and let yourself be depraved? It's even better now. The daughter of the He family was found in the police station, and I'm ashamed! Do you still know how to respect yourself? Your brother has already passed the exam at this time." In No. [-] Middle School, Chinese painting has won awards in the whole city. After graduating, he studied finance and has been helping the family. Look at you again, how crazy you look!"

He Yuan was already furious, but now she compares her with her brother, and says that she doesn't love herself, and she can't stand it.

"In the end, you just despise me! You hate me so much, you shouldn't have given birth to me in the first place!"

He Jiaqi said: "I do regret it, how could there be a daughter like you."

He Yuan sneered and said, "What do you think? When you left your mother and me abroad, did you ever think that I was your daughter? There was a shootout upstairs, the neighbor's corpse stinks, and the forensic police knocked on the door. We were afraid When I was hiding in the room, did you ever think that I was your daughter? For most of my life, you never existed. When I was young, I followed my mother to hide and move around. You crawled out of that house and got into this house. Did you ever think that I am your daughter—”

A loud slap slapped the girl in the face, almost knocking her to the ground.

The girl was still staring at him, tears streaming down her face, like an enemy.

"You are selfish, sinister and cunning, and you have the face to ask how can you have a daughter like me? You ruined me, you ruined my mother, ruined all of this! You'd better always remember, I hate you, I Hate you forever—"

He Jiaqi was trembling and wanted to slap again, her furious and distorted face was revealed, it was no longer refined and superior.The girl raised her head to meet his slap and remained motionless.

In this room, Huizhen numbly disappeared into the background, she didn't stop her, she didn't come forward, there was nothing.

The behemoth at the pinnacle of power felt the loss at this moment, and was deeply shocked by his own failure. He put his hand down, and slowly uttered two words: "Go away."

The girl ran upstairs and cried.

He Wenzhou has been sitting on the sofa in the corner since he entered the room, and the lingering smoke enveloped his body.He smiled behind the smoke, thinking it was all absurd.They lived in this house with red curtains, and Dad was no longer Dad, and Mom was no longer Mom, and the enemy who stole his love was occupying the magpie's nest, arguing with his father.It was like a fuse. From the moment he peeked on the balcony and saw his parents tearing up and arguing, the house was cursed.The grievances were soaring and endless, and they were all trapped in this grievance curse, and none of them could escape.He suddenly fell in love with the house, and he smiled slowly, finding it amusing.

He Jiaqi seemed to have aged in an instant.He was wearing a woolen vest, which was unthreaded and bound his body tightly.He arched his back, his breath was weak because of his anger and successive blows, and he was no longer what he used to be.

He turned his head and saw He Wenzhou smiling and was even angrier: "What are you laughing at?"

He Wenzhou is still recalling his handsome appearance back then, probably this is the face his mother liked.He is also very good at coaxing women.

He raised his eyebrows, but didn't stand up: "It's nothing."

"Put the cigarette out."

His father hates the smell of cigarettes the most, he keeps himself clean.

He Wenzhou put out the cigarette in the ashtray, and He Jiaqi also sat down, and said to He Wenzhou, "How about Line 2?"

"I do not know."

He Jiaqi got angry again: "Why don't you know! Now that your second uncle is away, you have to take care of it more, don't let them divide it up, those wolves!"

He Wenzhou said: "You let me see, then I'll take a look."

He Jiaqi waved to him, and He Wenzhou leaned over.The two chattered, He Jiaqi instructed him for a while, and finally said:

"You don't need to worry about your second uncle. I have a way to find him out. Now you have to be more vigilant about the family affairs, and don't make any more troubles. Do you hear me?"

He Wenzhou said: "Understood."

"Go."

He Wenzhou got up to get his clothes, and glanced upstairs: "Stop coaxing her?"

He Jiaqi waved her hand: "It's because you are used to making her look crazy!"

He Wenzhou smiled, turned and left.

After watching a good show at home, he felt very excited, eager to try, wanting to have fun and play wild.He rushed to Song Jing's house like crazy, and bought a lot of wine on the way, all kinds of wine.Japanese, Korean, American, all kinds of grotesque bottles, all kinds of tastes.He moved them all, and with two bottles of wine, he rushed upstairs, knocked on the door, and kept shouting: "Brother, brother, come and drink!"

But Song Jing opened the door, saw him, threw out all the clothes, rings, and gifts he had left here, and closed the door with a bang.

Without warning, without reason, he threw him out of the house.