After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Song Jin'an carried a small schoolbag, stuffed a few clothes into it, and went out with a straight face.

Before going out, he did not forget to lock the door and pull out the key.

He was walking alone on the road, and he didn't know what to eat. He walked aimlessly with his head down, and he looked quite lost.

His stomach was growling and he was already very hungry, but he couldn't get up the energy to eat.

He didn't know where he had gone, but he suddenly smelled a fragrance while walking. It was a snack he wanted to eat but couldn't eat before!

Song Jin'an stood there and took a look, wanting to go over and have a good meal, but Fu Chengwang didn't know anyway, and even if he knew, he probably wouldn't say anything more.

The person he cares more about is back.

Song Jin'an, he should be sensible and get the hell out!

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that he had no money, and all his money had been paid to Cheng Wang.

He is very hungry now, but has no money to eat.

He didn't want to go back to that villa again, at least not tonight.

But without money, where can he go, and there is no money to stay in a hotel.

Song Jin'an walked alone on the street for a long time, and finally at the entrance of a supermarket, a young lady wearing a bib stopped him, saying that they had launched a new lotus root noodle, and they had an event today, it was very cheap, and he could try it first.

Song Jin'an hesitated for a while, but still took it and ate it.

The young lady asked him how he was, and if he liked it, he could buy some.

Song Jin'an lowered his head in embarrassment, tears streaming down his face.He shook his head and walked away quickly.

He has no money, lotus root noodles are delicious, but he can't afford them.

He wanted to call Fu Chengwang, but when he thought that his Waqin was still at home, he only ordered food for Waqin, which was always ordered for him in the past!

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, so he simply squatted under the shade of a tree and began to cry in a low voice.

The cold wind blows his soft hair all over the place, and he always refuses to stay where he is, just like Song Jin'an at this time, homeless.

Cold and hungry, there was nothing he could do, and in the end Song Jin'an went back to the villa in despair.

As soon as he opened the door and entered, the heating was full, and Song Jin'an's body became warmer in an instant.

But as soon as he saw Zuo Zengqi sitting on the sofa watching TV, he immediately went back cold.

Zuo Zengqi saw his distressed appearance, raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and said, "You're back, I'm still waiting for you to clean up my room."

Song Jin'an gave him a blank look: "You don't have long hands or feet? Can't you clean it up yourself? You are disabled at a young age! How pitiful!"

"You!" Zuo Zengqi's face twisted for a moment, but he recovered quickly, and put on a helpless look: "You are so stubborn, why don't you believe it? How about this, let me show you our The contract, you just believe it."

He opened the suitcase, took out a file bag from it, and carefully pulled out a piece of red paper.

Zuo Zengqi handed it to Song Jin'an, and said: "Be careful, don't break it, this paper has been aging for too many years."

Song Jin'an endured and endured, and still took the paper without disappointment.

It was written in black and red on the paper that the Fu family and the Zuo family were married, and the two parties to the marriage were Fu Chengwang and Zuo Zengqi.

It has the signatures of the two elders and the palm prints of the two children.

One is bigger and one is smaller.

For a moment, Song Jin'an really wanted to tear up that piece of paper, but what's the use?

After so many years, the baby relatives witnessed by the elders of the two parties should have been recorded in the marriage book long ago.

He was torn to pieces, so could this marriage be done away with?What's the use of him struggling?

Fu Chengwang has long been someone else's husband, and has been married to someone else for a long time, but he is just a joke.

He returned the paper to Zuo Zengqi, with his head down and his fingers trembling slightly.

"Wait a minute." Song Jin'an's voice was very low, if he hadn't been paying attention to him, he might not have heard it.

Zuo Zengqi turned his head sideways, indicating that he was free.

Song Jin'an went upstairs, took out the travel bag he bought, chose a few thicker clothes, and the suit he wore when he came, and put them all into the bag.

He looked around, as if there was nothing to take away.

In this house, there is really nothing that belongs to him.

After a pause, he took out the few remaining dollars from the drawer and put them in his pocket.

In the end, he pulled the ring out of his finger, stroked it lightly, and remembered the scene when Fu Chengwang proposed to him.

It's in this room.

The happiness and touch at that time seem to be still vivid in my mind, but now it has only been a short period of time, and everything has disappeared.

Song Jin'an put the ring in the deepest part of the bedside table, and left with his bag on his back.

Goodbye, Fu Chengwang.

Finally, bless you.