I turned wild after kicking my ex

Jiang Jing drove away from the hospital.

When he came to an intersection, his cell phone rang suddenly.

While waiting for the red light, Jiang Jing took out his mobile phone and picked up the call from his assistant.

The assistant's anxious voice came from the phone, "Mr. Jiang, after you left just now, Mr. Shen cut his wrist again!"

Jiang Jing tightened his grip on the phone, looked at the red light ahead, and said in a deep voice, "Then let the doctor handle it."

The assistant hesitated: "But Mr. Shen said that unless you are here, he won't let the doctor treat the wound."

Jiang Jing frowned slightly, "Then you can figure out a solution yourself, I will pay you, not for you to find problems for me!"

Before the assistant could speak, Jiang Jing said again: "In the future, you don't need to tell me about him, you can handle it yourself."

After speaking, Jiang Jing hung up the phone, threw the phone to the passenger seat, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

The car was driving aimlessly on the road, like a headless chicken flying all over most of the city.

Jiang Jing parked the car on the side of the road, picked up his phone again, hesitated, and sent a message to Qiu Tianwen: This time I really made it clear to him, no matter what happens in the future, I will never see him again.

After the text message was sent, there was no reply for a long time.

Jiang Jing added unwillingly: Even if he commits suicide again, I will not see him, I will do what I say.

The text messages sent out are like sinking into the sea, without stirring up any waves.

At this moment, the car window was knocked from the outside.

Jiang Jing turned a deaf ear and stared at the text box with reddish eyes.

The people outside seemed to be waiting impatiently, the noise of knocking on the window became louder and louder, and the muffled sound of "dong dong dong" hit Jiang Jing's eardrums, adding to the depression in his heart.

Jiang Jing lowered the window of the car, and a traffic policeman in uniform stood outside, smelling the strong smell of alcohol in the car, and immediately said seriously: "Sir, we suspect you of drinking and driving, please get out of the car and undergo a test."

Jiang Jing smelled of alcohol and tobacco all over his body, and he couldn't walk steadily. Anyone with eyes could tell that he drank a lot.

Seeing the traffic police's reluctance, Jiang Jing's face was extremely ugly. He dug out a number from the address book and dialed it.

After a while, the traffic police came back after answering the phone call, with an uneasy expression on their faces. Although they did not detain him, they still had Jiang Jing's driver's license confiscated and asked him to find a family member or friend to take him home.

Jiang Jing's head was dizzy from the burning of alcohol, he leaned against the car body and barely stood still, without hesitation, he found Qiu Tianwen's number and dialed it directly.

The phone was hung up as soon as it was connected.

Jiang Jing kept calling like masochistic, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be impatient with the noise, and finally answered the phone.

Qiu Tianwen's calm voice came from the phone, "What's the matter?"

The traffic policeman said to the phone: "Hi, we are the traffic police brigade here. Your wife has already had her driver's license impounded on suspicion of drunk driving. Please come and pick her up."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, and the traffic police yelled several times. After a while, Qiu Tianwen's indifferent tone sounded from the other side: "His business has nothing to do with me. You should deal with it."

Jiang Jing's eyes were reddened by these words, and he yelled at the other end of the phone, "Qiu Tianwen, do you really ignore me?"

There was a pause on the other end, and then hung up the phone.

Jiang Jing snatched the mobile phone from the traffic policeman and called it persistently. The cold mechanical female voice kept repeating, "The person you dialed has turned off the phone."

Jiang Jing's chest rose and fell violently, and he kicked the wheel hard as if venting his anger, and pressed his head against the car window as if he was exhausted, feeling so suffocated that he couldn't breathe.

Does Qiu Tianwen really hate himself that much?

The traffic police saw that Jiang Jing was in a bad mood, and they were about to call it a day, so they planned to send him back, "Where is your home?"

Jiang Jing leaned on the seat in a daze, as if his soul had been emptied, and closed his eyes to give an address.

The car stopped in front of a Jiang'an courtyard villa, Jiang Jing staggered down the car, staggered into the yard.

When he came to the door of the villa, he heard movement from inside, mixed with Jiang Cunjie's indistinct scolding.

Jiang Jing pushed the door open and walked in, at the same time a figure flew past him at the speed of a meteor and slammed into the wall hard.

It was a face that often appeared on the big screen, a small face as big as a palm, clear and clean eyes like a deer, and the delicacy of the facial features seemed to be a perfection fabricated by nature to become a star.

Jiang Jing recognized the beaten person as Xia Xue, the starlet that his brother had been with for the longest time.

Jiang Jing frowned, and called out, "Brother."

Hearing the movement, Jiang Cunjie looked towards the door and saw that it was his younger brother who came, and his face improved a little.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Cunjie stepped on Xia Xue's chest, "Then let me know you're hooking up outside, and I'll kill you."

Xia Xue's face was as white as a piece of paper, and he endured the pain and said: "He and I are just ordinary friends, so we are not as dirty as you think!"

Jiang Cunjie raised his hand high, "You fucking talk back, don't you?"

Xia Xue bit his lip aggrievedly, raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Cunjie with resentful eyes.

Jiang Cunjie was successfully irritated by this look, wishing to drag this lifeless little thing into the room to teach him a lesson, he kicked Xia Xue hard with his feet, like treating garbage, "Go back, I will clean up next time you."

Feeling relieved, Xia Xue stood up with difficulty supporting the wall, covering the place where Jiang Cunjie had kicked with both hands, and limped away from the villa.

Jiang Cunjie ordered his servant to wipe off the blood on the ground, patted the sofa beside him, and signaled Jiang Jing to come over, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

Jiang Jing sat on the sofa without saying a word.

As soon as he got close, Jiang Cunjie could smell the strong smell of alcohol on Jiang Jing's body. He drooped his head, not knowing what he was thinking, but it seemed that he was worried.

"What's the matter, unhappy?"

Jiang Cunjie knows his younger brother best, and runs to him every time he is in a bad mood.

Eight years ago, Jiang Jing's pursuit of Qiu Tianwen was rejected, and he came here to drink the foreign wine he had treasured for several years, which made him feel very distressed.

Jiang Jing covered his face with his hands, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, I feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Cunjie pinched the back of Jiang Jing's neck, "Who has wronged you? Tell brother, brother will vent your anger on you."

Jiang Jing stared blankly at the carpet under his feet. After a moment of silence, he said hoarsely: "Qiu Tianwen beat our child."

Jiang Cunjie frowned. Seeing Jiang Jing's distraught look, he smiled again and said, "I thought it was such a big deal. If it's gone, it's gone. Maybe it's some kind of monster."

Jiang Jing's eyes were full of pain, he bent down, put his hands into his hair and rubbed it vigorously twice, "How could he...why didn't he come to me, why did he kill our child?"

Jiang Cunjie didn't take it seriously, "If you really want a child, brother will find a way for you to hold it for fun?"

Jiang Jing's eyes were lost, and he said stubbornly: "I only want Qiu Tianwen to give birth to me."

Jiang Cunjie didn't take it seriously, and patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, it's not just a man, if you like Qiu Tianwen, brother, let someone look for you, and I promise to be more obedient than him."

Jiang Jing shook his head, he couldn't even look down on Shen Shulin, let alone others.

"Then what's the matter, brother help you teach him a lesson?" Jiang Cunjie said angrily, "You have the final say on how to deal with him."

Jiang Jing closed his eyes in pain, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't touch him, this is a matter between the two of us, don't interfere."

Jiang Cunjie couldn't see Jiang Jing's decadent look, clicked his tongue, and put out his cigarette, "It's all right, I'll listen to you, that brother will take you out to have fun, don't put on a bitter face, put yourself down for a man. Tossing so that people are neither ghosts nor ghosts, and they are not afraid of being laughed at."

Jiang Jing sat motionless, but Jiang Cunjie forced him out of the door.

Jiang Cunjie was a regular customer of Emgrand, and as soon as he went there, someone led them to the box. Jiang Cunjie sat down on the leather sofa and explained a few words to the manager: "Go, find some chicks for my brother."

The manager responded immediately, and within a short while, he brought in seven or eight young children who were tender and fresh.

Jiang Cunjie ordered a male college student with white skin and hips for himself, and raised his chin at Jiang Jing, "Xiao Jing, see which one you like."

Jiang Jing raised his eyes and glanced around, all of his immature faces were not inferior in talent shows.

It's just that he is not interested at all, he only wants Qiu Tianwen.

Jiang Cunjie waited for a long time but didn't see Jiang Jing saying anything, so he ordered a pleasing one for him, "It's just you."

The young man who was named came to sit down next to Jiang Jing, and poured him wine politely, "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Jing squinted at him, took the wine glass from him in a disinterested manner, and took a sip of the wine with his head up.

Seeing that Jiang Jing did not resist, the young man bravely approached him, "Mr. Jiang, are you in a bad mood?"

Jiang Jing drank the remaining half glass of wine, put the glass on the table with a "snap", and said in a deep voice, "Pour me the wine, don't ask too much."

The young man filled up the wine wisely, taking advantage of the gap in passing the wine glass, he leaned close to Jiang Jing intentionally or unintentionally, "Mr. Jiang, what's the point of drinking by yourself? I know there is a very interesting way to play it. Do you want to try it?"

Seeing that Jiang Jing stopped drinking, the young man thought that he had acquiesced, picked up the glass and drank it down in one gulp, and slowly approached Jiang Jing's face, his lips were about to stick to it.

At the moment when their lips were about to touch each other, Qiu Tianwen's disappointed face flashed in Jiang Jing's mind. He pushed the young man in front of him away, and sternly shouted, "Who told you to touch me!"

The young man was splashed all over by the wine, and was so frightened that he sat there motionless and did not dare to move.

Jiang Cunjie was having a heated fight with the college students at the other end. Hearing the movement here, he waved at the young man, "Go out."

Aggrieved, the young man took two paper towels to wipe his clothes, got up and exited the box.

Jiang Jing pressed her temple hard, and said hoarsely, "Brother, I want to go home."

Jiang Cunjie leaned on the sofa, put his arms around the college student in his arms, and asked, "Stop playing?"

Jiang Jing shook his head, staring at the reflection in the wine glass out of focus, "Qiu Tianwen is not here, what's the point?"

Originally, Jiang Cunjie wanted to change someone to serve Jiang Jing, but Jiang Jing insisted on leaving, so Jiang Cunjie had to take him back.

When Jiang Jing got out of the car, he couldn't walk, so he relied on Jiang Cunjie's support.

Jiang Cunjie mocked: "You kid is too few people to play with. Once you get a taste of it, you will look down on Qiu Tianwen, Wang Tianwen and Chen Tianwen."

Jiang Jing staggered up the steps and said drunkenly: "Brother, you don't understand, no one is better than him."

Jiang Cunjie sneered, "Hey, why didn't you like him before? It must be that bankrupt surnamed Shen."

Jiang Jing's heart ached, his brother's words felt like a knife had been stabbed in his heart, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Jiang Cunjie put Jiang Jing on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover him, "Okay, you're just drunk, and when you wake up, I promise you will forget about these things."

With the overhead lights turned off, the room was plunged into darkness.

Jiang Jing stared blankly at the ceiling, and muttered to himself in the dark: "Qiu Tianwen..."

The only response to him was a dead silence.

For the next few days, Jiang Jing stayed in Jiang Cunjie's villa.

He stayed in the room every day to drink away his worries, and he didn't even go to the company. His whole body wasted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One day when Jiang Cunjie came home from get off work, he happened to meet a servant coming downstairs with a dinner plate, and the dinner he had prepared had not been touched.

Jiang Cunjie frowned, "This kid hasn't eaten yet?"

The servant nodded, "The young master said he has no appetite."

Jiang Cunjie frowned, "Is he planning to go on a hunger strike or something?"

The servant glanced at the direction upstairs, and whispered: "Just now when I delivered the meal, I saw the young master call Mr. Qiu, but Mr. Qiu seemed to block him, so the young master smashed his phone in anger. "

Jiang Cunjie squinted his eyes, revealing a touch of coldness, "It seems that the boy is really determined, and he insists on Qiu Tianwen."

The servant said worriedly: "Boss Jiang, why don't you go and persuade the young master? He doesn't eat all the time. How can his body survive this situation?"

Jiang Cunjie waved his hand, signaling the servant to go down first, he looked up at Jiang Jing's room, his eyes were a little dark, hiding his incomprehensible thoughts.