I see ghosts every day I open my eyes

The dinner was in high spirits, Zhang Haiying and Zhou Jin both drank some wine, Zhang Haiying didn't allow them to leave at night, and let them live together in Cheng Shuqing's former house.

At night, Zhou Jin sat on Cheng Shuqing's bed with drunken eyes, looked left and right, and then looked at Cheng Shuqing who was about to wipe his face with a smile, "Cheng Shuqing, your house is quite big. Hit me That's more than double, tell me, why do you insist on squeezing me in that small place?" As he spoke, he reached out and pushed Cheng Shuqing's hand holding the hot towel away, and patted his buttocks The bed, "This bed is big and comfortable, why don't you know how to cherish blessings? Stupid!" After speaking, he pressed hard on it, and his body couldn't sit still for a while, and he was about to fall off the bed.

Cheng Shuqing had sharp eyes and quick hands, grabbed him into his arms, and sighed softly, "Your wine is really not that good." Holding a towel in one hand, he carefully wiped Zhou Jin's face.Cheng Shuqing stretched Zhou Jin's neck comfortably, squinting his eyes.Limp all over, he leaned lazily on Cheng Shuqing's body, raised his head obediently, and asked Cheng Shuqing to wipe his face for him.

"Cheng Shuqing, you're really good at wiping. From now on, wipe it for me too, every day." Zhou Jin looked sideways at Cheng Shuqing and murmured softly.

The movements of Cheng Shuqing's subordinates froze, looking at the drunk cat in his arms, he felt faintly thirsty.But the little guy in front of him still hugged him desperately, "Cheng Shuqing, Cheng Shuqing, why are you so nice?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not good enough..."

While muttering, Zhou Jin threw himself into Cheng Shuqing's arms, and not long after, he heard a soft snoring sound.

Cheng Shuqing rested his chin on Zhou Jin's forehead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Fool, no one said you are bad. Finding you is my good fortune."

Zhou Jin closed his eyes, moved his mouth a few times, and then snored louder.

Early the next morning, Zhou Jin and Cheng Shuqing bid farewell to Zhang Haiying.Before leaving, Zhang Haiying took Zhou Jin's hand and told him to come over for dinner this weekend.Zhou Jin agreed three times in a row before Zhang Haiying let them go and asked the driver to take them back.

"Your mother is so kind." As the car drove away, Zhou Jin waved to Zhang Haiying who was standing at the door watching them while the car drove away. He didn't sit back until Zhang Haiying was completely out of sight.

"She likes you very much." Cheng Shuqing held his hand and said with a smile.

Zhou Jin smiled when he heard this, then said nothing, and looked out the car window quietly, with a look of loss.

The car drove downstairs to Zhou Jin's house, and the two got out of the car. After walking a few steps forward, they saw a woman walking straight towards them.

When Zhou Jin saw that person, his body froze obviously, and he subconsciously broke free from Cheng Shuqing's hand holding him.

Cheng Shuqing glanced down at the thrown hand, frowning slightly.Looking at Zhou Jin again, I saw that his brows were full of panic, but he tried his best not to show himself.

Seeing this, Cheng Shuqing turned his attention to the lady again.

From the surface, the lady was only about forty, and she was full of pampering.She has fair skin, sparkling diamond earrings, and a lavender dress, revealing her slender and delicate body.The makeup is exquisite, but it can't hide the small wrinkles at the corners of the mouth, and the expression is calm, but it can't hide the anger in the eyes.

In Zhou Jin's memory, that anger was the source of pain in his life.His body began to tremble slightly involuntarily, but he tried his best to straighten his back, forcing himself to look at the woman.

The woman stepped on a pair of white stiletto heels, and the crisp knocking sound was like a nail, wedged on Zhou Jin's heart one by one.

The lady approached, raised her slender hand and slapped Zhou Jin in the face.

Zhou Jin subconsciously tilted his head to hide, but never thought of reaching out to block it.

The pain in his memory didn't subside for a long time, Zhou Jin opened his eyes to look, and saw Cheng Shuqing standing in front of him, holding the hand of the woman Gao Yang.

"Zhou Jin, did I give birth to you to find someone to treat me like this?" Yang Shuang looked at Cheng Shuqing coldly.

Hearing this, Cheng Shuqing let go of Yang Shuang's hand and said softly, "Ma'am, this is a public place. If you don't mind, let's move on to another place so we can explain things clearly."

Yang Shuang looked up at the man in front of her, thought about it, and then said nothing.

Zhou Jin, who had been silent all this time, finally said, "There is a coffee shop in front." Then he turned his head and walked out.

After the three of them came to the coffee shop together, Cheng Shuqing found someone to arrange a relatively remote and quiet place, and sat with Zhou Jin opposite Yang Shuang.

Yang Shuang glanced at Zhou Jin, then set her eyes on Cheng Shuqing: "Who are you?"

"Cheng Shuqing is your son's legal spouse."

"Legal spouse? Why don't I know?"

"What are you doing here?" Zhou Jin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interrupted Yang Shuang's aggressive questioning.

Yang Shuang didn't expect Zhou Jin to interrupt her so rudely, "Who are you talking to?"

"I haven't seen you for so many years. Did you come to me suddenly to care about my death? Mother."

Zhou Jin looked at the woman he had become his "mother" in front of him.

"I'm still alive. Don't worry, if one day I die before you, someone will definitely notify you." Zhou Jin grinned and looked at Yang Shuang with a gentle expression.

"You are so brave...Zhou Jin..." Yang Shuang's face turned pale in anger, and her lips, which were painted with bright red lip gloss, trembled slightly.

"Don't come here in the future. If the Shi family insists on provoking me, I will lose my life. At worst, I will drag Shi Rui to die with me. Then you can take the Shi family's money and live a good life, as if you never gave birth to me. "The corners of Zhou Jin's mouth curled up, like a crescent moon in the water, shadowy and precarious.

"You..." Yang Shuang stared at Zhou Jin with staring eyes.The knuckles holding the handbag turned blue and white, and lost their blood.

After Zhou Jin finished speaking, he stood up, and then added: "You can buy this coffee, it's a farewell gift for the last time we meet."

After speaking, Zhou Jin pulled Cheng Shuqing and strode outside.

"Zhou Jin, stop the fuck!" The woman behind her forgot to play with her ladylike posture, and stood up like a shrew and started yelling.

"That's right, this is my mother." Zhou Jin said loudly, walking forward without looking back.

Cheng Shuqing was by his side, watching with his own eyes a drop of water slipped from the corner of Zhou Jin's eye.

Once back, Zhou Jin shut himself in the bedroom.

At night, Zhou Jin suddenly opened the door and came out.He saw that the living room was brightly lit, and there were three dishes on the table, and the aroma wafted in front of him all at once.

In the kitchen, there was the sound of turning off the fire and starting the pot.

Zhou Jin walked in suspiciously, and saw that Cheng Shuqing was wearing an apron, holding a pot in one hand, and filling the dishes with a shovel in the other.

As soon as Cheng Shuqing turned his head, he saw Zhou Jin standing at the door in a daze, looking at him in surprise.

"Don't you know how to cook?"

The corner of Cheng Shuqing's mouth curled up, "Taste my craft."

When Zhou Jin sat at the table in doubt, four dishes were neatly laid out in front of him. Stir-fried kale, sweet and sour short ribs, steamed eggs with shrimps, and a small stir-fried pork. Look like you can't cook at all.

Zhou Jin held the chopsticks and picked up some small fried meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Cheng Shuqing: "You're acting like it, Cheng Shuqing!"

"You know how to cook, why are you pretending to be a big-headed ghost!"

"fraud!"

As Zhou Jin said, he picked up a small steak and put it in his mouth.

Cheng Shuqing sat beside him, serving him dishes with a smile, "Eat slowly, my uncle's exclusive chicken soup is still stewing in the pot."

"Hmm, don't ask me to cook in the future!"

Rabbit strategy index: 80%.