The host is irritable every day

Chapter 96 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (38)

So, she folded her arms carefully on the side of the bed, tilted her head on top of it, closed her eyes, and forgot all her vows of "not sleepy" before, and soon fell asleep.

It was nearly four o'clock in the morning.

Tang Junchen, who had been resting quietly with his eyes closed just a second ago, suddenly had an ugly complexion, his brows were frowned, and there seemed to be a few blue veins emerging on his tense forehead.

There was a layer of sweat secreting rapidly on it, and large drops of sweat trickled down the forehead to other places.

The boundaries of time are blurred, and many painful memories from the past are like an unstoppable flood, rushing towards the beautiful side of the present situation.

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The father's name is Tang Zhuoyu, and the mother's name is Guo Yueyue. The two people have the same horoscope and the right name. It is a good marriage calculated by many fortune tellers.

Ever since Tang Junchen could remember, he knew that his parents were very loving. His aunt said that his parents met by chance in the supermarket.

That day, the weather forecast was inaccurate. It was clear that it was sunny, but the sky suddenly sank and it rained heavily.

Coincidentally, she was going to the supermarket, and Guo Yueyue, who was walking leisurely on the road, did not bring an umbrella. At the moment, the heavy rain was dripping with a "swoosh" that didn't cost money. She was young and energetic, and she didn't find a place to hide from the rain. to the door of the supermarket.

A black luxury car with four rings was parked outside the gate of the supermarket. Tang Zhuoyu was already around the gate with bags and things in his hands. Just as he was taking another step forward, an invisible force rammed straight at him.

With a sound of "Boom", Tang Zhuoyu's feet were unsteady, his body leaned backwards, the bag in his hand flew into the air, and he was knocked down to the ground.

He squinted his eyes and touched his lower back gaspingly. The girl who knocked him down was sitting on the ground with him.

The interaction force really made Guo Yueyue feel uncomfortable. She held on to her forehead, which had just hit someone's chin, and it hurt. She should have looked at the road just now.

Tang Zhuoyu was wearing a summer short-sleeved white shirt today. He was neatly dressed and the neckline was tied meticulously. His face was clearly resolute and sharp-edged, but his face was light and ink-painted, gentle and light, with some of the youthfulness that hadn't faded from his youth.

He stood up first, patted the dust on his body twice casually, disregarding the bag he overturned, and food scattered all over the floor from it, then bent down slightly, and stretched out his hand to the person, "How are you?"

The voice is warm and moist.

Guo Yueyue's heart moved slightly, she blinked her eyes, she couldn't bear to touch her sore forehead with her hands, and raised her eyelids to look at him.

The rain outside the supermarket kept pattering, and the sky was very heavy, but it seemed that at this moment, a rainbow was born.

That was their first encounter like a novel.

Later, the two met each other at school one after another. In fact, since that day, Guo Yueyue has found it hard to forget Tang Zhuoyu, with a spring heart, and occasionally playing tricks to pretend to meet people by chance.

Over time, the two walked together, went to the cafeteria to eat together, and met in the library together. Slowly, watching movies, shopping, dating... developed into a relationship between lovers.

Tang Zhuoyu's family has a little money.

After graduating, he went back to inherit the company, and a monthly income of more than [-] won't be a problem.

On the contrary, Guo Yueyue's family conditions are not very good.

Her parents divorced, her father remarried, and she made do with her mother who had a bad heart. All along, her life was earning money and studying at the same time.

For her, having money is the last word for survival in this society.

I thought that meeting Tang Zhuoyu and meeting love would change her paranoid views, but unexpectedly, this just made her fall into another deep trap.

Soon, the two also reached the point where they were talking about marriage.

The family conditions are very different. Tang Zhuoyu's parents did not agree with their marriage. In the end, he moved out of a fortune-teller and worked out a good marriage between the two, so the marriage was settled.

A fairyland-like wedding, a white wedding dress inlaid with diamonds, a beautiful bride, a handsome groom, an enviable love...

Two years later, Guo Yueyue gave birth to Tang Junchen.

His mother is beautiful and virtuous, and his father is handsome, rigorous, and strict with him.

He thought that he would always grow slowly surrounded by the love of his parents, but when he was five years old, his dream was completely shattered...

It was his birthday that day, and at five o'clock in the afternoon, he was taken home by the housekeeper as usual, holding a family portrait drawn by his art teacher in his hand.

With small arms and legs, I happily walked up the steps step by step. On the last step of stepping on the floor of my parents' bedroom, there were several "pops" and the sound of throwing jars was piercing.

Immediately afterwards, a woman's sharp, hoarse and sharp voice came out.

"Tang Zhuoyu, why do you come here to question me? What qualifications do you have to question me?!"

"It was you who denied my plan in public at the shareholders' meeting. It was you who didn't believe me first. Why, you are only allowed to deny me, and I am not allowed to ask others to help me make money?!"

Facing the woman's unreasonable and disrespectful relationship, in Tang Junchen's heart, Tang Zhuoyu, who had always been calm and serious, was furious, and he couldn't bear it at this moment.

"Are you looking for him to help you make money?!"

The man's cheeks trembled twice with anger, his hands beside him clenched into fists, holding his breath, trying to minimize the roar in his heart.

"You know that he and I are deadly enemies, and you also know that he is competing with me for a big project to develop the tourism industry. At this time, you are standing on his side, are you going to betray me for making money?!"

There were several shattering sounds of glass falling to the ground.

Finally, "Tang Zhuoyu, I only deal with money. As for you, I have never stated that I am on the same side with you! If you agree, I can divorce you now!"

As soon as the voice fell, the huge villa was surrounded by echoes.

Resounding through the sky, the ending of Guo Yueyue's last sentence lingered in Tang Junchen's ears.

He was leaning against the white wall by the bedroom door, his pupils constricted, his face pale, and his normally rosy lips could not help but tremble.

divorce?
As a young adult who is well-read among his peers, he knows exactly what the word means.

The painting in his hand was held tightly by him, and even the corners began to wrinkle.

door, open.

The one who came out was Guo Yueyue with a cold and angry face. He didn't even look at Tang Junchen who was standing by the door, curled up a little, and was about to leave.

"Mom." Suddenly, the corner of the clothes was held by the little one, Tang Junchen stretched out the other hand, and raised up the family portrait he had drawn by himself, hoping that Guo Yueyue could take a look and feel better.

"Mom, this is a family portrait I drew, can you..."

The immature voice lingered in the air for a moment, "I'm not angry anymore" was about to say, but was looked down by someone's eyes full of coolness, and said two words coldly: "It's really annoying."

With a vigorous shake of his arm, Tang Junchen, who was holding her tightly, was thrown to the ground directly, his eyes were cold and piercing, no longer like before when he fell down, she would smile and help him up.

Tears welled up in Tang Junchen's eyes, lying on the ground, looking at Guo Yueyue's icy and resolute back stepping down the stairs, feeling scared and wronged.

It's obviously the same person, but he seems... unable to overlap her with the gentle and generous woman in his memory...

　The killing of Tang Junchen's childhood memories begins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)