Qianjin's counterattack: Mr. Gu stay away from me

Zheng Jiaming pushed open the door and walked inside. There were elders' seats on the left and right, and there was no one there at this time. The memorial tablet of the deceased ancestor was placed in the front, and Zheng Datong was standing in the front holding a dark cane in his hand.

Seeing Zheng Jiaming walk in, Zheng Datong yelled, "Kneel down."

Zheng Jiaming had no choice but to kneel down, Zheng Datong continued: "Do you know your mistake?"

"Father, the marriage between me and Jing Shengxia is just to be responsible for her. It's just an engagement, not a marriage. Why don't I have the right to like other women?" Zheng Jiaming retorted, and Zheng Datong waved the pain in his hand, only to hear "pop" A sound fell on Zheng Jiaming's back, the light blue shirt was soaked with blood soon, Zheng Jiaming gritted his teeth and let out a muffled grunt.

After the whip was over, Zheng Datong questioned Zheng Jiaming, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Zheng Jiaming retorted, "I'm not wrong. Besides, the headlines are fabricated by those reporters. Ms. Leng and I are just friends."

"Friend, good friend, how did you explain your dinner with her late at night? Someone secretly took a picture of it. How can you explain your father's old face to the Jing family?" Zheng Da said with a heartbroken face. Then he swung the whip again.

This blow took a lot of strength, and Zheng Jiaming's body was quickly torn apart from the Italian handmade shirt. He couldn't bear the whip and lay on the ground, "Father, let me tell you, I just fell in love with Miss Leng. Not sure but today you forced me to admit to what I did, I am more sure that I adore her."

"Then tell me what to do with the daughter of the Jing family? Are you going to give up? She has already been engaged to you." Zheng Datong seemed to be tired from the fight, and he lost the strength to continue working. He put the cane down. On the side, he squatted down and asked Zheng Jiaming what he meant.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Jiaming struggled to get up from the ground, "What? Don't you ever give up, father? Back then..." Before Zheng Jiaming finished the rest, Zheng Datong waved his hand and slapped Zheng Jiaming. Spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wu Meijuan, who was waiting outside the door, waited for a long time, but the sound insulation of the ancestral hall was so good, she stood outside the door and lingered, not knowing what happened inside, finally she opened the door and went in, and saw her son being knocked out On the ground, Wu Meijuan hurried over and hugged the unconscious Zheng Jiaming in her arms, "Why are you so cruel, he is your own son after all."

"If I don't hit him, he won't have a long memory. He is already engaged to Miss Jing's family, but now he tells me that he has a woman he admires. This is not hitting our Zheng family in the face, what is this?" Zheng Datong was a little frustrated talking.

Wu Meijuan was already crying, she hugged Zheng Jiaming tightly, tears blurred her eyes, and said choked up, "He is your biological son after all, do you still expect that bitch's son to come back? "

Hearing this, Zheng Datong also thought of the past, he sighed, sat on the seat next to him, and said, "A loving mother often loses her son!"

Wu Meijuan hurriedly shouted to the outside of the ancestral hall, "Come on!"

The housekeeper and servants all ran in and saw Zheng Jiaming passed out in his wife's arms, while Zheng Datong was standing aside full of hostility. No one dared to take a step forward. Seeing their indifference, Wu Meijuan yelled, "Look at what's going on!" Well, quickly carry the young master out and call the family doctor."

Only then did the big guy react, the housekeeper and several young and strong boys carried Zheng Jiaming out of the ancestral hall, and some servants rushed to call the family doctor.

Carrying Zheng Jiaming to the bedroom, Wu Meijuan stood by the bed and did not dare to leave. Zheng Jiaming's forehead was sweating, and Wu Meijuan wiped it with a handkerchief. The family doctor came after a while.

Seeing him, Wu Meijuan quickly got up from the bed, "Doctor, please help my son quickly."

"Don't worry, ma'am!" The doctor said, took out his tools, and began to help Zheng Jiaming clean up the wound. The torn shirt was cut open, and the next step was to clean the wound. When pouring the potion on the wound to clean it, Zheng Jiaming flinched in pain, and then passed out again.

Zheng Datong also came into Zheng Jiaming's bedroom, and Wu Meijuan beat Zheng Datong distressedly, "Tell me how you hit such a hard hand." Looking at her unconscious son Zheng Datong, she also realized that she had hit hard. But there is nothing wrong with thinking about yourself doing this.

He held his tearful wife in his arms and comforted him, "Okay, let's go out first and let the doctor take care of it. He is young and his physical recovery ability will recover as soon as possible, so don't worry about it."

When the two of them left Zheng Jiaming's room, Zheng Datong thought for a while and told Wu Meijuan: "Go and call Jing Wenhao and tell me that I injured my son. As for the stupid things my son did, let the in-laws take care of it." some."

Only then did Wu Meijuan understand her husband's intentions, so she went to the living room and dialed the phone number of Jing's old house. After two beeps, she was connected there, and it was the butler who answered the phone, "Hello! This is the Jing family's old house. May I ask who are you looking for?"

"That's right! I'm Mrs. Zheng, Wu Meijuan. Please ask Mr. Jing to answer the phone." Hearing this, the butler took the phone and shouted at Jing Wenhao who was tinkering with flowers and plants in the garden: "Master, Mrs. Zheng is looking for you. You answer the phone."

Jing Wenhao thought about it, and he knew what it was right now. The Zheng family always wanted to explain to himself what happened on the headlines today. He Jing Wenhao has been rampant in the mall for so many years, so he can't let his daughter suffer from being dumb. See what the Jing family does.

He took off the gloves on his hands, then walked towards the living room, and took the phone from the housekeeper, "Hello, it's Mrs. Zheng! What's the matter?"

"Dear family, Miss Jing has been wronged by our son's gossip and other women's ambiguity. It's not that his father thinks Zheng Jiaming is too shameful. He brought him to the ancestral hall early in the morning and now he has already taken him away. After being knocked unconscious, you can see that the child's head was hot for a while and did something wrong, I hope you will take more care of my in-laws."

After Mrs. Zheng's remarks, Jing Wenhao understood that it was Zheng Datong who injured his son and confessed to himself. No matter whether the injury was real or not, the other party made it clear to him that he would put himself in the eye. It is not that Jing Wenhao has never seen the world, so he replied on the spot: "Why is Brother Zheng so serious? After all, he is a child. He is still young and does not know who is the most suitable candidate. Naturally, how many of us are elders?" Take it easy."