Young Master Zhan's Xueba Little Crazy Wife

Su Qiao always felt a little unbelievable, so she quickly got up and took a shower.

Before the warlord kidnapped her, he had already prepared all kinds of clothes in the wardrobe.

Su Qiao randomly chose a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt to cover up her figure, making her look extremely ordinary and without any highlights.

However, her thin figure, set off by her carefree clothes, has a kind of laziness and indifference that ordinary people don't have.

She opened the door and went out, only to see Zhanjue standing at the door in a dark suit.

He was obviously still in a suit, but the suit he was wearing today always gave off a more formal feeling.

His face was still a little pale, obviously he hadn't fully recovered from his illness.

Seeing her attire, the Zhanjue frowned:
"I'll take you to a place, are you sure you want to dress so casually?"

Su Qiao said indifferently, "I like this."

Anyway, it's not with Zhanshen, let alone married with Zhanshen, so there's no need to dress formally.

A look of helplessness flashed in Zhan Jue's eyes, but he turned around and walked out.

When he walked to the door, the door opened automatically with a "ding".

Su Qiao frowned again and again, did Zhan Jue really want to take her out for a walk?
She has been researching the breakthrough for the past few days, and even found some clues, but there is no possibility of implementing it?
I always feel abnormal, Zhan Jue must have some kind of conspiracy!
Su Qiao thought so, followed behind Zhan Jue, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

The Warlord seemed to be aware of her thoughts, and comforted:
"Don't worry, I just take you for a walk to relax.

Didn't you ask me yesterday that the way to stay by my side is to be imprisoned?

Maybe you can experience it in a way that is not imprisoned. "

Su Qiao frowned, so he thought so?He was willing to make a change?
I always feel that Zhanjue is not such a person...

But now that you are out, you can take the time to familiarize yourself with the terrain.

She followed Zhanjue, looked east and west, only to realize that not only the bedroom, but even the entire villa was built one-to-one according to the Zhanjia Manor.

From the spiral staircase, to the dining room sofa, and the style of lamps, they are all exactly the same.

The Warlord walked ahead and led her into the dining room.

There is an extra-long rectangular table in the dining room, and on both sides of the rectangular table, there is an exquisite breakfast.

Zhan Jue sat at the end of the rectangular table. He didn't force Su Qiao to do so today. Instead, he picked up the knife and fork and ate on his own.

He said while eating: "Zhan Shen has been sitting at the table since he was a child, and he has been sitting in my seat since he was a child."

Even though there are old people around, Zhan Shen was trained as the heir of the Zhan family, and he had to learn how to pamper him from an early age, and how to have the aura that a superior person should have.

Therefore, this main position has always been Zhan Shen.

"And I...heh, I'm not even qualified to sit on this table."

The Warlord stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed it slowly, his eyes were indifferent and cold.

He remembered his childhood.

When he was young, every time the servant called for dinner, he also wanted to go to the restaurant, but the servant always told him:
"Your food has been sent to the attic for you, you just go back and eat."

"The son of a shot criminal also wants to sit in the lobby?"

"Now the entire imperial capital is talking about the Zhan family, just because of your parents! Your lineage has already brought the Zhan family into disrepute, so what qualifications do you have?"

"It's a shame that Zhan Family has people like you!"

At that time, everyone in the Zhan family hated him.

The only Zhan Shen always looks at him with pity every time, and wants to lead him to the dinner table, but...

He needs sympathy?Need mercy?
He went back to the dimly lit hut to eat by himself, and told himself since he was a child that one day he would sit where he wanted with his own ability!

Now, whether it's the Zhan Family Manor outside or the villa here, it's all his!
He chewed hard, with a sense of triumph.

Su Qiao walked to one end of the restaurant and sat down on a rare occasion, and began to eat as well.

But while eating, she said: "It's a coincidence, I used to be in the same situation as you, but what I thought about was how to make them like me more, not how to try to occupy everything from them.

Born in darkness, there are actually different ways of living.

Whether paranoia becomes a demon, or Nirvana becomes a phoenix, sometimes it only depends on your own thoughts.

and……"

After she took a sip of milk, she stared at the Warlord and asked:
"Don't you think that taking revenge on others is the goal of your life, but you are actually torturing yourself?

For decades, you have never lived for yourself.Your living has never been alive, it is just a kind of revenge, a kind of crazy obsession. "

The Warlord sneered indifferently: "So what? At least I'm alive, and I got what I wanted."

"Then are you happy?" Su Qiao asked suddenly.

Zhanjue's hand holding the knife and fork froze immediately, and his expression froze.

is he happy

It was the first time someone asked her this question.

Su Qiao stared at him across the long table and continued to ask:
"Sitting in that position, eating the breakfast that Zhan Shen had, and enjoying the environment and treatment that Zhan Shen enjoyed, are you really happy in your heart?
I don't think so, not to mention happiness, I'm afraid it's more about the emptiness after success and the pain of being immersed in past memories.

In fact, you might as well calm down and think that what you are eating is a breakfast, just a breakfast that warms your heart and lungs and allows you to start your day, not possession, protection, and hatred.

You should forget everything in the past, and taste the beauty of food, taste the deliciousness of pan-fried beef, the fullness of steamed oysters, and the light and pure fragrance of milk. "

While Su Qiao was talking, she either picked up a piece of beef and ate it, or drank milk casually.

The morning sun fell on her body, and her whole body exudes a natural indifference, softness and warmth.

Even though she came from the dark, she was never blinded by hatred or prejudice, and she always enjoyed life.

When Zhan Jue saw her opposite, he suddenly felt a little glaring.

It is the kind of glare when a bright sun suddenly appears after being in the dark for a long time, which makes people's eyes hurt.

That kind of glare broke his cognition and destroyed the balance of the space he had been in.

He forked his breakfast into his mouth and chewed vigorously:

"I don't need to taste it, all I need is to survive!"

For nearly 30 years, he has lived such a life. For him, eating and sleeping are just to maintain the operation of life.

After hastily eating breakfast, he got up and went out.

Su Qiao didn't follow, she sat in the dining room and continued to eat, saying while eating:

"You might as well try a different way of living, not just eating, but even every breath of air, every flower that passes by, every wind that blows..."

The Zhanjue paused, then quickened his pace and strode out of the villa.

He walked in the garden paved with bluestone slabs, his steps became slower and slower, and Su Qiao's words kept echoing in his ears.

Might as well try a different way of life...

A different way of living...

His eyes fell on the red roses all over the yard...

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