What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 131 Ruined My "Good Girlfriend" 39
"Why did you give him that hint?"

Zheng Nanyang was puzzled, they had originally planned to just say it, but they didn't expect Fu Che to come here suddenly.

"It looked a bit wrong with him at the time," Fu Qiao snorted, with the smile on his face flickering, "You know, he has been cultivated by us over the years. If he can't stand the stimulation later, His first knife as an adult was to stab us."

Fu Che looked at Zheng Nanyang with a half-smile, and said, "Besides, it's good to be a good person in his heart first, and then destroy him in the end."

She has always been doing tasks like this, destroying the most important part of their hearts is much more painful than digging out their hearts directly, even for you.

Zhang Pingen did not leave Fu Chang's house that night, he sat alone on the chair until dawn, knowing that the sun met him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he moved his movements that were stiff from sitting all night.

The birthday cake prepared for him was still intact on the table, not a single bite was touched.Zhang Pingen had no choice but to smile wryly, yesterday he left without even eating the cake.

Fu Shu once told him that it is not a birthday without eating cake.He didn't eat cake yesterday, does that mean he hasn't yet, and he can wait a little longer to face those realities?

Zhang Pingen stood up, pushed away the stool at his feet, turned and left the house without looking at the things on the table.

His first stop was the supermarket that Fu Che always guarded.

"Ping'en, why are you still here?" Old Li asked as soon as he saw Zhang Ping'en.

Zhang Pingen ignored him, he was looking up and patrolling the supermarket.

After he didn't see Fu Che's figure, his body suddenly relaxed, his upright back slightly bent forward, and his high head slowly drooped like a swan that had lost hope.

Lao Li saw that he looked strange, and muttered beside him: "Don't be too sad, the medical level in foreign countries is advanced, and your godmother's illness can definitely be cured."

"What's wrong with my godmother?" Zhang Ping'en frowned, and the anxiety in his heart became more and more serious.

"You don't know yet? Your godmother has cancer, which is already at an advanced stage," Lao Li looked at him in shock, "Your godfather sold the supermarket two months ago and is going to take your godmother abroad for medical treatment. It's just that your godmother has to wait until your birthday is over before leaving."

"But your birthday should be coming soon, right? I remember they said they booked a plane ticket for your birthday..." Lao Li shook his head in annoyance, trying to remember, but he kept paying attention to Zhang Pingen's reaction from the corner of his eye.

"It's just that someone as good as your godmother has to suffer these hardships at such a young age, it's really..."

Zhang Pingen couldn't hear what Lao Li said at the end.

Terminal cancer, going abroad for treatment, waiting for his birthday...

Those few words seemed to be engraved into a tape and put into a repeater, repeating in his mind over and over again.

What was he doing two months ago, he was still drinking and bragging with his friends, bragging how happy he was to have godfathers and godmothers, bragging about what he could get in their hands, but never caring about them.

Zhang Pingen staggered out of the supermarket, leaned against a tree by the street, and wept bitterly.

What he didn't know was that not long after he walked out of the supermarket, Lao Li went to the lounge behind the supermarket.There, there are people he desperately wants to meet.

Zhang Pingen's second stop is Zhang Jiarui.

Zhang Jiarui's shop is located near the school, but the school is remote, so unless the school is over, the business in the shop is always deserted.

When he arrived at the store, Zhang Jiarui was alone. Zhang Jiarui was sitting behind the cash register sorting out the accounts. He didn't even notice that there was an extra Zhang Pingen in the store.

"Choose whatever you want, don't talk about the price..." Zhang Jiarui squinted at the person sitting in front of him, rubbed his eyes to confirm, and then asked strangely: "Why are you here?"

If you don't have anything to go to the Three Treasures Hall, what are you going to do this time?
"Can't I come?" Zhang Pingen stared at Zhang Jiarui with a gloomy expression and a little anger in his eyes.Zhang Jiarui looked away and didn't speak, just the expression on his face.Express a sense of rejection.

"Can't I come?" Zhang Pingen was irritated by Zhang Jiarui's attitude, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and his words became gritted.He clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turned white, and rubbed vigorously on the table, as if he was enduring, but also as if he was venting.

"Say, can I not come? Do you dislike me so much?"

"Can you stop making trouble?" Zhang Jiarui shook off the pen in his hand and asked impatiently, "You are already 17 years old, can you not be so impulsive?"

"Do you know what I'm doing, can you have a little insight? Go out and see who is like you, with a violent temper," Zhang Jiarui became more and more angry, and he couldn't choose what to say for a while, "You are really caught by Jiang Shulan. I was taught badly!"

Jiang Shulan's three words completely suppressed Zhang Ping'en's painful feet, detonating the anger in his heart.

"Tell me again!"

Zhang Pingen pulled the list of items on the table, raised his big hand, and the white paper fluttered down from the air.

"Zhang Pingen, your father is still here, what are you doing?" Zhang Jiarui slapped Zhang Pingen backhanded when the day's hard work was destroyed.

Zhang Jiarui is not left-handed, he is right-handed, and the pain on his left face reminded him of when he was eight years old.

Jiang Meijuan... beat him in the same way.

At that time, he was young and had no strength to resist, but now, he has.

The sound of the body being pierced came out, and Zhang Pingen let go of his hand.

Zhang Jiarui's shocked eyes moved down slowly, his chest was already bright red, and the utility knife he often used to cut paper and open envelopes was stuck in his chest.

It was the place called the heart that he often saw on the covers of medical books.

"You..." Zhang Jiarui clutched his chest in pain, and slowly fell to the ground.

But Zhang Pingen acted as if nothing happened. He took the tissue next to him, slowly wiped off the blood on his hands, crumpled the tissue into a ball, and threw it on Zhang Jiarui's face.

Seeing pain, pleading, despair and other emotions mixed and blended on Zhang Jiarui's face, Zhang Pingen pulled out a smile.

He squatted beside Zhang Jiarui and drew out his knife.

"Why do you have the nerve to say I'm a godmother? If she hadn't taught me, do you think I'd still be alive?"

Zhang Jiarui dropped his hand again.

"Do you know that no one has slapped me for almost ten years? And you were the first one to slap me after I became deaf."

"You are an idiot, marrying a woman like Jiang Meijuan!"

"Jiang Meijuan is not a good person either. If I didn't know where she was, she would have died in my hands a long time ago. I should have killed her back then."

"Damn you all!"

Every time Zhang Ping'en said a word, his hands fell up and down, and each knife pierced Zhang Jiarui's heart. The blood flowing from his chest stained a large piece of the floor and continued to spread around.

As for Zhang Jiarui, who was lying in a pool of blood, he had lost his breath at some point. His eyes were staring at the ceiling with a dull and stiff expression on his face.

The sound of a string of leather shoes stepping on the floor floated farther and farther away, and the air in the store seemed to still be echoing with a young boy's voice just now.

"Goodbye, my father."

(End of this chapter)