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The middle-aged man standing outside the door was Zhou Jing's father, Zhou Desheng. Behind him was a woman in red with heavy make-up, who seemed to be around 40 years old.

The moment the door was opened, there was a smell of inferior perfume, Zhou Jing couldn't help frowning, and took half a step back.

"So I'm at home." Zhou Desheng kicked the door open with his foot, then looked around the apartment with his head, and smiled coldly, "The place I live in is good, it seems that I have made a lot of money in the past few years."

Zhou Jing suppressed the trembling of his voice, and said coldly, "What do you want me to do?"

"You are the son of my mother, so why can't my father come to see his son if he is fine?" Zhou Desheng's voice raised a lot, and neighbors around him opened their doors and poked their heads to join in the fun.

Zhou Jing took a deep breath, thinking that at his age Zhou Desheng would not make any drastic moves, so he simply opened the door and said in a low voice, "Come in if you have anything to say."

Zhou Desheng lit a cigarette, strode in swaggeringly, and the woman followed closely behind. When she passed by Zhou Jing, her eyes kept sizing him up.

Zhou Jing felt a chill all over his body, and followed the two of them into the living room.

"Where is the tea at home? The older you get, the less you can see." Zhou Desheng sat on the sofa and flicked the cigarette ash on the ground casually.

Zhou Jing walked across from the two of them, and didn't intend to pour water, but asked: "This is the second meeting in three years, you can't just come to see me, right?"

"Hey..." Zhou Desheng took a deep puff of cigarette, and glanced at the woman beside him, "The old house that was sold when you and your mother moved a few years ago..."

Zhou Jing's face sank suddenly, and he interrupted: "That is my grandfather's house, and it was clearly stated in the will that it will be left to my mother. How she disposes of it has nothing to do with you, right?"

Zhou Desheng seemed to be taken aback, he didn't expect that his only son would contradict him like this, and he couldn't help but get a little angry.

"Since I can still call you Dad, I will explain it to you calmly." Zhou Jing met his gaze, and said word by word: "You and my mother divorced peacefully, and I promise not to entangle you again. Who will you marry in the future? Life has nothing to do with our mother and child."

"Fuck, your wings have hardened! How dare you make a deal with me?" Zhou Desheng got up and kicked the coffee table away, and slapped Zhou Jing's face.

Zhou Jing raised his arm to block it, and gritted his teeth in a deep voice: "Slap me again, so that I can go to the police? If it is revealed in court that you cheated during marriage, don't talk about dividing the property, my mother You can also sue the court for damages!"

Zhou Desheng was stunned for a moment. Originally, he just wanted to get more money from the mother and son, but what Zhou Jing said made him worry.

"Zhou Desheng, are you okay? I still have a lot of things to do."

The strange voice of the woman in red sounded from the side, Zhou Desheng became angry and pushed Zhou Jing away.

The huge inertia caused him to keep moving backwards. Zhou Jing groaned and slammed his back against the edge of the computer desk. Yu Xiu's textbooks were scattered all over the floor, and even the newly bought vase fell to the ground.

It was torn apart and water was spilled all over the place.

"It's true that the divorce property is decided by the court, but don't you also have to fulfill your obligations as a son?" Zhou Desheng threw his cigarette butt on the ground and said in a low voice, "If you don't give it, I'll find your mother discuss."

Zhou Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, and said eagerly: "Don't bother her, just come to me if you need anything."

Zhou Desheng smiled, looked around the room, and then kicked over the trash can beside his feet, "Anyway, I know where you live, and we will discuss this matter with our father and son later."

Zhou Jing didn't respond to him, his fingers gripped the edge of the computer desk.

Zhou Desheng grabbed the woman and walked out, still cursing non-stop, hearing that the two of them must have reached the corridor, Zhou Jing then set off to close the door of the room.

"Zhou Desheng, can you ask for money? Do you still want to marry me?"

The woman's sharp voice was heard in Zhou Jing's ears, and his movement of closing the door stopped suddenly, and his knuckles were firmly grasping the handle.

Zhou Desheng laughed twice, and coaxed the woman to say: "Don't worry, Feifei, I have a share of the property, and I know that kid's character best. If he dares not give me alimony, I will let his mother and son live together." Better off."

"Tch, look at your ability." The woman glanced in Zhou Jing's direction and lowered her voice a little, "Don't tell me, your son looks good, but he doesn't look like you at all."

Zhou Desheng laughed and said: "Maybe his mother was born with a wild man, maybe he has to take care of his son, and I am his father."

Zhou Jing subconsciously turned back to the living room, picked up a vase fragment from the ground and rushed out, but Zhou Desheng and the woman had already boarded the elevator.

If these two people were still in front of him, perhaps he would really be unable to stop himself just now. Zhou Jing lowered his head and panted heavily, and the hand holding the fragment became tighter and tighter, until a stream of liquid slowly dripped down along the gap between his fingers. fall.

He stood there in a daze for a while, then turned around and closed the door silently, almost at the moment the sound of closing the door sounded, a strong nausea rose in his stomach.

Zhou Jing threw away the debris in his hand, covered his mouth and rushed to the bathroom very quickly...