[Entertainment Circle] Became Su Shao's favorite

Chen Zishu didn't stand still, and he pushed so hard that the ornaments on the table just smashed to the ground.

Chen Zishu was pushed to the ground, and the sharp shards of porcelain pierced his palm. The pain made him gasp, but he didn't exhale.

Su Cheng didn't even look at him, loosened his tie, and walked past him.

"Bang." The door was slammed shut.

Chen Zishu pinched the piece of broken porcelain in his palm, exerting force like masochistic, blood trickled down to the floor, he continued to exert force as if unconscious.

As if this can remind myself that everything just now is true.

He stared blankly at the blood on the floor for a while, stood up in a daze, walked into the bathroom, his pale face was reflected in the huge mirror, really like a ghost, without a trace of blood, even his eyes were dim Light, lifeless like dead silence.

He turned on the shower, and the soft water poured down immediately. He squatted in the bathtub, closed his eyes, put on his clothes, and let the water hide from his body.

It wasn't until his legs were a little numb that he opened his eyes and found that the water in the bathtub turned out to be a beautiful pink.

Only then did he realize that it was the blood in his palm that was stained red. He raised his palm and watched the bright red blood dripping on his hand, rapidly diluting, gradually becoming thinner, and showing a nice pink color.

This kind of red makes him feel a little uncomfortable. He wants the water in the whole bathtub to turn red. That kind of bewitching and bright red, just like the color of blood, must be very beautiful...

The more I think, the more excited I get.

He only needs to hold this porcelain piece and gently pull it on his wrist, and he can get rid of all his troubles.

Without him, Senior Ji wouldn't be blamed like this.

Without him, my mother would not be in a coma until now.

Without him, Su Cheng wouldn't always think of attacking the innocent people around him.

You see, it's all his fault.

Chen Zishu's chest began to rise and fall, his breathing became short of breath, and he squeezed the tile in his palm more and more tightly, as if he heard a voice: Cut it off, it will be easier......

His eyes became dark, maybe only if he died, he would really be free.

Chen Zishu held the tile, as if he was unconscious, and cut it fiercely towards his wrist...

. . . . . .

The first thing Su Cheng did after he got in the car was to call Yang Rui, "Hey, cancel all the announcements you have received for Chen Zishu during this time!"

Before Yang Rui could recover, Su Cheng hung up the phone.

He was driving the car, gnashing his teeth and thinking, this time he must give Chen Zishu a warning!

Fortunately, this time there was no danger, and he found it. What if he didn't find it?Is he really planning to go far away with that surnamed Ji?

Damn, what a shock.

Originally, he wanted to go to the company, but for some reason, he was so irritated that he turned a corner and went to the old house.

As soon as the car entered the door, before it stopped, he heard the heart-piercing cries of his nephew Su Xiaobao.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, feeling much better.

Su Xiaobao is the son of his second younger brother Su Yu and Bai Jinyu. He is usually doted on by the family, but it is rare for him to cry so hard this time.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the yard, he saw the little kid lying on the ground crying with his butt up, and a servant standing beside him was holding an umbrella for him, for fear that the sun would be too poisonous to burn him.

Su Cheng walked over with a smile, kicked his pouting buttocks with his toes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Xiaobao glanced back with tears in his eyes, saw that it was his uncle, immediately threw himself into his arms, pointed to the ground and began to complain: "Ah woo woo woo, uncle... woo woo woo, Xiaobao's tortoise. ... woo woo woo, dead... woo woo woo."

Su Cheng frowned, he didn't like hearing the word "death" very much!

So he picked up the little guy and took a look at the place he was pointing at. Sure enough, he saw a small pit, and there was really a...a tortoise lying in pieces.

He just remembered that this little turtle was a birthday present from Su Lang on the little guy's birthday, saying that he wanted this turtle to grow up with him, because Su Yu didn't allow him to keep small animals. The tortoise is considered an exception, so the little guy is very tight.

Even the mineral water fed to this turtle is filledico. It stands to reason that he is so rare that such a fragmented ending should not happen.

"Xiaobao, tell uncle, what's going on?"

The little guy lay softly on his shoulder, crying, unable to speak clearly, as if he had been wronged by the sky.

There was no other way, Su Cheng could only pat him on the back, and asked the servant next to him, "What's going on?"

The servant said respectfully: "Back to Eldest Young Master, that's how it is. Today, the mother and son of the Song family came to visit. Young Master's tortoise was lying on the carpet. I didn't see it. Mr. Luo was trampled to death with one foot. This... ...The young master couldn't bear it, so he insisted on burying it."

After hearing this, Su Cheng raised his eyebrows: "The Song family is here? Who are there?"

"Back to Young Master, only Mrs. Song and Mr. Luo Chen are here."

Su Cheng nodded, guessing that their coming had something to do with him, and he was about to enter the house with the little guy in his arms.

Unexpectedly, the little guy twisted his body and was about to come down. When he got down, he pouted his buttocks, squatted in front of the turtle's pit, and started crying again...

Sioux City: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and those who didn't know thought it was his father who was howling this little guy, he was quite dedicated.

Without even thinking about it, Su Cheng picked up the little guy in his arms and walked into the house, ignoring his desperate struggle in his arms. On such a hot day, it's okay to howl outside and suffer from heat stroke.

Turning to the servant, he said, "Quickly find a shovel and bury it for him, so that he won't worry about it."

After entering the room, I saw his mother Zhao Ying pacing anxiously in the room, but the little guy's father was drinking tea like a normal person, looked at Su Xiaobao who was being carried in and said, "What? Are you done crying?"

The corner of Su Xiaobao's mouth twitched, and he wanted to cry again. Zhao Ying quickly slapped his own father, Su Yu, "Speak less! Be good, be good and stop crying, grandma hugs you."

"Hurry up tomorrow, let your uncle give you another one, be good, don't cry."

While coaxing Xiaobao, he looked at Su Cheng who had just come back and said, "You came back just in time. Mrs. Song and Luo Chen are here. They probably came down after talking to your dad upstairs. You can talk to them later. I'll go to the room with Xiaobao first."

After finishing speaking, he was about to hold Xiaobao and leave, Su Yu immediately stopped him: "Mom, you put him down, I haven't..."

"You don't have anything? You told me not to go to the yard to look for Xiaobao just now, but I won't listen to you. This punishment is severe enough. What else do you want? Are you his real father? The child cried You don't feel sorry for being so powerful?"

Su Yu: "..."

"Mom, don't get used to him. Look at how rebellious he is now. He won't listen to little things. He's not sensible at all."