On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

When Zeng Qiao returned home with his head down, his parents were sitting in the living room watching TV, pointing to the actors on the screen and saying something.

Han Yue turned her head to see Zeng Qiao, and asked with a smile, "Is your son having a good time?"

"Well, I'm a little tired and I'm going to bed first. By the way, Mom, is my brother back?"

"I came back early. I said I brought work back, so I'm probably working overtime."

Zeng Qiao hurried upstairs to the study room, he seldom came in, the decoration style inside was just like Zeng Yao's, monotonous and too compelling.

Zeng Yao stared at the computer with both eyes, typing on the keyboard quickly with his hands, and didn't lift his head when he heard the voice: "Why are you willing to hand over your family fortune to me? Didn't you mean to save it to travel around the world after graduating from high school?"

In the study, only a desk lamp was lit in the place where Zeng Yao was working, and stars twinkled outside the window.

Zeng Qiao put his arms around his chest and leaned against the wall, and answered the irrelevant question: "Brother, don't you think it's easy to be annoying if you control too much?"

The younger brother's voice was low and depressed, and he was a little suffocated. Zeng Yao put down what he was doing and said with a smile, "You want to hear the truth?"

Zeng Qiao was impatient: "Say."

Zeng Yao walked to the window, lit a cigarette, looked at the night outside, sighed and said: "I said earlier that you and that Zhang Ye were not suitable, but you didn't listen to me and you spoke cruel words to me. People protect you too well, that Zhang is too ambitious, you can't beat him. It's okay if he really has that kind of meaning for you, if he uses you... There are too many people who want to get close to the Zeng family, he just You are attracted to him because you didn’t flatter and flatter you like others. Ask yourself, if he is close to you like others, you will treat him specially? Who knows if he did it on purpose? "

There was no expected retort from behind, Zeng Yao knew that his younger brother had listened, and continued: "His parents are getting divorced, what did you do to help him? Don't mention anything else, just say that I had dinner with Liang Shoutian that day. He will be so good that he doesn’t even go to evening self-study, so he comes to talk about his family. I won’t go into whether his mother confessed or his own thoughts, but Xiaoqiao, you are so easy to be used by others..."

Zeng Qiao's already tense face became even more serious. He straightened up and said angrily, "Brother, don't call me a brainless idiot. Zhang Ye and his mother don't have such sinister intentions. What is Zhang Ye?" You don’t need to worry about such a person, I like it enough. I thought you know how much you know, but you are just pretending to be sophisticated. Brother, don’t always be busy with work, and have a relationship when you have time, like an old bad old man .”

After a while, he said awkwardly: "It's not easy for him and his mother. Now the school in the old urban area is profitable. The new school has not even approved the construction land. We can't get in here, so let's change the way. We build bridges by ourselves and sincerely invite them to cooperate with us. They are fully responsible for the management matters. We only provide the environment and wait to collect the money. If you don’t want to help, I’ll go and talk to Dad.”

Zeng Yao really regretted it. At the beginning, he had just graduated and hadn’t entered the company. He took on some small cases by himself, and his younger brother was his investor. Talk to yourself in such a hard tone.

"Is this the attitude you should have when asking me to do something? Okay, I'll take care of it for you. I know you're stubborn, but you're not allowed to tell anyone before you enter the society, understand?"

Zeng Qiao bowed his head in response, and my aunt said tightly, so there should be no need to worry: "I'm going to sleep, brother, you should also go to bed earlier."

Zeng Qiao returned to his room and leaned against the door to close his eyes. After staying with Zhang Ye for a long time, he would learn to think about things in his own way.Maybe Aunt Wang is really planning to draw a line with the past, Zhang Ye will definitely not be happy, but he can't help it, in this era where money is absolutely impossible, even if he has the ability to kick the stars from the sky, he will do it the same Nothing.

I took the initiative to help Zhang Ye solve this problem, nothing else, as long as he can be happy.

He hoped that Zhang Ye could truly believe in himself, and stop letting him hang in mid-air because he couldn't figure out the mind of the person he liked.

Speaking of which, he was able to think of this step thanks to Aunt Wang who didn't treat him as an outsider. When he and Zhang Ye really established a good relationship, he would definitely honor this future mother-in-law.

Thinking about it this way, my mood also improved. Anyway, after a long time, I will always know why Zhang Ye is unhappy.

Zhang Ye asked his mother to take his grandma back to rest, and sat on the bedside with his grandfather. The old man woke up once and fell asleep without saying a word.

He could understand that it was better to be awake than to fall asleep. As soon as he opened his eyes, those sad and painful things came one after another, and he didn't know when it would end.

The mobile phone in his clothes vibrated, he took it out to have a look and put it back again, and then it rang twice, but he ignored it.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhang Ye felt drowsy. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard the door of the ward being opened, and an unpleasant smell of tobacco came in with a chill, and he turned his head abruptly.

Zhang Tiancheng obviously knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare to meet his gaze, and asked gruffly, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, I'll be discharged from the hospital after two days. Dad, stay with me, I'll sleep with Yu Xi'er for a while."

Now that it's at this point, it's useless to say more, Zhang Tiancheng doesn't care about Wang Mei and himself, he can do this to the person who gave birth to him, this person is rotten from beginning to end, what else can be redeemed?

The light in the ward was on, and there was a young patient living by the window. He was still watching dramas at night. Although the volume was not high, it was still a bit noisy at this time.

Zhang Ye closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. He was pushed a few times and stared at him displeasedly.

Zhang Tiancheng adjusted his sitting posture irritably, asked in a low voice, and an unpleasant smell rushed towards Zhang Ye: "I divorced your mother, you lived with me, she relived her old dreams with her old lover, and brought you in the way."

Zhang Ye tested his body: "I'm not in the way if I follow you. You and your old lover have a deep relationship. She said that the wind and you are the rain. I think the stepfather is not as fierce as the stepmother. I can live a few more years." .”

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who would dare to bully you if I'm around?"

"Your old lover has educated me many times behind your back. When it came time to divide the inheritance, the two of them joined forces and didn't skin me? I can't afford to provoke me and I can only hide. It's okay to say it at school. It's embarrassing." It's not me, she went to the place where I work to mess with her after entering the society, and I can't even express my grievance with my mouth. I'm still with my mother, at least I'm soft-hearted towards my own son."

Zhang Ye's words fell on Zhang Tiancheng like rain. His son was mocking him and hurting him secretly. He was really powerless. No matter how he assured his son, he didn't believe that he could live a good life with him.

"Then what do you want me to do? Shall I write a will now?"

"No, the will can still be changed. If one day you really stare at your legs, when I go to pack up, you will give all the inheritance to Zhao Rong. I also feel very sad for Xingyuan, so as not to be in a bad mood. Forget it."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Tiancheng became more out of tune, and growled, "I am your father, even if you don't follow me, you have to be filial to me in the future."

Zhang Ye's face was tense, he glanced at his grandfather lying on the hospital bed, and said, "Are you filial like this? Then I can't do it."

After all, Zhang Tiancheng still couldn't lose his temper, and said weakly: "I'll talk about it later, you go to sleep."

Grandpa Zhang woke up early the next morning, and didn't even look at Zhang Tiancheng who was standing aside and showing his hospitality.

Zhang Ye thought that the only thing Zhang Tiancheng did right was not letting Chen Lan's mother and son join in the fun, fearing that his grandfather would drive Zhang Tiancheng away.

After waking up, he had washed up and had some breakfast brought by his mother before he had time to look at his phone. He just took it out when he heard a familiar voice: "Auntie, I'm here to visit grandpa. Is grandpa feeling better?"

Looking back, it turned out that Zeng Qiao, who thought he hadn't seen him recently, was already pretty. He was wearing a khaki windbreaker, blue jeans, and white sneakers. He looked clean and full of vigor. A good mood.

Grandpa Zhang had a cold face all morning, and when he heard the voice, he immediately smiled: "Xiaoqiao is here, let the child in quickly, I am useless old man, I can't even stand firmly, what else do you bring?"

Zeng Qiao didn't dare to bring too expensive things for fear that Zhang's family would not accept them, so he chose something less conspicuous and good for his health: "Yesterday Zhang Ye left in a hurry, I originally wanted to come together, but was caught by other things. I'm stuck. Are you feeling better?"

Grandpa Zhang looked at Zeng Qiao seriously. Although he often saw him these days, he was more pleasing to the eye this time.I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, children from good families are different.

Before Wang Mei married Zhang's family, there were many good young people who wanted to marry in that family. They were upright, polite and well-off, and their family background was good. They had great luck, but what about now?The one my son saw...

"It's much better. I said I could be discharged from the hospital today, but your aunt refused. She said she would let me stay for a while. What can I say? I can live in peace of mind. Zhang Ye wants to go back to get things, you go together, this hospital Nothing to wait for."

Zeng Qiao followed Zhang Ye out of the hospital. The sun was warm, and there was a lot of traffic in front of him. Although it was the National Day holiday, he was still very busy.

Zhang Ye stretched himself, he was too aggrieved to sit in the chair for such a big man.

"Zhang Ye, why are you angry? It's been weird since yesterday, and you ignored me when I sent you a message."

"I didn't see it. I was worried about my grandpa yesterday."

"Lie to me, I saw that the first message was read, you read it."

Zhang Ye's lie was exposed, and he scratched his hair irritably. After staying in the hospital for so long, his body smelled bad. He turned his tongue against the tooth socket, turned around and said solemnly, "I had a dream."

Zeng Qiao really wanted to paint a bunch of question marks on his face, what does it have to do with dreams?

"You and Zhao Rong kissed while playing the game and said you liked him. The strange thing is that we really went to that place yesterday, isn't that just one step away?"

Zeng Qiao didn't know that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his clear eyes were full of smiles. He walked quickly to Zhang Ye's side, and moved a little closer: "Are you jealous?"

"you put……"

The author has something to say: Zhang Ye: I think there is a question that needs to be said

Zeng Qiao flattered:?you say

Zhang Ye: I didn't tell you.Say the person who planned to post early, and then finished writing at 16:10! ! !

? ? ?Because I'm going to be on the shelf tonight, I want to post earlier, maybe I can climb two steps forward, but if I can't finish writing, I'm so desperate.

I want to set the time at 18 o'clock in the future, be a good person and make a fist.