That's Luo Zi.
He looks a little younger than Luo Zi now, about fourteen or fifteen years old.
The boy's forehead was hit by the heavyweight hard plastic shell of the remote control. He staggered two steps, and the warm current from the forehead slid down his cheeks.
But he couldn't feel what it was, nor did he even feel the pain, but he finally understood where the indescribable familiarity he felt when he first saw Luo Zi.
At that time, it should have happened not long after Zhou Cheng remarried.
Although the two had just gotten married, the relationship between the couple was not very good. Occasionally, they had to say something between them. Even if both parties were at home, their stepmother rarely chose to talk to Zhou Cheng directly, and more often they were asked Zhou Jiran to convey it on their behalf.
Zhou Jiran was only twelve or thirteen years old at the time and was preparing to go to junior high school, but he had already understood the interests of marriage and understood that marriage may not be for love.
In order not to make his stepmother unhappy, even though he knew that sometimes he would be scolded if he would disturb Zhou Cheng rashly, he could only agree.
It was one afternoon that day, and my stepmother lived in the confinement center to take care of her body. She called Zhou Cheng and asked her to send her something.
She actually has no shortage of things at all, she just can't see Zhou Chengshu staying at home comfortably.
Zhou Jiran dared not contradict her stepmother or disturbed Zhou Cheng. She was so anxious that she wandered around for a long time, and finally got the courage to go upstairs to find her father.
He didn't know where Zhou Cheng was, so he could only knock on the door and ask once where he might be. But Zhou Cheng didn't know why, he didn't have the study, the bedroom, or the entertainment room that he usually lives most often. When he finally found the home theater, Zhou Jiran finally heard a little movement at the door.
Dad, mom asked you to send her something...
The little boy knocked on the door very carefully, for fear of angering the moody man inside.Fortunately, Zhou Cheng was in a good mood that day, and his expression was quite gentle when he came to open the door.
I know, you go and help me find it first, I will change my clothes.
The video inside has been suspended by Zhou Cheng. Zhou Jiran nodded, but Yu Guang saw the little girl on the screen from Zhou Cheng's side.
The little girl should be two or three years younger than him. She was pressed by a man. Her face was covered with tears, and her face was full of panic and fear made the somewhat blurred frozen image particularly impactful.
What to look at? Zhou Cheng noticed the boy's gaze and immediately showed displeasure. He raised his hand and turned off the projection directly, glanced at Zhou Jiran: Why don't you go quickly?
Zhou Jiran was startled by Zhou Cheng's sudden anger, and quickly nodded and turned around and ran away.
Compared to the disheveled girl, Zhou Jiran certainly cared more about Zhou Cheng's emotions at that moment.
This incident was forgotten by him in the blink of an eye, but the girl's helpless and sad expression was hidden deep in his mind without even knowing it. It was not until now that the dusty memory finally opened.
At that time, he only looked at the frozen image on the projection and did not understand what they were doing, but now Zhou Jiran knew very well that Zhou Cheng was watching another man molesting Luo Zi, and was addicted to it with relish.
He didn't remember how he returned to the room. His mind was like a broken projector, constantly replaying the sad and desperate tone when Luo Qi talked to him about that person on the other end of the phone that day.
The boy looked at everything in the room dullly, and after a long time, he squatted down with some collapse.
Every tear he shed for Luo Qi's past was real. He even thought about killing the scum for Luo Qi at that moment, so that she could let go of the grudge in her heart and live a good life from now on.
But why is that person Zhou Cheng?
Zhou Jiran could hardly imagine what she felt when he asked Luo Qi about the identity of that person that day, and then she hung up the phone in panic.
He could not imagine that Luo Qi could treat him with such awkward and gentleness when he knew that he was that person's son, and he could take off his sunglasses and tell him that friends should adapt to each other.
She was afraid at first, but later she was irritable and resistant, and finally she was escaping.
Zhou Jiran brought herself into Luo Zi's perspective, and she wanted to kill herself with every step, but she didn't. She really treated him as a friend, and even cut open her wounds, but at the last moment she couldn't tell him the fact that that person was Zhou Cheng.
Imagine that every pain and struggle of her made Zhou Jiran feel so distressed that she almost burst into tears. However, this kind of heartache gave birth to an extreme self-loathing. He squatted on the ground and kept asking himself why he was Zhou Cheng's adopted son.
Why?
Such a problem is destined to have no result. Zhou Jiran sat in the room until the sky was bright, but still did not pull himself out of the vortex of his emotions.
But the time for him to make an appointment with Luo Qi was almost here, and he had to get up to change his clothes when he was out.
Just as he stood up, the door was opened, and Zhou Cheng stood outside the door, his expression as if he was just asking him to prepare breakfast for him.
Today you go and bring Luo Zi back.
...What are you talking about?Zhou Jiran seemed to hear a fantasy, Dad, what are you thinking, what else do you want to do to Luo Zi!?
This is a pill.The man interrupted his shock and threw a small bottle of medicine on Zhou Jiran's sofa in his room. After meeting her today, he put it in her drink and brought her back.
Zhou Jiran almost collapsed: What the hell do you want to do!Dad, don’t be crazy, okay? What did Luo Qi do wrong? You should treat her like this!
You know, what you see is the way I love her!
Zhou Cheng also suddenly raised his voice, grabbed the boy's neckline with one hand, and stared at Zhou Jiran's distorted expression because of pain.
There will be no one in this world who loves her more than me, including you, do you understand?
He looks a little younger than Luo Zi now, about fourteen or fifteen years old.
The boy's forehead was hit by the heavyweight hard plastic shell of the remote control. He staggered two steps, and the warm current from the forehead slid down his cheeks.
But he couldn't feel what it was, nor did he even feel the pain, but he finally understood where the indescribable familiarity he felt when he first saw Luo Zi.
At that time, it should have happened not long after Zhou Cheng remarried.
Although the two had just gotten married, the relationship between the couple was not very good. Occasionally, they had to say something between them. Even if both parties were at home, their stepmother rarely chose to talk to Zhou Cheng directly, and more often they were asked Zhou Jiran to convey it on their behalf.
Zhou Jiran was only twelve or thirteen years old at the time and was preparing to go to junior high school, but he had already understood the interests of marriage and understood that marriage may not be for love.
In order not to make his stepmother unhappy, even though he knew that sometimes he would be scolded if he would disturb Zhou Cheng rashly, he could only agree.
It was one afternoon that day, and my stepmother lived in the confinement center to take care of her body. She called Zhou Cheng and asked her to send her something.
She actually has no shortage of things at all, she just can't see Zhou Chengshu staying at home comfortably.
Zhou Jiran dared not contradict her stepmother or disturbed Zhou Cheng. She was so anxious that she wandered around for a long time, and finally got the courage to go upstairs to find her father.
He didn't know where Zhou Cheng was, so he could only knock on the door and ask once where he might be. But Zhou Cheng didn't know why, he didn't have the study, the bedroom, or the entertainment room that he usually lives most often. When he finally found the home theater, Zhou Jiran finally heard a little movement at the door.
Dad, mom asked you to send her something...
The little boy knocked on the door very carefully, for fear of angering the moody man inside.Fortunately, Zhou Cheng was in a good mood that day, and his expression was quite gentle when he came to open the door.
I know, you go and help me find it first, I will change my clothes.
The video inside has been suspended by Zhou Cheng. Zhou Jiran nodded, but Yu Guang saw the little girl on the screen from Zhou Cheng's side.
The little girl should be two or three years younger than him. She was pressed by a man. Her face was covered with tears, and her face was full of panic and fear made the somewhat blurred frozen image particularly impactful.
What to look at? Zhou Cheng noticed the boy's gaze and immediately showed displeasure. He raised his hand and turned off the projection directly, glanced at Zhou Jiran: Why don't you go quickly?
Zhou Jiran was startled by Zhou Cheng's sudden anger, and quickly nodded and turned around and ran away.
Compared to the disheveled girl, Zhou Jiran certainly cared more about Zhou Cheng's emotions at that moment.
This incident was forgotten by him in the blink of an eye, but the girl's helpless and sad expression was hidden deep in his mind without even knowing it. It was not until now that the dusty memory finally opened.
At that time, he only looked at the frozen image on the projection and did not understand what they were doing, but now Zhou Jiran knew very well that Zhou Cheng was watching another man molesting Luo Zi, and was addicted to it with relish.
He didn't remember how he returned to the room. His mind was like a broken projector, constantly replaying the sad and desperate tone when Luo Qi talked to him about that person on the other end of the phone that day.
The boy looked at everything in the room dullly, and after a long time, he squatted down with some collapse.
Every tear he shed for Luo Qi's past was real. He even thought about killing the scum for Luo Qi at that moment, so that she could let go of the grudge in her heart and live a good life from now on.
But why is that person Zhou Cheng?
Zhou Jiran could hardly imagine what she felt when he asked Luo Qi about the identity of that person that day, and then she hung up the phone in panic.
He could not imagine that Luo Qi could treat him with such awkward and gentleness when he knew that he was that person's son, and he could take off his sunglasses and tell him that friends should adapt to each other.
She was afraid at first, but later she was irritable and resistant, and finally she was escaping.
Zhou Jiran brought herself into Luo Zi's perspective, and she wanted to kill herself with every step, but she didn't. She really treated him as a friend, and even cut open her wounds, but at the last moment she couldn't tell him the fact that that person was Zhou Cheng.
Imagine that every pain and struggle of her made Zhou Jiran feel so distressed that she almost burst into tears. However, this kind of heartache gave birth to an extreme self-loathing. He squatted on the ground and kept asking himself why he was Zhou Cheng's adopted son.
Why?
Such a problem is destined to have no result. Zhou Jiran sat in the room until the sky was bright, but still did not pull himself out of the vortex of his emotions.
But the time for him to make an appointment with Luo Qi was almost here, and he had to get up to change his clothes when he was out.
Just as he stood up, the door was opened, and Zhou Cheng stood outside the door, his expression as if he was just asking him to prepare breakfast for him.
Today you go and bring Luo Zi back.
...What are you talking about?Zhou Jiran seemed to hear a fantasy, Dad, what are you thinking, what else do you want to do to Luo Zi!?
This is a pill.The man interrupted his shock and threw a small bottle of medicine on Zhou Jiran's sofa in his room. After meeting her today, he put it in her drink and brought her back.
Zhou Jiran almost collapsed: What the hell do you want to do!Dad, don’t be crazy, okay? What did Luo Qi do wrong? You should treat her like this!
You know, what you see is the way I love her!
Zhou Cheng also suddenly raised his voice, grabbed the boy's neckline with one hand, and stared at Zhou Jiran's distorted expression because of pain.
There will be no one in this world who loves her more than me, including you, do you understand?
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