She is soft on my heart

Chapter 92 Slap
Even if no one came back to this home all year round, it can be seen that Aunt Rong still took care of it in an orderly manner, spotless, maintaining the beauty and wealth that should be there and only.

Jiang Cong stopped.

The bright white light of the chandelier shone on him, making the boy's complexion look colder and paler, and his eyes swept towards the living room indifferently.

Jiang Anchuan was dressed in an expensive gray suit and sat on the main sofa. His handsome face and bloated figure no longer showed traces of his early handsomeness.

There were two men and a woman standing behind the main sofa, both dressed in professional attire, they were his assistant and secretary respectively. When Jiang Cong saw the female secretary again after such a long time, Jiang Cong still felt nauseated.

Finally, his gaze fell on Jiang Anchuan's angry face, and he slightly raised one corner of his lips and smiled, but there was a pool of stagnant water in his eyes, "I thought you were talking about yourself."

His tone and expression made the unaffected Jiang Anchuan instantly furious.

Meng Yi pointed at him and cursed: "You bastard, if you have the ability to tell me again?! I work in such a big group, how dare you talk back to me when you fool around outside all day?!"

As he said that, he was about to rush over.

"Hey, Big Brother Jiang!" Shen Maoli, who was sitting opposite him, hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "He's a kid who speaks freely, so what do you care about with him?"

Then he turned his head and winked at Jiang Cong, "Xiao Cong, come quickly and apologize to your father."

Aunt Rong also pushed Jiang Cong's arm, "Don't quarrel with your father."

Jiang Cong was expressionless, looking at Jiang Anchuan, "There are no outsiders here, so you don't have to work hard to play the role of father to teach me."

When Aunt Rong heard this, she hurriedly pulled his arm. After Jiang Cong finished speaking, he felt that there was no need to stay any longer, and turned to leave.

Suddenly, a celadon teapot smashed over and shattered at his feet, "Stop!"

Aunt Rong was startled, afraid that Jiang Cong would be hit and pull him back.

One of the male assistants, Chen Jian, also went over to stop Jiang Anchuan who was getting angry. Jiang Anchuan couldn't breathe well, and finally calmed down a little under the persuasion of the two.

Jiang Cong stood next to the debris on the ground and did not move anymore, the atmosphere was so low-pressure tit-for-tat.

The secretary, Chen Hanjiao, is Chen Jian's younger sister. She looks in her twenties, and she wears a formal professional dress very revealingly, and the makeup is too thick and gaudy, making her look vulgar.

When Jiang Cong entered the door just now, Chen Hanjiao was amazed the first time she saw him, and she has never taken her eyes off him until now.

She always knew that Jiang Anchuan had a tall and handsome son, but she didn't expect to see him taller and taller for a few years, his youthfulness faded, and the facial features of the young man became more profound and distinct.

A dirty mind took shape.

Jiang Cong noticed her scrutinizing eyes, and his eyes flicked over coldly.

Looking at him, it was exactly what Chen Hanjiao wanted. She smiled, and said directly to relieve the situation: "After careful consideration, I haven't seen Xiao Cong for a long time."

Jiang Cong stared at her silently for a long time. Under his gaze, Chen Hanjiao brushed her hair pretentiously, exuding a hint of charm.

I don't know how disgusting it is.

Seeing her scratching her head and posing, Jiang Cong suddenly laughed out loud, with a sense of sarcasm, "Yeah, the last time I saw you was on my dad's bed."

The voice fell, and the already quiet living room fell into a dead silence.

Everyone's expressions changed suddenly, and Chen Hanjiao froze her smile in an instant.

Even if everyone present was like a bright mirror in their hearts, they couldn't get on the stage after all, and in the end, they were exposed by their son mockingly.

After Jiang Anchuan was taken aback for a moment, his face changed suddenly, he was so angry that he couldn't speak, and in a rage he picked up the four-cornered ashtray on the coffee table and threw it at it.

He was facing Jiang Cong's face.

He didn't hide either, the sharp corner of the glass slashed past his eyelids, the ashtray slammed into the wall behind, and the glass exploded.

Immediately, a stream of blood oozed out from under Jiang's brow bone, just a hair's breadth away from his eyes.

"Xiao Cong!" Aunt Rong panicked and looked at his face.

Jiang Anchuan threw away the two people around him angrily. Jiang Cong looked at him numbly and dejectedly as he rushed towards him furiously. His only movement was to push away Aunt Rong who was about to block him.

The raised slap came over with gravity and landed on the face. Jiang's head was turned to one side, and his ears buzzed.

"Isn't the wild thing looking for death? Which of the troubles you caused didn't I ask someone to settle it for you?! Let me tell you, it's not your turn to point out your father's affairs here!"

Jiang Cong couldn't fight back, the tip of his tongue pressed against the stinging corner of his mouth, and there was a rusty smell of blood spreading out. He raised his hand and rubbed the pulp of his thumb against his lower lip.

The more loose he looked, the angrier Jiang Anchuan became and the more he beat him. Aunt Rong beside him burst into tears, and Shen Maoli and two assistants came up to stop him.

Putting some distance away, Shen Maoli let Jiang Cong go. Jiang Cong looked at Jiang Anchuan, who was mad with anger, and smiled. His smile gradually turned into coldness and melted into his dark eyes. He said nothing, turned around and walked out without looking back. the door.

Jiang Anchuan's violent curses were isolated in the empty villa behind him, and the cold wind picked up at night, blowing the wound on his face, but Jiang Cong seemed unconscious.

"Xiao Cong!"

The sound of high-heeled shoes clicking behind him made Jiang Cong feel a chill in his heart, and he quickened his steps towards the motorcycle.

When Chen Hanjiao caught up, Jiang Cong had already put on his helmet and rode on the body.

"your face…"

"You have this skill, you should think more about how to keep your place among the women in Jiang'anchuan. Auntie."

The white motorcycle picked up speed in an instant, and sped away into the darker night, leaving behind a choking exhaust, and Chen Hanjiao's face was blackened by the anger of the word "auntie".

The downhill motorcycle also accelerated to the end, the street lights on both sides of the road connected into a straight white line, the sound of the wind mixed with the sound of the engine agitated the eardrums, Jiang Cong leaned slightly, looked ahead, and his hand holding the handlebar was bruised.

He remembered that in the second year of junior high school, on an ordinary day in May, the sun was exceptionally good. That day was his birthday, and the three of Yang Lang insisted on celebrating his birthday, and they kept arguing until very late.

It was also such a dark night, when he saw Jiang Anchuan's car when he went home, he even had a tinge of anticipation ridiculously, the anticipation that he would be remembered.

And when he saw the messy clothes all the way to his room, two gray bodies intertwined muddy, the picture was unsightly, it was the anticipation that multiplied his pain.

The door rang, and Jiang Cong turned his head and saw Gao Shulan pulling the suitcase, the one who had been gone for many years, his mother.

"Mom!" Jiang never knew what kind of mood he was in at that time, chased her out and called her.

That was also the first time Gao Shulan responded to his shout, she stopped in her tracks, turned around and slapped him hard.

"Don't call me mom, you make me sick."

Compared with her screaming and roaring when she was a child, Gao Shulan's voice was trembling and calm.

This slap was far inferior to the shocking scars that Gao Shulan had left on his body, but it was this slap that finally cut the straw that was crumbling at all.

"This is my last chance for you to hit me."

"If there is a next time, I will fight back."

(End of this chapter)