She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 375 Don't Let Me Hit You

(This chapter was blocked and I made some minor changes and reposted it. If you have bought this chapter, please don't buy it again. The plot is basically the same.)
"What are you talking about? About how your sister took my dad away? About how I lost my home and my mom when I was young? About how you knew everything but still treated me like a fool!" Xia Beiqing's eyes almost burst open, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eyes, he gritted his teeth and asked, "How long are you going to lie to me!"

Shen Zhiyu looked at the young man, and his heart felt like it was being brutally trampled and torn apart by a hand, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Xia Beiqing was shaking all over, crying and laughing at the same time: "Shen Zhiyu, look, when you should tell the truth, you lie to me, and when you should lie to me, you refuse to lie."

He loosened Shen Zhiyu's collar little by little, staggered back two steps, and turned to leave.

Shen Zhiyu hurried forward and grabbed Xia Beiqing's wrist tightly: "Beiqing..."

Xia Beiqing suddenly shook off his hand, turned around and grabbed his collar again, raised his fist in the air, his eyes red with anger: "Don't let me beat you!"

Shen Zhiyu slowly closed his eyes and raised his head.

He would rather be punched.

No! He can withstand ten or a hundred punches!
Xia Beiqing's throat tightened and he pushed Shen Zhiyu away fiercely, as if this was some kind of abyss of hell. He couldn't stay here for a moment and turned around and rushed down the stairs.

Shen Zhiyu opened his eyes and looked at Xia Beiqing's leaving figure. His hand loosened and the plastic bag fell to the ground. The fruits and drinks inside all rolled down the stairs.

He pressed his chest with his hands, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away. He fell heavily on the stairs, his vision becoming increasingly blurred, and his cheeks were cold and wet.

Turning my head, I saw a bunch of flowers lying quietly on the ground next to me, already trampled into pieces.

Shen Zhiyu stretched out his hand, picked up the flowers on the ground, bent down slowly, and hugged the flowers tightly in his arms. He used all his strength, and tears fell down. His heart felt like it was being gripped by a hand. The pain made him breathless and he couldn't even cry. He looked ridiculous and embarrassed.

It’s messed up, he messed up everything... Late at night, with the withered flowers placed on the table, Shen Zhiyu leaned against the door, staring at the screen of his mobile phone until his eyes felt sore and stinging.

He kept sending text messages to Xia Beiqing, but the text messages fell on deaf ears and received no response. No one answered his phone calls either.

Shen Zhiyu held the phone, hoping for a reply.

Even just one.

He sat on the cold ground all night until the sun refracted in from the window. He seemed to regain some consciousness. He propped himself up with his arms and suddenly felt dizzy. He grabbed the door frame in time to avoid falling.

My head hurts so badly, I feel groggy and I can't move a muscle.

Shen Zhiyu stumbled into the bathroom, scooped up water with both hands and poured it on his face. He was still not very sober and seemed like he might fall down at any time.

My stomach was churning and I felt like vomiting.

But Shen Zhiyu didn't care about all that. He washed his face, grabbed the car keys and went out.

His vision was blurry, as if all the scenes were upside down and distorted. Shen Zhiyu held the steering wheel with both hands. Even his reactions to the brakes and accelerator became slow, and he almost crashed the car several times.

He didn't know how he drove the car to Jun's house. His thoughts were confused and his steps were disorderly. He forced himself to get out of the car and walked towards the gate of Jun's house.

Zou Bo just went out and saw Shen Zhiyu stumbling over, so he stepped forward to help him.

　It was just a quarrel between two people, but this has to be blocked? Can’t we even write about quarrels when writing books now?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)