Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 374 Is the same person (4)
Ziwei was stunned for a moment, and looked at Mingzhu again, but Mingzhu had already withdrawn her gaze, turned around and walked towards the gate, Ding Feng didn't look at Ziwei, but followed Mingzhu's footsteps closely.

Clutching both sides of the wheelchair tightly with both hands, Ziwei fell into her own thoughts and couldn't extricate herself for a long time. She didn't look up at the door until the sound of the key turning the door lock sounded in her ears.

As the saying goes, on July day, the face of a child really changes as soon as it is said.

When I went out, the sun was still hot and violent, and it rained cats and dogs in a blink of an eye. Aunt Zhang didn't bring an umbrella, and Ziwei was alone at home, so she didn't feel at ease. Let's go, she bought the vegetables and rushed directly into the rain.

Aunt Zhang was drenched by the rain, her clothes were all stained on her body, although she wasn't cold, she felt very uncomfortable, she didn't see anything unusual about Ziwei, she closed the door, took the dishes into the kitchen, and then walked towards her room.

When she came out again, she had already changed into clean clothes.

Seeing that Ziwei was looking at her all the time, she didn't think about anything else, she thought she was hungry, and walked towards the kitchen, and said, "Are you hungry, Aunt Zhang is going to cook."

"Aunt Zhang." Ziwei called out to her.

Aunt Zhang stopped and looked back at her, "What's wrong?"

"I have something to discuss with you."

Aunt Zhang wanted to say something, and waited for her to cook the rice first, but when she saw the pleading in Ziwei's eyes, she turned around, squatted beside her, stretched out her hand, and put her shoulders together The broken hair on the bed, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

When she got closer, she was surprised to see the blood in Ziwei's eyes.

"Aunt Zhang." Ziwei suddenly grabbed Aunt Zhang's hand and looked at her with burning eyes.

Ziwei who is so close to her suddenly surprised Aunt Zhang, and at the same time, there was a warm current in her heart. She thought that she had taken care of this child for so many years, but she had not been very intimate with herself because of her natural cold temper, but she did not expect that ...

She suddenly had a feeling that the clouds were opening to see the moonlight.

"Son, what's the matter with you?" Aunt Zhang responded to Ziwei with a voice that was several times softer than Ping.

"Aunt Zhang, I have a small request." Ziwei told Aunt Zhang that she wanted to increase the potion and make her legs feel better.

Before Ziwei finished speaking, Aunt Zhang interrupted her, "No, the doctor said, increasing the dosage will make your legs heal earlier, but the side effects are also very serious."

Once her legs are injured again, she will be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. With such a big risk, she definitely won't let Ziwei try it.

Aunt Zhang's reaction was all within Ziwei's expectation, she didn't say anything, but started to sob, not loudly, very subtle, a bit like a child who has been wronged but dare not tell his parents.

Aunt Zhang's heart ached, but when she thought she couldn't hurt Ziwei because of a momentary soft-heartedness, she forced herself to be hard-hearted, handed the tissue to Ziwei, and walked towards the kitchen.

A dull sound, like something falling to the ground, suddenly sounded behind her. Aunt Zhang looked back and was terrified by the scene in front of her. Ziwei, who was sitting in a wheelchair just now, unexpectedly fell to the ground.

He quickly ran towards her, squatted down, and was about to help her, but was thrown away by Ziwei struggling.

Ziwei crawled on the ground, her legs lost feeling, panting heavily, a bit like a fish that was thrown to the shore and was about to suffocate, "Don't touch me, see that I am waiting for you to hold me, waiting for you to hold me Don't you have a sense of accomplishment!"

Aunt Zhang was so choked by Ziwei's intentional distorting of the facts that she had nothing to say, and that Ziwei had already raised her hand and thumped her two unconscious legs, which were no different from decorations, "I made you unconscious, I Let you be useless, I will make you a waste! Woohoo..."

At the end of the conversation, she had already burst into tears. This was the first time Aunt Zhang had seen Ziwei who was crying until her heart broke.

She stretched out her hand, hugged her into her arms, and gently patted her heaving back, her eyes full of contradictions.

Ziwei cried for a long time, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered in the past 25 years.

Aunt Zhang didn't say anything, except to wipe her tears and pat her on the back.

Finally, Ziwei couldn't take it anymore, when Aunt Zhang stretched her hand towards her face again, she pushed her away hard, seeing her eyes were cold, and the tone of her words to her was also very cold, "You go, from now on. From today, I no longer need your care."

"Miss!" Aunt Zhang stared at her incredulously, "You let me go?"

Ziwei closed her eyes, and two more lines of tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, her voice was hoarse, "Let's go."

Looking at Ziwei, Aunt Zhang burst into tears, "Ziwei, for so many years, I have seen you as a master and servant. In fact, I have long regarded you as my own daughter, but you actually let me go."

Ziwei tightly pursed her lips and closed her eyes tightly. Aunt Zhang wiped her tears again, gritted her teeth and stood up.

After squatting for too long, she suddenly stood up like this, feeling dizzy for a while, and when she got better, she really walked towards her room.

From the beginning to the end, Ziwei kept her head down. No one knew whether her eyes were open or closed, and no one knew what her expression was like.

Aunt Zhang walked up to Ziwei carrying a bag containing only a few changes of clothes, and said in a deep voice, "Miss, I'm leaving, and you will take good care of yourself from now on."

Ziwei still didn't move.

Aunt Zhang sighed, turned around and walked towards the door cruelly.

Suddenly, there was another dull voice behind her, and Aunt Zhang's heart contracted, she turned around and ran towards Ziwei.

"Son, are you okay?" Aunt Zhang asked anxiously.

Ziwei didn't speak, but her body trembled even more. This time, regardless of whether she would struggle or not, Aunt Zhang picked her up. When she was put on the wheelchair, she saw the blood in Ziwei's palm.

"You silly boy." With a sigh, his eyes were full of distress, and he turned to get the medicine box.

"Does it hurt?" When she took tweezers to help Ziwei pull out the broken glass that had pierced her palm, Aunt Zhang asked with concern. Before Ziwei could answer, she began to blame herself again, "It's all my fault, I didn't clean it up."

(End of this chapter)