In desperation, he could only promise in confusion: "I really have nothing to do with her. You still don't understand me? I only have you and my daughter in my heart. I have never thought about anyone else..."

"Never thought about anyone else?"

Hearing this, Du Jing sneered even more angrily: "It's okay for you to use this to deceive those little girls who have no experience in the world. Do you think I will believe you? Your daughter was discharged from the hospital today, have you

Have you ever thought that your daughter still needs care? Have you ever thought that you still have a wife waiting for you at home?"

After a series of fierce rhetorical questions, Du Jing nodded with a smile to herself: "Yes, Zhang Haidong. No matter what important things you have at home, they can't compare to the debauchery you enjoy outside. The three-thirds of an acre of land at home is enough for cultivation.

, you always have to go outside to help cultivate the land. The ancients said it makes sense, house flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers. Right?"

"You have really changed. I thought you loved this family more. But I didn't expect that a dog can't change its habit of eating shit. The old habit from four years ago happened again! But this time you changed your tricks, Zhang Haidong, you

You are not as arrogant as before, you know how to use your theories to cover yourself up..."

As Du Jing spoke, she kept shaking her head, with tears already streaming down her face.

four years ago?

Hearing these words, Zhang Haidong's whole body felt as if he was struck by lightning and was hit hard!

That's Du Jing's wound!

It’s a dark history that I can never erase!

"Wife...I..." Zhang Haidong lowered his head subconsciously.

"Get out of here! Go outside and sleep on the sofa!" Du Jing angrily threw Zhang Haidong's quilt and pillow over.

Zhang Haidong withdrew calmly, placed the pillow on the sofa, and then firmly covered him with the quilt.

He rubbed his temples painfully and sighed softly.

I still thought it was too simple.

I always deal with things according to the thoughts and methods of an eighteen-year-old. I naively believe that no matter what I do, admitting my mistakes and explaining can settle everything.

But now is not the world of the eighteen-year-old, nor is it the pure and graceful boy who chases the wind.
Chapter completed!