Chapter two hundred and twenty eight poisonous pus
If you are blocked in your throat, it is like a stone weighing thousands of pounds. You can't spit it out and swallow it, and you can't burst into tears.
Ning Siyu stood up and ran out with his head down, and closed the door of his room with a loud noise.
When Ning Zhixia walked upstairs slowly, she happened to meet Ning's mother who was walking out.
The two of them had no good expression when they met, and Ning's mother hurried downstairs.
Ning Zhixia glanced at the situation in Ning Siyun's room, looked at Ning Siyu's door, and said lightly: "It's really interesting."
The father and son inside had neither good expressions, but she didn't care at all and opened the door and entered her room.
The injury on Ning Siyun's leg had been treated, but Ning Huazhi was worried and found two more private doctors.
Ning's mother was even more worried. When she thought that the shot might have been shot by Zhou Jingmo, and the one who helped to deal with the wound was the Wen family who was a friend of Zhou Jingmo. She felt that the doctor of the Wen family was treating her son's wound.
He must have no intention, and maybe he used bad medicine to deliberately harm her son, so he followed in worriedly.
The whole family gathered in that room. When the door was closed, it was full of warm rooms. The loving and kind parents cared about their only son with great care.
Outside was a deserted house, so quiet that no one was there.
Ning Zhixia took the things she wanted to take regularly, walked out the door and slowly closed the door, and could hear the lively sounds coming from Ning Siyun's room.
"Click—"
She locked the door and did not go downstairs, but turned to Ning Siyu's room.
The door opened as soon as it was twisted. After entering, it was filled with brand-name bags and high-end cosmetics. One of the shoes that were placed randomly fell down, blocking the road. Ning Zhixia kicked it away at will and pulled Wei.
Sit down one by one.
Ning Siyu pounced on the bed without moving. After a while, he heard no sound, then turned his head and looked at her with a stiff face.
"What are you doing? Look at me for a joke?"
Ning Zhixia: "Do you have fewer jokes? I don't need to say anything you ask right away."
Ning Siyu sat up, turned around and wiped away the paper and wiped away the tears, then turned back and looked at her with her chin, keeping Miss Ning's glamorous shell.
"Are you sick? You just like watching my jokes?"
"No, I like to watch jokes about your family."
Ning Siyu: "You are also Ning..."
Ning Zhixia Lengbingbing interrupted her: "You and I are not a family."
She stopped her words and was unwilling to mention the long-distance that happened more than twenty years ago.
"Then if you have any nonsense, just say it quickly. Don't you know I don't want to see you now?"
"Then who do you want to see? That mom?" Ning Zhixia folded her legs, and her black high heels shook her lightly in the air, and upwards were a piece of thin white ankles with tattoos.
"It's a pity that they were all asking Ning Siyun about their well-being next door, and they couldn't remember you at all. When you were beaten, your mother's guilty heart was only for two seconds."
Ning Siyu's expression was concentrating: "You don't have to worry about it."
"I didn't want to care, it's just a joke. Do you remember the incident when you called me a poor person when you were a child? Are you a poor person now?"
That happened many years ago. The family of three had just moved here, and Ning Zhixia's mother had just died for a month. Some people outside laughed at her as the daughter of the mistress, and some people laughed at Ning Zhixia as a child that no one wants.
If you stepmothers will have stepfathers... In short, you will have everything.
She listened to all the ridicule and sarcasm, but she only remembered the jokes about Ning Zhixia best. She learned to laugh at her every time and said that Ning Zhixia was a poor person who no one wanted.
By exerting more malice to those who are sympathetic, you can cover up your inferiority complex. When you are still ignorant, it is especially easy to do bad things.
At that time, Ning Zhixia even fought with her because of her behavior.
However, in the end, Ning Zhixia suffered a loss because the mistress of this family changed, and Ning Zhixia no longer cared about her mother.
Come back to my senses from my memories, Ning Siyu pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "It's because he scolded you when he was a child. You have been holding a grudge until now, so I came to see me and laughed back."
Ning Zhixia shook her head, smiling expression very stereotyped: "I remember you said at that time that you said, "You have your mother here, you are much happier than me, who is a motherless person. But now I see, you are not as good as a motherless person. Look at it."
Look at you, born in the Ning family, you actually hope to be valued more. In their eyes, only Ning Siyun is the most important thing. You are just a defective product that was born without knowing your gender.
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"Do you just like to stimulate me to get some pleasure?" Ning Siyu was tired of hearing these words from her, and the stimulation she was much lighter than at the beginning.
Ning Zhixia did not deny that adults who were almost thirty years old had no need to avoid suffering and grief in the past, and admitting it was no big deal.
"What else can I do? Only when I see your family in trouble will I be happy. But now you are pitiful, I can only stimulate you. When you ran out of Ning Siyun's room just now, I
Thinking that there would be a second person in this family who would want them to die, he would laugh out loud."
Ning Siyu quickly retorted: "That's my mother and my brother, so what's wrong with a slap in the face? I won't hate you every day like a person with a distorted psychological condition like you."
"Is that true?" Ning Zhixia was not in a hurry to let her admit it, and instead talked about her own affairs.
"Do you still remember how my mother died? Oh, your family probably forgot. In fact, after so long, I can't remember exactly what happened that day. I know my mother died of blood, but
I always remember to be miscarried, is it the cause of miscarriage or the cause of wrist cutting?
But I remember it very clearly. What I will never forget is that she crawled towards me in the living room, with blood everywhere. She wanted me to call Ning Huazhi, but she was too weak to say
I was alone looking for someone and wanted to find my father, but do you know what Ning Huazhi was doing at that time? He was accompanying your bitch mother with affection! She was planting her son! I just sat in a pool
He was in disheveled in his blood, but my mother could no longer save him at that time.
At that time, I was thinking, so what about my dad? I still want to let him go blood, try my mother's pain, I want to let my mom turn into a ghost and don't let him go, I want to stab you all the family.
die!"
The poisonous pus was vomited out a little, Ning Zhixia took a deep breath and returned to calm, and her tone was gentle and induced:
"So why can't you hate? Can you hate those women who pounce on Zhou Jingmo, but don't hate those who really hurt you. Don't tell me that you still remember how good they are to you. I think this slap is what your mother treats you.
like.
I rushed to find Zhou Jingmo's lover in the morning and encountered a very difficult situation. I guess Ning Siyun did something shameful, otherwise he wouldn't have a shot on his leg. You said that if Zhou Jingmo and the others would still have to pursue it,
Will your mom push you out like paying off debts?”