Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 7.18

The decency that he tried to maintain completely collapsed the moment he left the Song family.

At this moment, the dust-covered memory in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness spewed out.

Grandma's dislike, biological father's indifference, biological mother's indifference, big aunt's family calculations, stepmother's disgust, the heart of being forced to die, the relief and hatred of dystocia and death, Ge Jiaze's caring, the company is a hit The high spirits of Hongshi, the ruthlessness of Ge Jiaze, the triumph of Ge Jiamin, the humiliation and despair of being invited out of the Song family under the public...

At this moment, she couldn't stand firm, slammed her feet and fell to the ground.

Tears instantly blurred her eyes. She gasped, grabbed the high-heeled shoe that broke the heel, picked it up, put it down, and finally threw it out bitterly, and the car that was approaching in shock subconsciously stepped on the brakes. .

The driver pulled down the window and yelled: "What's the matter? I'm sick..."

Seeing Zhao Wanxue who was sitting on the ground and crying, covering her face and crying, she choked in the middle of speaking.

"Fuck." He cursed in a low voice, closed the window, and drove away.

What did she do wrong, why, why is God doing this to her?

Zhao Wanxue cried presumptuously.

The car fell back again.

The driver got out of the car with a helpless look, walked to Zhao Wanxue, squatted down and poked her with his finger: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"Woohoo..."

Zhao Wanxue just buried his head in tears.

The driver scratched his hair: "Sister, did something happen at home? So what? There is a saying, is the sun always after the storm, everything will be better if you want to do things."

Maybe he was tired from crying. Although Zhao Wanxue was still crying, his voice was much lower.

The driver squatted down on one foot, avoiding the inquisitive gaze of passers-by: "...Sister, or else, I'll take you home."

Seeing that Zhao Wanxue had no objection, the driver heaved a sigh of relief, ran to the road to pick up the shoes, and then helped Zhao Wanxue to walk to the car not far away.

Hearing the whistle, Zheng Yi, who was busy in the kitchen, turned off the gas stove and greeted him out.

"A Yi." Zhao Wanxue plunged into Zheng Yi's arms when he got out of the car, sobbing.

Thanks to the driver, Zheng Yi embraced Zhao Wanxue and returned home.

Zhao Wanxue was exhausted, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

She slept for two days and two nights.

Zheng Yi pushed the door in and looked at Zhao Wanxue who was lying in a muddle. He was full of powerlessness besides resentment. He whispered, "You have a good rest at home. I'll go to the supermarket to buy something."

Zhao Wanxue did not speak.

Zheng Yi was used to it, and went out after saying hello.

This state continued until an hour later, when Zhao Wanxue received a call from the hospital.

It was not until the phone rang for the sixth time that she impatiently reached for the phone on the bedside table.

The next moment, her complexion changed drastically, and she sat up from the bed suddenly: "What are you talking about, a car accident?"