Chapter 21 How can I repay you three for your kindness to me? Chapter 21 How can I repay you three for your kindness to me?
"Do you think we should find an opportunity to try her out next time?"
Li Lanxin suggested.
They have suffered losses at the hands of Xia Chunfeng twice in a row and can no longer continue to act blindly like this.
It is necessary to find out clearly.
What if she really changed.
They certainly couldn't bully her openly like they did before.
But if she was pretending, she would deliberately make them think that she had changed.
Next time they take action, they won't be able to give her any good results.
I must get back all the losses I suffered from her before.
Otherwise, wouldn’t they have suffered in vain these two days?
"How?"
Zhao Xiaozhi didn't mind Li Lanxin attacking that bitch Xia Chunfeng again.
As long as she could find out, she could embarrass that bitch Xia Chunfeng.
She can support her in various ways behind the scenes.
"Come here, I'll tell you!"
Li Lanxin waved at her.
Zhao Xiaozhi frowned, somewhat unhappy with Li Lanxin's way of summoning the puppy, but she still walked over reluctantly in the end.
The two of them whispered in the room for a long time.
At noon, after Wang Xiu came back from playing mahjong and drinking tea with some rich ladies, she suddenly learned from her aunt that Zhao Xiaozhi had sneaked out.
The good mood created throughout the morning disappeared in an instant.
She said with a sullen face, "Auntie Wang, didn't I tell you in the third floor when I left that you couldn't let her go out? How did you take care of her?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am. It's all my fault."
The aunt kept bending down to apologize, "It's my fault that I didn't take good care of her. I will go and find her back."
"Then what are you still doing here?" Wang Xiu frowned, a little upset, "Why don't you go find it for me!"
Really, these two are both very worrying.
Is this an attempt to kill her?
"Yes, ma'am!"
The aunt nodded nervously, and then hurried downstairs to look for someone.
Zhao Bin was sitting on the sofa flipping through his Chinese textbook.
Today is Sunday. Although these senior high school students had a whole day of classes yesterday, fortunately they have a half-day off today. However, they have to report to school at around four o'clock in the afternoon for evening self-study.
So he had no time to go out this morning and could only stay at home and do his homework.
Endorsement and the like.
Especially Chinese.
Last Friday, Wang Haiyang was called to the podium and spanked by Yu Lao Hu in front of the whole class because he failed to recite the text that Yu Lao Hu had assigned him the day before in Chinese class.
I was laughed at by many classmates.
Although Zhao Bin also laughed at Wang Haiyang in his heart.
But he is also afraid that one day others will laugh at him.
So for the sake of his own face, Zhao Bin now concentrates a hundred times more on learning Chinese than on other subjects.
Now that he was suddenly interrupted by Wang Xiu, Zhao Bin no longer had the heart to continue reciting.
"Auntie Wang, what are you doing? Can't you see I'm reciting the book?"
Zhao Bin placed the Chinese textbook in his hand on the coffee table, raised his eyes to look at Wang Xiu who was standing opposite him, his brows filled with displeasure.
"How can I carry you on with all the noise you're making?"
"Isn't the bedroom big enough for you to carry it?" Wang Xiu was already furious, and now being accused by Zhao Bin, she became even more angry, "Do you have to carry it in the living room?"
Zhao Bin crossed his legs and looked expressionlessly at Wang Xiu who was standing opposite him.
"The bedroom has better air and more spaciousness than the living room. What's wrong with me carrying it here? Is it bothering you? Huh?"
"But this is the living room." Wang Xiu gritted her teeth, "It's a place for people to talk and laugh, not a place for you to study. If you want to memorize, you can go to your own bedroom. Don't you feel a little out of place sitting here?"
"Is there?"
Zhao Bin frowned, "Why didn't I feel it? Aunt Wang, are you overthinking it? Or are you deliberately picking on me?"
"you!"
Wang Xiu's face turned pale, and just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the clear voice of a young man behind him.
"Zhao Bin, don't go too far!"
Zhao Bin raised his eyes and looked over.
Zhao Lang was seen wearing a white cotton coat and had side-swept bangs, walking down the stairs from the second floor at a leisurely pace.
He was only fifteen years old. Although he was half a head shorter than Zhao Bin, his eyebrows and features looked exactly like those of Zhao Bin.
The difference is that Zhao Lang looks more delicate and fair, like a gigolo kept in a rich family.
Zhao Bin, on the other hand, looked more masculine, with a short haircut. When the two stood together, Zhao Lang was already inferior to Zhao Bin in terms of momentum, not to mention the others. "How did I go too far?" Zhao Bin played with his long fingers, smiling, "Tell me, I really want to hear it!" Wang Xiu pulled Zhao Lang's sleeve, signaling him not to speak, but Zhao Lang didn't listen. "First of all, the living room is a place where everyone can sit down and chat. If you want to read or recite, you can go to the study or bedroom on the second floor. What's the point of occupying the living room like this? Do you want to use this place as your study? Secondly, since my mother is speaking to you with good intentions, please don't take it as wind around your ears. It's better to be polite to her. After all, if my mother hadn't been taking care of you at home for more than ten years, do you think you would have grown up so big? I'm afraid you would have starved to death at some point." "According to what you said, I should kneel down and express my gratitude to your mother, is that what you mean?" Zhao Bin's bottomless eyes were like ten thousand years of ice that would not dissipate for a long time. No one could tell whether he was angry or not. But the mother and son still vaguely felt an unprecedented chill in the air. "Then let me count how your mother has treated me in the past eighteen years!" Zhao Bin counted on his fingers, constantly recalling and narrating, "When I was seven years old, I broke a bowl, and your mother made me kneel in the living room for three hours. Well, she was really good to me. When I was nine years old, I had a high fever, and your mother seemed to think that my fever was not severe enough, so she locked me in the warehouse and lied to Zhao that I didn't know where I ran to play. This is also counted as one thing. When you were eleven years old, you slipped and fell into the river. Your mother said that I pushed you down. When you were thirteen years old, your sister was beaten. Your mother said that I was instigated. When you were fifteen years old, your father's favorite vase was broken by you. Your mother said that I broke it. When I was seventeen years old... Every single thing proves that your mother has taken care of me for these years. It's really heartfelt. I don't want to remember her kindness. So how do you think I should repay you three sons for your kindness to me in the future?" Zhao Bin narrowed his eyes and sneered at Wang Xiu and Zhao Lang, mother and son. (End of this chapter)
