Every World is Collapsing [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

5.2 - Who is playing the piano?

Now Zheng Hongyi has invited Qiao Xi back to provide treatment for Zheng Lixin three months ago. During these three months, Qiao Xi has not made too many rash actions, but has quietly found out the close relationship between father and son.

He understood that Zheng Hongyi was interested in Zheng Lixin's piano talent, not the son's true nature. Yesterday, he extended his claws to Zheng Lixin for the first time, holding him in his arms half forcefully, and felt the bliss of life.

[What a pervert. I really want to chop that niggen into pieces. Let's see how he goes into heat in the future and whether he dares to rub against others. 】

[This chop has the front and the back. 】

No. 520, the host's words have great connotations, but I actually didn't understand them.

In his mind, Chu Jingran recalled the appearance of this cowardly psychotherapist. Compared with the others, it was very vague. His mind was only filled with words such as disgust, fear, and fear. It can be seen in Zheng Lixin's heart that this person The psychological shadow it caused to him was profound.

Josie comes five times a week, Monday to Friday, and today happens to be Saturday, so Josie happens to be away.

The rape incident happened nearly half a year after Qiao Xi treated Zheng Lixin. It has been nearly three months now, so compared with other things, solving the side mission is more urgent.

As a person with a 'severe' mental illness, it must be extremely unreasonable for Zheng Lixin to suddenly complain to Zheng Hongyi, an unqualified and cheap father. But if he cannot take the initiative to complain, then...

Looking back from the corner of the piano room, Chu Jingran lowered his eyes, lowered his fingertips, and the first notes after coming to the new environment of the Zheng family slowly floated out.

If you can't take the initiative to file a complaint, let the cheap daddy find out on his own.

...

The curtain had fallen, and the iron gate of the Zheng Family Nursing Home slowly opened. A black car slowly drove in, and finally stopped in front of the villa gate.

The bodyguard walked to the back seat, opened the car door, and saw a man in a gray and black formal suit bowing out of the back seat of the car.

The man's facial features are deeply and handsomely carved, and his expressionless face has a pair of stern eyes. Those eyes are like a cold pool under an abyss that never sees the sun, revealing a heart-stopping indifference and coldness.

After getting off the car, Zheng Hongyi walked non-stop towards the villa. If he got closer now, he would be able to smell the mellow aroma of wine coming from him, stained with the aroma of astringent and sweet tannins. That was red wine. It smelled like alcohol, but there was no sign of drinking on that cold, handsome face.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there is an inconspicuous dark wine stain on the corner of the hem of his gray-black suit. Obviously, this is the source of the wine aroma.

Although red wine had been spilled on his body, except for this small wine stain, there were no wrinkles or messes on his body, which showed that he must be a man with extremely strong self-control and excessive rigor.

After entering the door, Zheng Hongyi walked towards the second floor. His frown could tell that he was obviously unhappy at the moment.

Almost everyone in the upper-class circles knows that Zheng Hongyi never drinks alcohol no matter what the occasion. If necessary, he will drink tea instead of wine. Some people speculate that he is allergic to alcohol, and some speculate that he is showing off his uniqueness. Some people speculated that he was pursuing style, but no one has ever guessed the real reason.