Chapter 688: Spitting

Zhang Ke looked at the porcelain that was smashed to pieces on the floor, and several sofa cushions were thrown away in the corner. One sofa cushion was torn. The velvet inside made the room float around. Water was poured on the sofa. Liu Ting's clothes were half wet. Zhang Yi's face still had several blood marks. She didn't know what happened just now. Zhang Ke took a breath, looked at the aunt's sobbing look, and wanted to cry loudly. He said hatefully: "Who wants to make a fuss, let's tear it up, it's okay to demolish the house." He looked at Zhang Yi and said, "I'll ask you something..." After that, he walked out, and before going out, he looked at the mess all over the ground with disgust.

Zhang Yi was a little reluctant and didn't know what Zhang Ke meant. Wan Qing pulled his sleeve and whispered to Liu Ting, who was still sitting on the ground. She followed Zhang Ke first and then slipped out.

The little aunt helped Liu Ting up from the ground, and everyone in the room walked out, leaving only Zhang Zhiwei and his wife in the living room.

It was almost like Zhang Ke to scold him. Zhang Zhiwei never thought that the devil would come back at this time. Seeing everyone going out, he thought that this matter would be stopped like this but was unwilling to accept it.

Zhang Ke left the living room and said apologetically to Ding Wenxiang standing there: "This way, if Mr. Ding appreciates his face, I will invite Mr. Ding to have tea tomorrow afternoon..." Someone here was looking for death, and his heart was stuffed with a mess of thatch, and he had no intention of leaving Ding Wenxiang to come down to have tea.

Ding Wenxiang only needs to have the opportunity to talk to Zhang Ke, so he doesn't have to be tonight. I believe Zhang Ke doesn't want the family disputes to fall into the eyes of outsiders, so he said goodbye.

When he returned to his house, although there was no one living in a long time, Wanqing would ask people to clean it regularly, so the house was neat and clear. Zhang Ke turned on the light and threw everyone else into the living room. He ignored everything. He ran into the kitchen to boil water. When the water boiled, he made three cups of coffee and gave Wanqing a cup, and a cup of aunt. He held one in his hand, but no one else had a portion. Then he stood there with the coffee and looked at the dejected Zhang Yi. Liu Ting's sad expression on his face was real.

"Tell me, what happened? Is there a big mess?"

The aunt explained on the side: "Zhang Yi and Liu Ting received their certificate a month ago. No one told us. We didn't know why Zhang Yi's father knew. They ran to Liu Ting's parents' house and had a two-time fight, which made people feel uneasy. They tried every means to find out about Zhang Yi and Liu Ting's residence. They ran over and made a fuss once. They smashed everything they could, and they just set fire to the house. That time Zhang Yi was not at home, but the neighbors couldn't stand it and helped call the police. Your uncle said that the house was empty and it was empty, so he asked Liu Ting and Zhang Yi to come and live there, which was also considered helping us to watch the house. I don't know how to tell his father about it..."

Zhang Ke stood with his hands on his chest. He knew that he would not go home, and no one would bother him about these things, so he didn't know these things at all. He glanced at the scars on Liu Ting's wrist, but I was afraid that some of the things were still saying lightly at this time; his eyebrows were locked, and he glanced out the door, and his uncle Zhang Zhiwei and his aunt leaned in and looked in.

"What else do you want to do? I've smashed me here too!" New and old hatreds surged into my mind. When I saw my uncle's face, my blood was pouring in. Of course, Zhang Ke had no good tone when he spoke. If he hadn't been thinking about his junior's identity, he would have pointed his nose and slammed his face, and stood there and looked at the uncle outside the door coldly, and said coldly, "Die pigs are not afraid of boiling water. If they tear their faces apart, they have no scruples. You can throw in and smash them, I won't stop you; you two will force her to death here." He smashed the coffee cup outside the door, and there was a loud bang. The tempered glass door and the coffee cup were both strong, and the hot coffee spilled all over the floor.

No one expected that Zhang Ke would get such a big temper, so he was shocked and frightened. For a moment, everyone's breathing became thinner.

Thinking about it, is it true that Zhang Zhiwei and his wife are so noisy, so they are willing to force people to death?

Through a transparent glass door, Zhang Zhiwei just thought that the coffee cup was hitting him. He took a step back in a panic and tripped and sat on the flower bed. He was so scared that he didn't dare to say anything for a long time.

Compared to the summer three years ago when Zhang Ke was angry and turned up the table in public, he felt that the child was furious; at this time, he had the power of being angry, and he could not breathe when he pressed the side.

Zhang Zhifei's wife wanted to calm everyone's emotions, and she squinted her eyes and signaled her uncle Zhang Zhiwei and his wife to leave first.

Zhang Zhiwei was really scared. Zhang Ke has always been dissatisfied with his family. He was really afraid that if he was annoyed, his relatives would not admit anything wrong, so he shook his wife and pulled out of the yard first.

No one knew how to soothe Zhang Ke's emotions. Zhang Ke curled his lips and ran over to pick up the coffee cup on the ground, put it on the glass coffee table, then ran to the tool room to take out the mop, dragging the coffee stains all over the floor. Only then did the nanny just come to take the mop in his hand and mop the floor.

Zhang Ke poured half of the coffee in Wanqing's cup into his own cup, and then sat on the sofa. As if nothing had happened, he said to Zhang Yi: "You can get one for the forest planning book in Jiangnan tomorrow. If I have time in the past two days, I will take a look... No one knows about your marriage. My parents know, and they will definitely give it to you. I will give it to you on their behalf..." He took off the piece of Vacheron Constantin's watch on his wrist, and did not directly give it to Zhang Yi, but put it into Liu Ting's hand. Then he turned around and said to his aunt, "Auntie, go and tell them that Haizhou has no room for them to make trouble. If you don't recognize it, you will break up if you want to break up. As for whether Zhang Yi and Liu Ting's future separation, good or bad, there is no reason to force people to death at this time."

Zhang Ke didn't care about the matter downstairs and went straight upstairs. Zhang Zhifei's wife ran out to find his uncle to tell them what Zhang Ke meant. Wan Qing followed him upstairs. No one wanted Zhang Ke to get such a big temper. When he entered the study, he hugged his arm lightly and said, "There is no need to be so angry. It's really not possible. Just let Zhang Yi and Liu Ting leave Haizhou."

"I'm so excited about the night. How can I not be upset when I'm doing this?" Zhang Ke calmed down and put Wan Qinglou in his arms, and said with a wry smile.

Wanqing pinched him; Zhang Ke sat on the corner of the table, took out his cell phone and gave him a phone to his uncle who was still in Jianye. Today, after Jianye, he hadn't caught up with him and called him: "Uncle, I happened to go back to Haizhou, and my uncle came to make trouble. This is really strange!"

Wan Qing looked at Zhang Ke in surprise, not believing that this matter was arranged. He heard Zhang Zhifei smile bitterly on the phone: "I advised your uncle, have you seen him look shameless? I scolded him so hard that he was so angry that he was not a ghost, and his heart was cold. I think I was afraid that your father would even block him. Can we still curse him with a rant? You can't do it. Then I let Zhang Yi take Liu Ting out of Haizhou..."

Wanqing stood close to Zhang Ke's body, and the sound from her phone could be heard clearly: Zhang Zhifei took advantage of Zhang Ke's return to Haizhou today to reveal the news that Zhang Yi and Liu Ting lived here. It would be fine if Zhang Zhifei had many tricks, but it was rare that Zhang Ke could see through it at first sight, and even half-true and half-fake got angry.

Zhang Ke sighed and said to his cell phone: "My attitude has been expressed and his temper has been revealed. This matter still cannot be resolved. Let Zhang Yi take Liu Ting out of Haizhou..." He was a little discouraged when he thought of his uncle's face.

"Xu Hongbo said that Zhang Yi's father would not be stubborn to that level..." Zhang Zhifei betrayed Xu Hongbo by the way.

"Oh," Zhang Ke sighed and said to his cell phone, "I know you don't have any good intentions to treat me as a gun. I hope things can be solved and not cause any major problems."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ke sat on the sofa. Wanqing didn't know the whole story. However, the scars on Liu Ting's hand bowl were very dazzling. If this matter was really so indulgent, Liu Ting, who had experienced one or another, was afraid that she would have to die.

I told Wanqing about something else in the study upstairs. When I heard something moving downstairs, I went downstairs again.

"Zhang Yi's parents went back and cleaned up the room before leaving."

"Oh..." After hearing what the little aunt said, Zhang Ke couldn't be sure that the matter had passed like this. After responding, the nanny cleaned the living room here again, and then he remembered to ask Liu Ting where she works now.

"I lost all my previous jobs. If I make such a fuss, how can I have the heart to work? I'm afraid I'll go to the office." The little aunt explained.

"Then go to Jinhu," Zhang Ke said, and asked Zhang Yi again, "Do you know Cai Feijuan's phone number? Let's go directly to Sister Cai to arrange it."
Chapter completed!