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Chapter 242 Fallen Angel 11

Back in the dormitory, Qin Shihua was already asleep.

Hua Zhi quickly took her pajamas and entered the bathroom, washed her hands quietly, then threw her clothes into the trash can, tied a garbage bag and placed it at the door of the dormitory, and would throw it away when she got up in the morning.

The black shadow was grabbed by the grass and couldn't run away.

Her body is no longer young, and the original body has passed away, so she can't be so mean and needs to take good care of it.

Let’s talk about the black shadow’s problem tomorrow when we wake up.

When I woke up the next day, the weather was very good, and the sun was already shining warmly on the windowsill. Hua Zhi took out her phone and looked at it. It was already ten o'clock!

Hey, darling, go to work!

He quickly got up, changed his clothes, and went to work.

Fortunately, the people here are very talkative, and Hua Zhi was not criticized for being late, as long as she did her job well.

After cleaning, the garbage was cleared, and the floor was mopped. It didn't take her much time to do this. She was mainly there in a hurry, which was a big help.

Because it happened to be class time, no students came to use the toilet. It was just after class and Huazhi had already taken care of the area she was responsible for.

Just as she was about to go back to the dormitory to take a shower and sleep for a while, she received a call from the doorman, saying that a young man was looking for her.

Hua Zhi was still wondering why someone was looking for her. When she went to take a look, wasn't it Jia Xiaojun?

Only then did he remember that he had come to work in the city where his son was for the sake of his son. This is the first time that Jia Xiaojun has taken the initiative to find the original person, right?

Looking over, Jia Xiaojun only resembled the original person with his eyes, and everything else looked like his father, that old scumbag.

Huazhi is not her original self, so she will not have any feelings for the father and son, let alone owe anything. What is there to owe? Shouldn't it be the father and son who owe her?

The only person who feels indebted should be Janier, for not allowing her to study and letting her get married so early...

Seeing Hua Zhi, Jia Xiaojun politely thanked the guard: "Thank you, uncle."

Then he turned to Hua Zhi and said, "Let's go outside and talk."

Hua Zhi looked at his face that was not a face and his nose that was not a nose. She thought that it was really not good to cut him here, so she said to him: "Okay, it just so happens that I haven't had breakfast, so I'll go have breakfast first."

After saying that, Hua Zhi walked in front and Jia Xiaojun followed.

Looking for a noodle shop with a small family, Hua Zhi sat down and ordered a portion of barbecued pork brisket noodle. She asked for three taels. She was hungry and could eat it.

Then he scanned the QR code to pay and chose a seat to sit down. Jia Xiaojun thought that Huazhi ordered it for him. After all, according to the usual practice, the original person had never ordered meat noodles for himself, but only three ounces.

But he didn't ask, instead following Hua Zhi and sitting opposite her.

While waiting for the meal, Hua Zhi asked him: "What are you doing here?"

"What have you been doing these days? Is your phone broken if you don't answer calls or reply to WeChat messages?" Jia Xiaojun never thought that Hua Zhi didn't answer calls or reply to WeChat messages because she blocked his phone number and set WeChat to Do not disturb, how to receive it?

"It's not broken, it's fine." As soon as Hua Zhi said this, she was called from the food pick-up port to pick up the food.

Jia Xiaojun sat like a second uncle, waiting for Hua Zhi to bring it to him. As a result, the powder was brought to him, but Hua Zhi picked up the chopsticks and ate it himself.

Jia Xiaojun stretched out his hand to grab it, but Hua Zhi quickly picked up the bowl and dodged it.

Jia Xiaojun said angrily: "No, this is mine. If you want to eat it, order another vegetarian noodle."

Huazhi ignored him, put the bowl away and continued to eat. While eating, she replied to him: "If you want to eat, you order and pay for it yourself. I gave all of last month's salary to you. It's only been thirteen days this month. I don’t have any money to give you.”

Unexpectedly, Jia Xiaojun's illness suddenly became violent, and Huazhi's fan was given to Yang: "No money?! What have you been doing these days? I'm still waiting to pay the ten thousand yuan! You can just write it together How are you going to deal with me? How can I hold my head high in front of my classmates!"

The bowl of Huazhi powder that had only been eaten for a few bites hit the table next door with a clang and scattered all over the floor.

Hua Zhi got angry, stood up, and tied up Jia Xiaojun's hands in a hasty way where no one could see him. Hua Zhi beat him until his hands hurt, and he picked up the empty soy milk bottle next to him and beat him again and again.

The beating made Jia Xiaojun cry for father and mother. When Hua Zhi was satisfied, she kicked him out of the store and hit his head on a street lamp pole, which made him dizzy and he lay on the ground unable to get up for a while.

Fortunately, there was no one in the store. When Jia Xiaojun smashed the fans, the two people sitting at the door were scared away. When Hua Zhi beat them later, the tables, chairs and benches were not damaged.

As for what Jia Xiaojun, who had passed out outside the pink shop, was pointing and saying, she had nothing to do with that.

"Honey boss, I'm sorry. The child is rude and ignorant. Where are your broom, dustpan and mop? I'll clean it. If the bowl is broken, I'll pay for it."

The proprietress was about the same age as Hua Zhi. When she saw the way Hua Zhi hit someone just now, she was so frightened that she couldn't speak. She just pointed her finger to indicate to her.

Hua Zhi walked over and cleaned it up, and it took her a while to finish it.

"Lady boss, here's another bowl of noodles, the same as before. I'll pay you both the noodles and the bowl."

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll be ready soon."

When Huazhi got new fans, Jia Xiaojun slowly woke up.

Seeing that people were awake, those who gathered around to watch the excitement dispersed. Some chose to go into the store to eat noodles in order to see what was going on.

For a time, the proprietress was overwhelmed with her work. The small shop was full of people except for Huazhi's table.

Jia Xiaojun was stunned for a while, and then he remembered that he had been beaten by his mother just now? Is this still the old lady who has doted on him since she was a child? Could it be some kind of goblin?

He turned to look at the store. Huazhi was facing him, eating noodles with an expressionless expression.

No, no, it must have all been his imagination. His mother was so kind to him, so how could she be willing to beat him so cruelly?

Standing up with difficulty, Jia Xiaojun felt pain everywhere.

Huazhi was very measured when he hit people, and he only hit areas with a lot of meat. When he kicked him out, his forehead hit the street lamp pole, which Huazhi didn't expect.

Now that I see him walking in with his teeth bared, it doesn't seem serious.

"Can you talk properly? Sit down if you can. If you can't, just stay outside. Otherwise, I won't mind beating you again."

Jia Xiaojun looked at Hua Zhi in disbelief: "Mom, did you really hit me just now?"

Hua Zhi looked at him expressionlessly: "What if? In broad daylight, a ghost will beat you?"

Jia Xiaojun no longer feels the pain in his head, butt, and legs. He only feels distressed!

What about his old lady who regards him as his lifeblood? Where is the old woman who held him in her mouth for fear of melting, and held him in the palm of her hand for fear of melting? Where did she go?

"Who are you? Where is my mother?"

I have to say that although Jia Xiaojun is selfish towards his original self, he still observes it very carefully. The woman in front of him now is indeed not the same mother he used to be...

Hua Zhi looked at him: "Dead."

Unexpectedly, Hua Zhi, who told the truth, was called mother by Jia Xiaojun. Jia Xiaojun slowly sat on the chair opposite Hua Zhi and whispered: "Mother, what are you kidding me about?"

Hua Zhi rolled her eyes: "Believe it or not, I told the truth anyway. What's the matter with you? Just go back to class if you have nothing to do."

Jia Xiaojun looked at Huazhi and did not dare to speak again for a while. There was only the sound of Huazhi chewing powder and the sounds of people around him slurping powder.

After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke: "Mom, I, I want to travel."

"No money."

"It doesn't need to be that much, five thousand is enough."

"No money."

"Then, three, three thousand——"

With a snap, Hua Zhi put down her chopsticks: "You've grown up so big and you just don't use your brain, right? I already told you that you have no money. If you keep pushing Lai Lai, believe it or not, I'll beat you up again? From now on, you will be responsible for your own living expenses. If you don’t have money, just ask your damn dad for it, and don’t bother me.”

Jia Xiaojun's eyes widened and he was in disbelief again: "Mom!"