Su Zhengxiao was very angry and violent, and would lose his temper from time to time. His whole person was on the verge of irritability.
In the past few days, Gu Ruoshan has not dared to approach him, fearing that he would get into trouble if he had a bad temper that day. After coming back from the bar, his temper became stronger and stronger.
Having been friends for so many years, it can even be said that the relationship between the two is more intimate than friends.
Now, for the sake of a woman, he actually threatened to break up with him and break off the previous relationship!
He thought he was joking, telling a joke, so he waited quietly. It has been quite a while now, and Huo Jingcheng has not received a single call.
?Looking at this, the words about breaking up the relationship were spoken sincerely from the bottom of my heart, and were not a joke.
"Hehe, he is really ruthless, and a mere woman can stir up his heart"
The cell phone rang, Su Zhengxiao answered it, and the little boy's immature voice came from it: "Dad, when will you be back?"
At this time, his expression finally became a little softer, not as sinister and cold as usual: "Miss Dad?"
"Yeah!" The boy nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Dad, today is mom's birthday."
Su Zhengxiao had no emotional ups and downs, and even disgust appeared on his brows. He was very gentle when treating the little boy: "Did she ask you to beat him?"
"Dad, the whole family should celebrate your birthday together." The little boy said.
"Dad is very busy and has no time. When it's your birthday, dad will definitely rush back. Be good and obedient." When he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
The woman walked out under the dim yellow light. She walked very slowly, with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and her limp was very large.
"Mom, cake." The boy was obedient and sensible, and took out a fruit cake, with a layer of kiwi and strawberries on top, which was really beautiful.
The woman was slightly surprised: "Where did it come from?"
"I have lucky money, so I asked my teacher to take me to the cake shop to buy it." The boy climbed onto the table, took the candle with his short arms, and put it on seriously.
The woman was very moved, her eyes were covered with light, and she stood there, staring at the cake, fascinated.
Except for her son who remembers and celebrates her birthday, no one cares about her birthday.
"Also, Mom, there is a parent-teacher meeting at school tomorrow." The boy looked forward to, hoped that his assistant uncle always went to his parent-teacher meeting.
The other classmates are all fathers or mothers, but he is the assistant uncle. He especially hopes to go with his mother.
He turned around, stared at the woman, pulled her sleeve, and shook it gently: "Mom, can you hold my hand and go to the parent-teacher meeting together tomorrow, okay?"
She held his white and tender little hand and walked into the school against the dim yellow sunset. The childish laughter and joyful world of children, it was a beautiful place.
But as soon as this thought surfaced, it was pushed away from her mind and abandoned far away.
?Obviously, it is simply impossible and unrealistic to go with him.
She had been to his parent-teacher conference once before, just once, that was enough.
The child is young and childish. When she went to school, the children were all staring at her legs, and some even said that she was just like the old lady on TV, with a crippled leg.
Then, when he came back from school that day, he had wounds on his body and face, and his school uniform was torn.
She asked him what happened to make her look like this!
He refused to speak and remained silent, but his expression was very stubborn.
She rarely loses her temper, but that time she really lost her temper and hit him with a heavy hand.
At that time, he was too young after all, and was beaten so severely that he finally cried and cried out, saying that the classmates called her a cripple, so he fought.
She was stunned for a long time. When she went to school that day, she wore her best clothes and was filled with joy.
Then, Su Zhengxiao came back, looked at the child, looked at her again, and said, don¡¯t go to school again!
Until this moment, she still remembered his cold, disgusted, and disgusted eyes, and even looking at her felt unnecessary.
Since then, she has never been to school or held a parent-teacher conference.
It's not because of Su Zhengxiao's words, but because the school the child goes to is the most famous aristocratic school in Xiangjiang. There are too many right and wrongs in it, and there are many colored eyes. She doesn't want him to be wronged again there, and it's strange. The eyes, the criticism behind.
&??have never seen it. "
Mr. Huo is very satisfied. After all, he has a woman who can treat his grandson. Yes, it is indeed good.
Huo Jingcheng smiled lightly and ignored her sad eyes: "You didn't eat on the plane. Eat more now."
"I can't eat it, I'll be stuffed." The food in front of me has been piled into a mountain, how can I eat it?
"You can eat as much as you can, and leave what you can't eat." He didn't care much.
Shen Ya shook her head: "It's not polite, and I don't have that habit."
Having leftovers on the table is not good, in her opinion, and is very rude.
"Eat it, put whatever you can't eat on my plate" he said.
A very ordinary sentence, but it made Huo's mother and Mr. Huo look at each other. Doesn't he have mysophobia?
So Mr. Huo smiled, picked up the eggplant in his bowl, and called out affectionately: "Grandson, I don't want to eat eggplant."
Huo Jingcheng¡¯s expression remained indifferent, he chuckled and said, ¡°Isn¡¯t there a trash can next to Grandpa?¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com