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A child is willing to call you mom. This should be the most noble recognition, right?
Lin Yiran was so surprised that his hand holding the chopsticks froze in mid-air. He looked at Song Xiaozhe for a long time and finally gave up.
"Why do you think so?"
She asked hesitantly, but what she meant was that she would not agree. The light in Song Xiaozhe's eyes disappeared in an instant, and he pursed his lips and looked at her silently.
¡°Knowing that he was sensitive, but seeing this scene, Lin Yiran suddenly felt guilty, feeling that he had let down his child¡¯s sincerity.
"Xiao Zhe, although your mother is not good to you, you can still go to your father and he will be responsible for you." Lin Yiran sighed and said sincerely, "Auntie for some reasons, I really don't want to It has something to do with your father. But if you like auntie, auntie will often take time to accompany you, okay? "
Lin Yiran thought he had used the utmost patience and gentleness to say these words, but after hearing this, Song Xiaozhe's mouth dropped and he burst into tears.
"Xiao Zhe!" Lin Yiran was startled and hurriedly used paper to wipe his tears, "Don't cry, don't cry! It's all Auntie's fault. You should be angry with Auntie."
"No don't blame Auntie." Song Xiaozhe burst into tears and grabbed her sleeve pitifully, "If I were better, Auntie would like me, but it's all useless to me."
After listening to his words, Lin Yiran's heart felt as if he had been pricked by a needle.
"Xiaozhe" Her lips moved, but Song Xiaozhe let go of her and apologized while crying, "I'm sorry, auntie, for embarrassing you. I shouldn't have made random requests, I'm sorry."
Why should he apologize for such a thing?
Lin Yiran really couldn't bear it, and finally gritted his teeth, "Okay, you can scream."
Song Xiaozhe stopped crying, and Lin still looked away, "But, we can only scream when we are two people, and don't let your father hear you."
"Yeah!" Song Xiaozhe raised a tearful smile, buried his head in Lin Yiran's neck, and shouted in a muffled voice, "Mom."
Soft and well-behaved, like a wronged little cub, Lin Yiran's heart suddenly softened, and he patted him on the back, "Be good."
Why not just raise more children? Lin was still trying to convince himself in his mind.
From now on, if Song Xinrou is sent abroad, she will compensate the child.
After a night of fun at the amusement park, Lin Yiran sent Song Xiaozhe to the Song family villa after ten o'clock in the evening.
The lights in the villa were all turned off, and Lin Yiran couldn't help but want to get angry. He said that the child would come back later, didn't Song Xinrou know to leave the lights on?
But Song Xiaozhe didn't think there was anything wrong with this at all. He stood in front of the door and knocked quietly. The servants all came out yawning after a long while.
In front of the servant, he didn¡¯t say much, he just waved silently in the direction of the taxi as a farewell.
Lin was still sitting in the car sulking.
Song Xiaozhe came back so late. When he was changing his shoes, he heard the servant complain in a low voice, "What a shabby school it's so late"
He paused to change his shoes.
"Auntie, where is my mother?" he asked softly. In the darkness, the servant seemed to roll his eyes, "Madam has gone back to the room a long time ago, and she must have fallen asleep by now."
Because Song Xinrou didn't like him, the servants treated him very perfunctorily.
"Auntie, you don't have to follow me, my phone has a flashlight." He shook the phone, and the servant happily went back to the room to rest, yawned and left.
Walking in the huge villa with a flashlight on, Song Xiaozhe walked very lightly, waking Song Xinrou up and about to get beaten again.
After going up to the second floor, he stood in front of Song Xinrou's door for a while.
Knowing that my son is coming back so late, I am not worried at all. Is his safety so unimportant?
In the darkness, Song Xiaozhe's eyes darkened little by little, revealing an indifference that was inappropriate for his age.
If he had not been treated tenderly, he could have endured this kind of indifference, but now, he no longer wants to live this kind of life.
The flashlight of the phone was still on. Turning it over, there was only one person¡¯s number in the address book.
The note is "Fairy Mother".
He tilted his head, his eyes were lonely, if only the beautiful aunt was really his mother.
No one in the villa expressed any objection to Song Xiaozhe's late return.
When eating in the morning, Song Xiaozhe deliberately stared at several servants passing by and found that they didn't even notice that he was changing his clothes.Hair style.
Maybe all their thoughts are on another thing.
"Madam, haven't you gotten up yet?"
A servant looked worriedly in the direction of the second floor, lowered his voice and said to his companion, "After the quarrel with Mr. Bo yesterday, Madam came back and cried for a long time. She must be in a bad mood now, right?"
"Isn't that right? Mr. Bo wants to force her to go abroad. She is not familiar with the place. How can she live without her husband and son?"
"Son Well, my wife finally gave birth to a son, but it's a pity that I can't do anything to help her"
As he spoke, the servants' eyes unconsciously fell on him, and Song Xiaozhe could hear his hand tightening on the spoon.
"Young Master, have you finished eating?" The servant came over with his schoolbag, "You should be late for school."
Only at this time would they call him Young Master. Song Xiaozhe swallowed his last mouthful of porridge, put on his schoolbag, and went out with the driver.
Before going out, he glanced back. Several servants murmured to each other and hurried upstairs, as if they wanted to call Song Xinrou again.
In this family, she is the person with the highest status, so naturally she can do whatever she wants.
Song Xiaozhe withdrew his gaze, not wanting to care too much and left directly.
After Song Xiaozhe left, the servant knocked on the door again, "Madam, it's time to get up and have breakfast."
There was no movement inside the door, and Song Xinrou didn't even hear Song Xinrou scolding them to get lost.
After giving birth to a child, Song Xinrou was particularly concerned about her figure. She would have breakfast every day. One day, the servant would get angry if she was late. Thinking of how Song Xinrou got angry last time, the servant shivered and knocked on the door three times. .
¡°Madam, it¡¯s time to have breakfast!¡±
There was still no response inside.
The servants looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and opened the door directly at the risk of being scolded.
As soon as you enter the door, there is a strong smell of blood.
The servant was shocked, walked to the bed, and screamed on the spot.
"Ah¡ª¡ª" Her legs softened and she almost crawled outside, "Call 120! Madam cut her wrists and committed suicide!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the whole villa exploded in an instant!
"What! What's wrong, madam!"
"Madam has cut her wrists! Please help madam!"
The servants in the villa were so busy that no one dared to take another look at Song Xinrou on the bed.
She was lying quietly on the bed, with a pale hand hanging beside her. There was a long wound on her wrist, and the blood stained the bed sheets. Maybe it had been too long, and even the wound had scabbed. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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