Zhuang's mother felt bad when she saw her like this: "Fang LAN, if you need me anywhere, call me. Even if you are not with Shihao, I still regard you as my own daughter. "
Fang LAN didn't say anything.
Zhuang's mother only left with Zhuang's father.
They went to Zhuang Shihao's house.
Aunt Zhang opened the door and whispered, "Sir, madam, sir, I was drunk last night and I haven't woke up yet."
"Why drink so much?" Mother Zhuang frowned at once.
Aunt Zhang didn't know. She came to make breakfast in the morning and found that Zhuang Shihao drank a lot of wine.
She opened the door to welcome them in.
Zhuang's mother went straight to the master bedroom to see Zhuang Shihao.
Sure enough, there was some chaos in the room. There were wine bottles on the ground. Zhuang Shihao and his clothes were lying on the bed, and the bedding was put on him at will.
"Why don't you change his clothes?" Zhuang mother said painfully.
Aunt Zhang whispered, "Sir, I don't like others to meet him."
Mother Zhuang thought that her son was also full of quirks. Aunt Zhang was just a cook's nanny and had no obligation to tolerate his quirks.
Zhuang's mother instructed Zhuang's father to clean up the master bedroom. He was about to change Zhuang Shihao's clothes. He opened his eyes and whispered, "No."
"Look at you. What do you look like?" Mrs. Zhuang is really distressed, "mom said. Now do what you want to do. Fang LAN, I also got through with her. I think she has no feelings for you. In the future, she won't pester you to do anything. You're free. "
Zhuang Shihao had a hangover and headache. When he saw his parents, his mind was full of chaos.
It was not until his mother said that Fang LAN had no feelings for himself that his drunkenness gradually dissipated.
He sat up, rubbed his eyebrows and digested this sentence repeatedly.
But it is always stuck in the throat and difficult to digest.
"You're free, son." Zhuang's mother whispered and gently wanted her son to get this message.
Freedom? Zhuang Shihao smiled at himself. Is that what he wants?
Mrs. Zhuang handed over a note and said, "this is Zhang Wanyi's phone number. Your father and I took some time to get it. In the past, we were wrong and forced to break you up. "
Zhuang Shihao didn't reach for it. Now his parents don't know what he wants.
But can he blame his parents now? He's the only one he can blame.
He couldn't even refuse his mother's kindness and let him say that he was wrong and insisted on a completely wrong idea?
Zhuang's mother continued, "don't blame Fang LAN again. At the beginning, she was pregnant with youYou. It wasn't her means, it was me."
Hearing this, Zhuang Shihao raised his head and said, "what are you talking about?"
"In those years, I saw Fang LAN like you and took care of you. She was innocent and cheerful, so I... I put something in your wine for you and Fang lan..."
"What are you talking about?" Zhuang Shihao understood every word clearly, but he didn't seem to understand it at all.
"Fang LAN probably knows that I did it. Instead, she confessed to you that it was her own medicine. At that time, she knew that the relationship between our mother and son was tense. She would rather carry these on her own than continue to increase the estrangement between our mother and son. " Mother Zhuang apologized, "now that you're divorced, don't blame her..."