"Don't say that, your dad always loves you..."

"Yes, he loves me," Luo Xiao Leng said sarcastically, "Thank you so much for loving me with such a conscience."

Song Fang sighed, and she walked over and grabbed her son's hand, "Are you looking at mom when you come back this time? It's too quiet here at night, mom can't even sleep..."

"Don't touch me."

Luo Xiao left his head and walked towards the room with his legs raised. Song Fang hurriedly followed, "Do you want to stay for the night?"

Luo Xiao didn't say anything, and walked into the room. He pushed open the door. His door had never changed, and he was still the same.

Song Fang followed him, fearing that he would be unhappy with just one word, so she didn't dare to speak again.

Luo Xiao walked to the desk, with photos of him and Tong Ran on it. He reached out and picked them up and put them in the bag, and then walked over to open the drawer.

It contains the promise they once wrote to be together for the rest of their lives. Not only did they sign, but they also printed handprints.

With a soft look, he picked up all these things, then walked to the closet and put the white shirt Tong Ran made him with his own hands into the bag.

Just half a bag was enough to contain his only nostalgia for this home.

He didn't take a look, turned around and went downstairs. Song Fang hurriedly followed, Luo Xiao stopped and suddenly turned around, "You go upstairs and lie down first, I'll pour you a glass of water."

Song Fang was stunned and nodded excitedly, "Oh, okay, okay..."

Luo Xiao walked to the kitchen, took out two sleeping pills from his pocket, put them in the water cup, shook them, and then completely dissolved and took them upstairs.

Song Fang leaned against the head of the bed, and Luo Xiao handed her the cup of water, "You can't sleep, I put sleeping pills inside and drank early to go to bed."

"You won't stay with your mother..."

Luo Xiao sat down on the edge of the bed with a rare opportunity, "Come back next time."

"Okay, mom is waiting for you."

Song Fang raised her head and drank it, then lay down, Luo Xiao stood up, looked at her face, "I'm leaving."

"Driving with safety..."

Luo Xiao turned around and left.

"Wait!" Song Fang suddenly called him, she bit her lower lip. The days after Luo Tingsong left, she figured out a lot of things, and she supported her body, "Xiao'er, it's all the fault of her parents. Don't blame your father, he has left..."

Luo Xiao's sarcasm deepened. He turned around and walked downstairs. What could a typo change?

Song Fang looked at his back and sighed, and lay back.

After Luo Xiao went downstairs, his two subordinates had arrived, carrying four large white bottles in his hand, "Young Master."

“Did you come in through the back door?”

"Yes, the cameras have been processed and will not be photographed."

"Okay," Luo Xiao looked back and looked at the last time, with a decisive look, "Take it."

"yes."

Luo Xiao walked out by their shoulders. He stood quietly at the door without even moving. He was holding a bag in his hand as if weighing a thousand pounds, so he could hardly breathe.

More than ten minutes later, two subordinates walked out with empty bottles, "Young master, the gasoline has been spilled."

Luo Xiao stretched out his hand, and one of them handed over a lighter. He narrowed his eyes, wiped the fire and threw it directly into the house!

The lighter hit the ground and made a bang.
Chapter completed!