Su Zhengxiao was very angry and violent, and would lose his temper from time to time, and his whole person was on the verge of irritability.

In the past few days, Gu Ruoshan had 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.

Haha, his heart is indeed ruthless, and a mere woman can stir up his heart...

The cell phone rang, and 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 you 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 doesn't have time. When it's your birthday, dad will definitely rush back. Be good and obedient." When he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Under the dim yellow light, the woman walked out. 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 arm, 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 and hoped that his assistant uncle would always go 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 children's happy world were 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 was young and childlike. 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 his 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 look, which made it unnecessary to even look at her.

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 Hong Kong. There are too many right and wrongs in it, and there are also many colored eyes. She doesn't want him to be wronged again there.

The eyes, the criticism behind.

His hope was still about to fail, and the woman shook her head: "There are many things to be busy with tomorrow, and there is no time to pass."

The boy was very anxious: "Mom, when I grow up, I can protect you!"

The woman smiled, cut the cake, gave it to the boy first, then cut pieces for herself, and said, "Mom, I really don't have time. I'm sorry to disappoint you..."

She also felt very cold in her heart. The feeling of coldness was indescribable. She was lonely, lonely, and sad.

Some people have forgotten that she is always different from normal people. Even if she doesn't feel it, it doesn't mean that others don't think so.

Chen Yihan was determined to sue Lin Nanqiao and would not withdraw the lawsuit at all. The court date was already set.

Not to be outdone, Lin Nanqiao hired a lawyer. She would not let herself be bullied.

Chen Haoyu did not participate in the affairs between them and did not want to pay attention to it at all.

At this time, he felt empty. The emptiness was unspeakable and lonely, as if his soul had been taken away, leaving only an empty shell.

He wasn't even in the mood to pay attention to the company's affairs, let alone those that didn't matter.

He returned to live in the apartment, the previous apartment, his and hers.

There are still traces of life left here. Although they are not deep, they are enough to make him miss him. The only regret is that the wedding photos he took there are no traces.

The apartment had not been cleaned for a long time. He had never been back since she left, and it was now covered with dust.

When Chen Haoyu was throwing away the garbage bag, he saw the torn wedding photos in the trash can. The big photo was torn into pieces.

The very small amount of fine powder was enough to show how angry she was when she tore the photo into pieces. That kind of cruelty was too deep.

Now that he saw the powder, his heart seemed to be torn into pieces. He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, and his body curled up tightly.

The suit jacket he was wearing was thrown casually on the ground. Chen Haoyu squatted down, dug out all the pieces in the trash can, and then sat on the ground without any scruples, piecing together the pieces like a puzzle.

He can't guarantee that he can put all these pieces together, but he can put them together as many times as he wants. This is his happiness.

Dust was flying, Chen Haoyu's suit pants were already stained with dust, and there was a pile of debris in front of him...

However, if I had known this, why bother? But there is no medicine in the world that can predict the future, and no one can guarantee what kind of things will happen in the future.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many regrets and mistakes in the world.

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Huo Jingcheng was going back to Hong Kong, and Shen Ya had no intention of going, but he couldn't worry about her, so she had no choice but to go.

I took the latest flight and arrived in Hong Kong in the afternoon. Huo's mother and the old man were already waiting at the airport.

Such a posture makes Shen Ya feel embarrassed. After all, they are all her elders, but it seems rude to wait for her like this.

Huo's mother directly pulled her over and asked if she was hungry or tired.

Shen Ya answered them all, and Huo's mother told her not to be restrained, to be free and casual.

Mr. Huo was also dressed energetically, with a cane, glasses and a hat. When he saw Shen Ya, he asked, "How do you think Grandpa is dressed like this?"

She couldn't help but want to laugh, but she held it back: "One word is handsome, two words are handsome, four words, very stylish!"

Mr. Huo was happy and toyed with his hat again.

On the contrary, Huo Jingcheng was abandoned. No one paid attention to him from beginning to end, and he was left behind.

However, he felt satisfied with such a loss. It was a very pleasant thing for his loved one to receive the joy and approval of his family.

Back at Huo's house, dinner was ready. Everyone gathered around the table and started using chopsticks.

From beginning to end, there was no shortage of dishes in Shen Ya's bowl. Like a treasure tray, everyone's chopsticks would reach into her bowl in unison.

Unable to bear the fiery enthusiasm, she looked to Huo Jingcheng for help.

His thin lips curved upward and he smiled warmly, "Are you trying to tell me that you want to eat the rice cake but can't reach it?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his long arms, crossed the dining table, and gave her several pieces of rice cakes.

Shen Ya couldn't help but grit her teeth slightly; "You did it on purpose!"

"What? You still want to eat eggs? Well, eggs are pretty good and have high nutritional value..." As he spoke, he picked up two more eggs.

"..."

Huo's mother looked at the two of them from the side and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Jing Cheng to be naughty sometimes. I have never seen him before."

Mr. Huo was very satisfied. After all, he had a woman who could treat his grandson. Yes, it was 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 hill, how can I eat it?

"Eat as much as you can, and leave whatever 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."

Leaving leftovers on the table was not good, in her opinion, and was very rude.

"Eat, put whatever you can't eat on my plate..." he said.

It was a very common sentence, but it made Huo's mother and Mr. Huo look at each other. Doesn't he have mysophobia?
To be continued...