The wealthy and the cold are chasing love: the cute little wife

Chapter 21 I Don't Cry, I Will Be Good (5)

After drinking three bowls at the same time, the body slowly warmed up and became conscious.

Swinging everyone away, Mrs. Han stared fixedly at her son with complicated eyes, indistinguishable from joy and sorrow.

"Azhe, remember one thing, you are the future heir of the Han family, you have too much to learn, and you don't have enough time, so don't do useless things."

"Don't go out with that oil bottle in the future, and don't get close to her..."

Speaking of this, she burst into anger, "Why can't you listen to what I said?"

The son was indifferent to everyone, including her biological mother, who couldn't be more kind to that little girl.

She was so angry that she ignored her words and said them countless times, why couldn't he listen?
That girl was indeed a vixen, and she deliberately came to drive a wedge between their mother and child.

Han Shaozhe said dryly, "She is too lonely by herself, very pitiful."

He's not a fool, his mother punished him severely this time, not because of his fight, but for getting too close to Danqing.

Mrs. Han was so angry that she slammed her cup on the table, and the coffee splashed all over the table, "It's her mother's fault, she deserves it, she doesn't deserve sympathy at all, remember, she is not your sister, but your enemy."

Her tone was gloomy and ruthless, colder than the blizzard outside.

Han Shaozhe frowned, "Mom."

The grievances of the previous generation should not be involved in the next generation. Danqing is innocent. She doesn't understand anything, and she has no way to choose her own background, let alone control her own life.

Only he knew how scared the little girl was, how afraid of being alone.

When I go to bed at night, I always curl up into a ball, the most insecure sleeping position.

Every time there is a disturbance, I will tremble with fear and feel restless.

Afraid that he hated her, he didn't even dare to cry loudly.

Without the love of parents and elders, there is only one him in her world.

How does this make him let her go?

Mrs. Han was furious, her face livid, "You won't listen to me? Then don't call me mom."

"Mom." Han Shaozhe had a splitting headache, what on earth was his father, who was so high above and could never get close to, thinking of?

Leaving people at home without even saying hello, flying around the world like nothing happened, what is this?
Mrs. Han was furious, and a trace of hostility appeared on her face.

"Promise me, keep a distance from that girl, if you can't do it, I'll send that girl away, far away, and you'll never see her in this life,"

As if struck by lightning, his body was shaken, his face turned completely white, he bit his lip and squeezed out a few words between his teeth, "Mom, I'm all at your command."

The clothes on my body were still wet, and when the warm wind blew, I felt extremely uncomfortable, but my heart was even colder and more uncomfortable.

Mrs. Han stared at him tightly, her eyes were like sharp knives, terrifyingly sharp.

"Remember what you said, don't be obedient to me, don't think you can hide it from my eyes."

Han Shaozhe's back felt cold, and a trace of bitterness spread in his heart, "Yes."

In her heart, what is his son?
A pawn?A puppet at her mercy?Or is she a target for venting her emotions?

Mrs. Han was still not at ease, her thoughts changed, "I will let people stare at you, be sensible, don't waste your time on people who are not worth it all day, she is not worthy."

The last three words are particularly gloomy, crawling on my body like a hibernating snake, making my whole body uncomfortable.

"Yes." Han Shaozhe nodded dumbly, expressionless.

(End of this chapter)