Chapter 1876

Fu ran couldn't find the right language, so he turned around, only to find Mu Shenrong holding the steering wheel tightly, but his eyes were empty and blank.

It seems that he went back that night. He was waiting at home for his mother to come back to cook dinner for him. But he didn't wait for his mother to come back. He only had a phone call from the police station to inform him that his mother had a car accident and could never come back.

At that time, he was self-conscious and rebellious. He didn't take anyone seriously. He was disgusted with the world, especially his cowardly and humble mother. He is even more disdainful.

This woman, raped by others, has no courage to resist. She also gave birth to him, so that he would live in the eyes of others and lose the right to have a normal family.

So he hated her. He hated her. He hated her very much.

Although she tried very hard to give him a normal life, in terms of material, she was eighteen thousand miles away from others.

Until the man found out about him.

However, the woman did not accept the man's money, and she still worked hard to support her mother and son by her humble salary.

Until one day, the man came to the door again. The woman was not at home. It was his child who opened the door.

The man outside the door and the child inside the door are almost carved from a mold. At that time, he was six or seven years old. His hard life made him extraordinarily precocious. He had no doubt about the real identity of the man in front of him.

So do men.

Looking at the child, he was very happy. The man said to the child, "I am your father."

The child nodded, "you look rich."

"Yes, if you are willing to go back with me, I can have the best life, send you abroad to study and buy anything you want."

That's when the woman came back. When she heard what the man said to the child, she immediately picked up the broom on one side and waved it back: "who let you come here? Get out!"

The man was beaten away, and the woman was panting. But when she turned around, she saw the pure eyes of the child, as if she could see everything, but she couldn't even say a good word.

The child asked him, "since he is so rich, why do we live such a life?"

The woman was exhausted: "his money is his, not mine."

"It's not yours, but mine. I'm his son. I have the right to live a good life."

Children's words, like a needle in a woman's heart.

Yes, the child has half of him. He has the same inheritance right to his property, children born in marriage and children born out of wedlock. However, "he has a family, and he has a daughter. If you like, I can send you there."

"I may not go to his family, but I have the right to spend his money."

The child is really too precocious. Such an answer makes the woman very angry. When she picks up the broom, she hits the child and scolds at the same time. She doesn't understand how she taught such a child.

The child didn't resist. She was allowed to beat her, and her buttocks were spanked. However, he insisted: "I just want to spend his money."

Mother was too tired to sit and sob.

After that, the children's life really improved a lot.

The mother is still ten years of hard work, the child is taking the money given by the man, wanton waste.

The man's wife has also made trouble at home several times. The woman is submissive. She can only be beaten passively. If she can't fight back, she can't fight back. At last, the child drives her out and warns her. If she comes again, she will live in her house to see who can spare.

At a young age, he is extremely rebellious and publicity.

For a woman, anger goes out of her way to mourn her misfortune. When I meet something, I only know how to apologize. I have no courage to solve the problem.

To a man, hate is to ask endlessly, because he doesn't know what he wants besides money.

He is the most headache in the eyes of the school teachers, and the principal has no way to deal with him.

Until that day, the woman who was supposed to go home from work to cook never came back.

By the time he got to the hospital, the body was cold.

This woman will never wake up, never go home, never apologize.

She was knocked down by an engineering car. She was involved with people and cars under the wheel. She was crushed at least four or five times, so when he saw it, he was totally unrecognized.

But her hands seemed to have been cut by a sharp knife, but he would never mistake them.

Soon, the traffic police's accident identification report came out. Although the engineering car ran the red light, the woman didn't follow the traffic signal, so the responsibility accounted for half of each.

In any case, the woman couldn't go back home, leaving the child who always looked down on her and hated her to the extreme alone at home."Well, stop it, stop it."

When Fu ran saw that Mu Shenrong said that his shoulders were twitching at the end, his heart began to twist.

Today's traffic accident, I'm afraid it reminds him of the painful experience hidden in his heart when he was young.

Looking at the woman running the red light at random, he thought of his mother. He yelled at her, on the one hand because of anger, on the other hand because of heartache.

He was afraid of a repeat of the tragedy. The child who was waiting for his mother at home, like him, could not wait for his mother to return.

"It's OK, it's OK."

At that moment, Fu ran suddenly embraced him with heartache.

Mu Shenrong also turned around and held her tightly in her arms.

The heart throbs in an instant.

She was a little helpless and stiff there, looking at the reflection of the two figures on the window glass, she was in a trance.

Her bones were clucking in his arms. He used all his strength to slowly control his emotions, and then released her: "thank you."

"It doesn't matter." His breath is full of his taste. For a moment, Fu Ran's mind is rippling. He pinched his palm and said to him, "I should go back. You should be careful."

"Yes."

Just as she got out of the car, he suddenly stopped her again.

"Is there anything else?" She looked back, and her figure was like a lily in the moonlight.

He hesitated for a moment and then said, "did you really throw that mouse that year without looking at it?"

Unexpectedly, when he suddenly mentioned this, Fu Ran's face was also stiff: "yes, it's so scary."

His face flashed a flash of loneliness: "Oh, it's OK, go up."