One time, I just came home and saw him tearing something apart.
While tearing, he grinned ferociously through gritted teeth.
I looked at him in surprise. He looked almost naughty and crazy.
When Xiaoye felt my gaze, she slowly turned her head. The moment she saw me, her eyes suddenly dimmed. She hurriedly hid the torn pieces behind her and lowered her head, looking aggrieved and lonely.
I don't know if his expression at this moment is fake or real. I can't bear to look at his empty eyes, let alone look at them.
I walked up behind him and picked up the pieces he had torn from his hands.
Only then did I realize that it was Mu Shiqin’s photo that Xiaoye tore up!
It is full of traces scratched by ballpoint pens. Each stroke was harder than the last.
I didn't know that Xiaoye hated Mu Shiqin so much.
So the obedience and obedience he showed in front of him were all fake?
I started to feel scared and terrible.
It's obvious that such a young child has such a scheming mind.
Perhaps, he is accumulating strength, accumulating enough strength to kill him.
Or, he is getting close to him and asking him to lower his defense against him.
I knelt down and looked at Xiaoye's indifferent to cold expression.
He grew up and became more and more beautiful.
I once said that he is a beautiful child. He is beautiful not only on the outside, but also on the inside.
At this moment, I dare not say this, because I can't get into his heart. Maybe, at a certain moment, his heart was reformed like never before. And that change is definitely not a good thing.
The only thing I can be sure of is that this child, my Xiaoye, is changing for me.
No matter what actions he made, it was all for me, an unfit mother.
I didn't blame him because I didn't deserve it. I couldn't give him anything except gloomy memories in his life.
I held his thin body tightly in my arms.
My poor Xiaoye, are you lonely? Your heart is full of black hatred, how can there be room for the word happiness?
My poor Xiaoye, are you very lonely? Because your eyes are always filled with lonely gray. No matter how you pretend, you still can't learn to be happy.
My poor Xiaoye, what makes you hate Mu Shiqin so much.
What makes you so extreme?
Tell me, what else can I give you, how can I get your innocence back...
I didn't tell Mu Shiqin what happened that day. He has been too busy recently. I don't want to cause him any more trouble.
He was extremely busy because of Ye Ruoyi's hit-and-run accident.
For this matter, he did not hesitate to use the power of the black market to find a conviction. He also spent a large sum of money to bribe the victim boy's family.
I originally thought that the matter would not be settled that simply, but I thought I was wrong.
It was me who underestimated the power of money.
The boy is dead. This is what the boy's family said.
They also said that as long as they gave him some money, they would not pursue the case any further, and even reported to the public security bureau that the boy was mentally ill and had run a red light on his own, thus causing this tragedy.
When I listened to Mu Shiqin's words, I just felt that the world was in trouble.
As long as you have money, what can't be exchanged? What's more, human life?
Things were calmed down by the power of money.
In the next few days, Xiaoye still showed a resigned attitude. I kept a close eye on him, fearing that he would do something drastic.