"Zisong?" Liang Xuewen couldn't believe her eyes. This was her son? What had he become like a handsome man before?
"Are you sick?" She tried to touch his forehead with a concerned hand, but Yan Zisong frowned and ducked away.
"Is something wrong?" His voice was a little hoarse, but his handsome face was flushed abnormally, his hair was messy, but the man looked indifferent.
The spacious and exquisite room was filled with a strong smell of tobacco. Liang Xuewu quickly opened the curtains and opened the windows, ignoring the piles of cigarette butts on the table. She didn't dare to look at them. Each one seemed to be telling her crimes.
"Where's Xiaoman?"
The man walked to the sofa and sat down. With a lazy attitude, he lit up another cigarette. He smiled bitterly for a long time, but did not answer.
"Are you asking me to go back to the company?" Yan Zisong asked suddenly, and then gave the answer, "Don't worry, I will go back to work in two days."
Liang Xuewen's heart sank when she heard that. In her son's heart, it turned out that the marketing director was more important to her than his mother.
What a tragedy this is for a woman and a mother.
"Zisong," Liang Xuewen said hesitantly, but finally asked, "Xiao Man, is she gone?"
Yan Zisong smiled sarcastically, "Mom, if you have anything to say, just say it. Are you really concerned about whether she left or not? Why don't you ask me, did she tell others about you? Isn't that right?
more directly?"
"Zisong..." Looking at her son's decadent face, Liang Xuewen couldn't even muster the strength to be angry.
Yan Zisong, however, couldn't wait for his mother's response and explained on his own.
"Don't worry, Qin Xiaoman is different from you! She is a woman who would rather cry secretly all night by herself than hurt others."
As he said that, the man actually showed a smile, but that smile was full of despair and powerlessness.
"What else do you want to know? Oh, by the way, I will not fight for my father's property under any circumstances. If this is what you want to say, I can only apologize."
"As for yourself, there is no need to worry. Your shares in Ruiyan are enough to cover your expenses for several lifetimes. You should know this better than me."
As he spoke, the unburned cigarette butt was pressed into the ashtray. Yan Zisong raised his eyes and said without warmth, "Is there anything else, my mother?"
Liang Xuewen didn't know how she stepped out of Changyuan. Before getting into the car, she looked up at the setting sun in the distance. The faint orange light shone on this land, showing the alternation of day and night.
, there will never be the slightest delay because of people's nostalgia.
Man's fate has been determined as early as the beginning.
"Lawyer Chen, please prepare a "Divorce Agreement" for me. Yes, send it to my office tomorrow. Thank you!"
When the car started slowly, Liang Xuewen said on the phone.
This year's winter came very early. It had just entered November, and pedestrians on the street were already wearing heavy clothes.
In the cold season, the feeling of loneliness becomes more intense. It was another deserted night, and Yan Zisong walked out of the room, wiping his wet hair and walking down the stairs.