Huang Ma chased after her and yelled: "Xiaojue, if you leave today, I won't have a son like you in the future."
Huang Xiaojue looked back at his mother without saying a word.
Huang Ma did not give in at all: "Son, I have always followed you in everything from childhood to adulthood, but not this one thing. You want to marry Yan Xixi, unless I die."
Seeing that his son looked extremely tired, Huang's father said sternly: "Old woman, what nonsense are you talking about? He has his own sense of responsibility when it comes to his son."
Huang Xiaojue stood there, looking at his father and mother, and suddenly felt that they were all strangers: before this, he always thought that his parents loved him above all else, even if they were stubborn, it was for the good of their children. However, now, he suddenly felt an unprecedented feeling in his heart.
Although he felt disgusted, he said nothing and just strode out.
The door slammed shut. What else did Huang's mother want to say? Huang's father finally became furious: "Old woman, can you stop for a moment? My son is already under a lot of pressure from work, do you have to force him to death like this? It's not right to force him to death.
What’s in it for you?”
Huang Ma was also furious: "Why did I force him? I was doing it for his own good."
"Don't you know if it's good or not? Are you a god? Why do you think you are qualified to control all the destinies of others?? I have tolerated you for a long time, but you are getting worse."
Huang Ma snorted coldly, turned around and entered the bedroom, slamming the door.
It was late at night, and the car was parked on the edge of the river embankment. Huang Xiaojue rolled down the window, a gust of wind blew by, and the last chill of spring hit his face.
He got out of the car and looked at the rows of waves reflected in the river under the dim light. He took his cell phone and wanted to dial the familiar number, but he stopped after inputting the number.
After a while, he put the phone back - it was already past three in the morning. He thought that Xixi should have gone to bed long ago.
This is the second time he has faced such a situation: it was the same back then, and he almost missed it in his life just because he was not determined for a while.
He took out his wallet, opened it and saw a small photo: it was the mugshot taken when the two first met. In the simple photo, the girl's crystal clear face almost glowed. Especially her bright face.
There was a faint smile in his eyes, as if he could speak even though he was separated by a layer of wallet. The light was flowing and charming.
There is also the exquisite fine cashmere scarf around his neck. In fact, there is no need for a scarf at this season, but it is just right on such a cold spring night. It was carefully woven by hand, very light and soft, made of cashmere
Compared with the roughness of wool, its comfort level is incomparable.
Just then, the message rang.
It was actually a voice. Her voice was soft and surprisingly gentle: "Xiaojue, did your mother scold you again? I knew you would be wronged because of me every time... Xiaojue, thank you for your hard work..."
He chuckled and suddenly felt that nothing mattered.
"Xixi, I love you."
Perhaps she didn't expect him to be awake so late at night, so she was stunned for a moment: "Xiaojue, why don't you rest after such a late night?"
He simply dialed her phone and laughed when he heard her "hello", his voice was surprisingly gentle: "Xixi, I love you."
She also laughed and said, "Idiot."
"Take care, how about we go on a trip and get married?"
