"I think the air abroad is better. You are older, and the smog and pollution here are so heavy. It is better to go to a place with a higher quality of life. I think Australia or New Zealand are both very good. If you agree, I will immediately
I will handle the relevant procedures for you..."
Huang's mother immediately shouted: "Son, this is absolutely impossible. Your father and I have lived here all our lives, and all our relatives and friends are here. Besides, although there are many wonderful things abroad, your father and I know nothing about foreign languages.
I don’t have any relatives or friends when I go out, and I’ve never heard of New Zealand or anything like that. If your dad and I go there, won’t it be a big deal? Why are we going there?”
"Mom, listen to me..."
"Come on, son, stop talking. Everyone talks about smog pollution and so on. It's not that I don't know about it. The problem is that I've long been used to it. Besides, your dad and I are both in our early sixties. How can we still
How long can I live? No matter how good the air is, it doesn’t matter if people are unhappy, right?? I would rather stay here happily and live as long as I can, rather than go to a foreign country to pursue a lonely longevity..."
"If your children are not around, what will happen if you live to be a hundred years old?"
Huang Xiaojue couldn't talk any more.
Huang's mother suddenly said carefully: "Son, tell me the truth, are you always dissatisfied with Zhou Ting?"
Huang Xiaojue sat up and looked very solemn: "Mom, I will break up with Zhou Ting sooner or later!"
Huang Ma was shocked, and Nie Nie said: "Son, you still can't forget Yan Xixi?"
Huang Xiaojue sighed secretly: "This is none of her business."
"But, son...Zhou Ting, what's wrong with her?"
"Mom, don't you think Zhou Ting is scary?"
Huang's mother is not an idiot. Ever since Zhou Ting started searching around for the clutter that Yan Xixi left with her son and completely cleaning it up, she was actually faintly afraid in her heart. She always felt that Zhou Ting was too scary and did not look like her son's girlfriend——
She didn't know how to describe this relationship. Instead, she felt like a secret agent with deliberate intentions. Once she catches a little bit of your pigtails, you're dead.
She cautiously said: "Zhou Ting, maybe she cares about you too much... Think about it, she has such a good background and has grown up like a little princess. Who doesn't fawn over her and please her? Therefore, she can't help but feel sorry for her.
It’s normal…”
Huang Xiaojue's voice was surprisingly tired: "She can burn my scarf today, but tomorrow?? Will she burn me if I don't agree with her a little bit? Even you, if you are a little bit different one day
If you disobey, what will she do to you??"
Huang Ma was shocked and panicked: "Son... this... how can this be good?"
Huang Xiaojue pressed her temple softly, and just forced a smile: "Mom, I'm just chatting with you for a few words, so don't worry too much. Okay, I'm tired too, I'm going to rest first."
Huang's mother watched her son go, slumped on the sofa, and lost interest in the gifts all over the room.
I kept my phone on until dawn and no miracle happened.
Wang Donglin seemed to have disappeared suddenly - but she knew that he had always been there. This time, there was absolutely no disappearance, and there were no more shooting incidents.
In fact, she and Empress Dowager Liu have always maintained contact without interruption.
