She believed that, apart from a few minor problems, such as soft ears and poor speech, her son was definitely a very kind and upright man in terms of character.
"Zheng Heng, if you are still my son, you must wake up immediately!" Zheng's mother gripped the handbag so tightly that her fingers were pinched into the leather of the bag. There were scratches left on the sheepskin.
Several nail marks.
After finishing his sentence, he saw that Zheng Heng's face was still ashen, and he couldn't help but feel angry.
To do this for a daughter who looks down on you! You really have a lot of potential!
Zheng's mother, whose face was full of anger, raised her hand, wanting to slap her son in the face to wake up her possessed son. She stretched out her hand, but took it back with restraint.
Her voice was a little loud just now, and now the guests at the nearest tables all looked at her vaguely, with some displeasure in their eyes.
The coffee shop is a place for leisure and relaxation, and even what you say is very careful. If Zheng's mother really slaps Zheng Heng in the face, she will lose a lot of face.
Holding back her anger, Zheng's mother stared expressionlessly at her son, whom she had always been proud of, and warned in a low voice: "Zheng Heng, I'll count to one, two, three, and you wake up immediately. Mom's patience is limited.
Don’t force me to do something that will have a bad impact!”
About two minutes later, just when Zheng's mother was about to lose her patience, Zheng Heng's head, which was lying on the round wicker chair, moved, and then he slowly raised it upright, looking at Zheng's mother with a dull look.
"Mom, I was wrong. I admit that I was wrong. Why... didn't she give me a chance? Did she hate me too much, so she didn't forgive me?"
He asked softly, with regret, sadness, and various emotions that he couldn't express intertwined together. For a while, Zheng Heng had tears in his eyes.
Her stupid son still hasn't seen clearly Gu Chen's arrogance and hatred. How could there be hatred?
She thought it was a waste of time even to look at him.
There is no hatred and no memories.
To her, he was just a passer-by, a passer-by who was not worth remembering, did not need to remember, let alone thought of.
But she couldn't say it out loud. Maybe thinking this way would make him feel better.
"Mom, if there is a way to go back, I will definitely not make the same mistakes again and again." Zheng Heng lowered his head, and the memories in his mind were frames stained with brown. From high school to college, a person with only
The scene he would only recall.
Frame after frame passed through my mind, those beautiful things, those past,... from bright colors to gradually faded into brown.
Zheng's mother couldn't get close to her son and become like this for a woman, but she had to be careful. Now Zheng Heng looked as if he could be broken into pieces as fragile as just a light touch.
Mother Zheng, who could not say it and had to say it, changed the subject without leaving any trace, "If you are wrong, you are wrong. There is no use regretting it. Just like Miss Shen Xiyue who was driven out by the Shen family, she must have known it before she died.
She was wrong. But so what? She will be wrong until she dies."
"You vaguely told me what was going on on the phone? Although my mother objected to you being with her, she didn't force you to separate."
"I also feel that although this little girl's character is a bit frivolous, she is not too bad. How come, after not seeing each other for a year or two, she turned out to be a kidnapping suspect in the police's mouth?"
