CEO's Indulged Lover

In fact, even violin is also Xie Mudan forced son to learn, before marriage, she heard her fiance Hoda very much like to listen to violin playing.

So, although the couple have turned their eyes on each other, in order to maintain the marriage and maintain Xie's future status, Xie Mudan forced his son to learn the violin well, maybe one day.

So, the little boy often practice the piano for seven or eight hours in the piano room. Her mother sat beside in a black dress very severely.

She is still very young, but she is thirty-six-seven.

But her skin, her mental state, was not like a 36 year old housewife.

She watched Huosheng with vigilance, and if he made a mistake, she would stab him with sharp knife eyes.

Once, because even under heavy rain, Xie peony also asked his son to run in the rain and rain, Huosheng had a cold.

He sneezed constantly, pale and trembling, but was pushed into the piano room by peony Xie. He cried out, "Mom, sheng'er is not comfortable You put sheng'er on, wait for sheng'er to be ill, and you must play piano for her mother... "

Thanks peony looks at his son like a widow: "don't be lazy! Don't pretend to be sick, are you sick? What is it when you are ill! Do you think you are ill, will your father come back to see our mother and son? Your father doesn't know how many women there are outside. If you don't try to do the best, then we will be driven to the street by his mother and son, and we can only go to the north and west wind! "

Huosheng trembled in fear: "Mom, don't say that, Dad Dad, he is still very good to sheng'er! "

"He's good to you? You should have helped the bitch talk! "

Xie Mudan heard that his son was saying her husband's good words. He was angry and hated. A slap slapped his face at the young man!

Although Huosheng is taller than his age's children, he is only a small boy, and he is ill again. He is unstable. He slams on the ground with a crack. His elbow and knee are all bleeding. His shoulder is pierced by sharp corner pattern and pricked a mouth, which is blood.

However, thanks peony still has no slightest pity on his son, cold way: "get up, practice piano!"

"Mom, I really I really hurt I want to have a rest, OK?... "