Zhuang's mother felt uncomfortable when she saw her like this: "Fang LAN, if you have any need for me, please call me. Even if you're not with Shihao, I'll still treat you as your own daughter. "

Fang Lan said nothing more.

The mother and father left together.

They went to Zhuang Shihao's house.

It was Aunt Zhang who opened the door and said in a low voice, "master, madam, sir, I was drunk last night, and I haven't woken up yet."

"Why drink so much?" Mother Zhuang frowned.

Aunt Zhang didn't know. It was when she came to make breakfast in the morning that Zhuang Shihao had drunk a lot of wine.

She opened the door and welcomed them in.

Zhuang's mother went straight to the master bedroom to see Zhuang Shihao.

Sure enough, the room was a bit chaotic. There were wine bottles on the ground. Zhuang Shihao and his clothes were lying on the bed, and the bedding was casually put on his body.

"Why don't you change his clothes?" Mother Zhuang said heartily.

Aunt Zhang said in a low voice, "Sir, I don't like people meeting him."

Zhuang's mother thinks that her son, too, has a lot of quirks. Aunt Zhang is just a cook nurse, and she has no obligation to tolerate these quirks.

The mother of Zhuang ordered his father to clean up the master bedroom and was about to change clothes for Zhuang Shihao. He opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "no need."

"What do you look like?" "Mother Zhuang is really distressed," she said. Now you can do what you want. Fang Lan's side, I also had a communication with her. I can see that she has no feelings for you. She won't pester you to do anything in the future. You are free. "

Zhuang Shihao had a hangover and headache. When he saw his parents, his mind was in a state of chaos.

Until listening to his mother said that Fang LAN had no feelings for himself, his wine gradually dissipated.

He sat up, rubbed his eyebrows and digested the words his mother had said.

However, it is still like a lump in the throat and difficult to digest.

"You are free, son." Mother Zhuang said softly, gently trying to get the message to her son.

Free? Zhuang Shihao laughed at himself, is this what he wants?

Mrs. Zhuang handed over a note and said, "this is Zhang Wanyi's phone number. Your father and I spent some time getting it. We were wrong in the past and forced to break up you. "

Zhuang Shihao didn't reach for it. Now, his parents don't know what he wants.

But can he blame his parents now? There is only one person he can blame.

He can't even refuse his mother's present kindness and let him say that he was once so wrong that he insisted on a completely wrong idea?

Mother Zhuang continued: "don't blame Fang LAN at that time. When she was pregnant with Youyou, it was not her means, it was me."

When Zhuang Shihao heard this, he raised his head and said, "what are you talking about?"

"In those days, I saw that Fang LAN liked you and took out her heart and lung for you. She had a clean family and was cheerful and lively, so I I just put something in your wine to let you and Fang lan... "

"What do you say?" Zhuang Shihao understood every word clearly, but it seemed that he could not understand it at all.

"Fang LAN probably knows that I made it. Instead, she confessed to you that it was her own medicine. At that time, she knew that the relationship between our mother and son was tense, and she would rather bear these on her own than continue to increase the estrangement between our mother and son. " "Now, you are divorced. Don't blame her any more..."

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