President's Private Pampering: Sweet arrival

"Forgive me, my Lord." Gu Shaoqian said to her generously. Finally, he didn't forget to steal a kiss on her lips.

"Outside..." Su Yimo took a sneaky look around. Fortunately, she didn't know anyone.

Because of Su Yue's relationship, she is very sensitive now. Afraid of being discovered again by the people her mother knows, her relationship with Qian really can't be hidden.

"Cough, I'll try my best to control..." I promised her before. I should pay attention to it outside, but he was the first to violate it. Who let him have no resistance in front of her?

"...." Su Yimo looked at him with his lips, what is trying!

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Zhou Bin came home from the hot pot shop. He was not in any mood to follow those old classmates to the next party, let alone make a fool of himself in the hot pot shop just now.

When he got home and looked at the 30 square meter house, he understood what the gap was.

In this way, no wonder Mo Mo chooses who he is instead of him.

Mother Zhou looked at her dead son and couldn't help asking, "son, what's the matter with you? Did you go to the classmate party? Did something unhappy happen? "

"Mom, why is our family so poor?" If their family is as good as an ordinary family, at least he can openly pursue the people he likes, rather than even have no chance to fight for.

"Son, are you blaming your mother for bothering you?" When mother Zhou heard what her son said, her tears pattered down.

"Mom, don't cry, it's not... I..." Zhou Bin was at a loss when he saw his mother crying. He didn't know what to say.

Zhou Bin's reaction made Zhou mother think that her son was complaining about his illness and that she had dragged down the family.

"Mom is tired. Mom is going to have a rest." Zhou's mother pursed her mouth and didn't want to say anything more.

"Mom, I'll help you to rest..." Zhou Bin came forward and wanted to reach out to help his mother, but his mother avoided him. He looked at his hand in the air and was a little distracted.

"No, mom can still do this by herself." Zhou's mother took a cold look at her son and turned away.

"Mom, I'm sorry." Zhou Bin looked at his mother's back and regretted what he had just said to his mother.

When mother Zhou heard her son's words, her tears overflowed unconsciously.

Son, it's your mother. I'm sorry for you and your father.

It's me that dragged you down.

Zhou Bin was more unhappy when he was at home alone. He simply went out for a walk alone.

Until the evening, he received a call from his father, and there came his father's worried voice, "Binbin, where are you? Something happened to your mother..."

"Dad, mom, what's the matter?" Hearing this, Zhou Bin tightened his hand on the mobile phone and asked anxiously.

"Your mother... She... Cut her wrist... We're on the way to the hospital now. Come here quickly."

"OK, I'll be right there." Zhou Bin heard his father's voice with a cry cavity, and he also cried miserably.

Mom is fine in the afternoon. How can she cut her wrists?

It must be him, it must be because of him.

Damn him!

Why do you have such a problem with your mother?

He knew how much his mother blamed herself for her illness and repeatedly wanted to give up treatment. If he and his father hadn't dissuaded him, his mother would have given up her life long ago.

And what did he do today?