Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

Perhaps it was the phone call before going to bed. Song wanwei slept well. It can be said that she had a sweet dream.

When he woke up the next morning, President Lin had left as usual. Lin Zhen was sleeping in and aunt Zhao was preparing breakfast.

After song wanwei chatted with aunt Zhao in the kitchen, Lin Zhen came down from upstairs.

"Good morning, aunt Zhao, sister Wan Wei." he came to the kitchen: "what do you eat this morning? Do you have egg tarts?"

"Not now. I can make it for you at noon," said Song wanwei.

Aunt Zhao said with a smile: "after Miss Song came, the young master was not only willing to go out, but also had a lot of regular work and rest."

Song wanwei guessed that Lin Zhen was trying to be fresh. After all, someone was willing to take him out to play and sincerely cooked him delicious nutritious meals, so she was obedient.

"I'm not taking the time to enjoy sister Wei's nutritious meal." Lin Zhen said, "I'm leaving next week. I won't be able to eat at that time."

Aunt Zhao paused and looked at Lin Zhen: "young master, are you going again?"

"Yes, when did I say I wouldn't go?" Lin Zhen took it for granted.

"But, but..." aunt Zhao was obviously a little flustered: "didn't you promise President Lin not to run around the world? After all these years, you should have been to the place you should go once?"

"I didn't promise." Lin Zhen looked away. "Besides, the world is so big. How can I finish reading it in just a few years? I have to go on."

"You..." aunt Zhao thought, "I have to call president Lin."

"... it's up to you." Lin Zhen seemed to be stimulated by this sentence, and turned away unhappily.

Song wanwei frowned at Lin Zhen's back, then said to Aunt Zhao, "I'll see him." then she followed her out.

"Xiao Lin." song wanwei followed Lin Zhen to the balcony.

Lin Zhen put his elbow on the railing and looked at the distance, with a faint impatience in the middle of his eyebrows.

Song wanwei calmed him down for a while before she said, "is there something you haven't communicated well with President Lin?"

"She never communicates with me," said Lin Zhen "I've been able to look outside for a few years in exchange for my life. Since I once had something wrong abroad, she seemed to be stimulated. She wanted to call you and let me come back. I promised her when I thought about it and then went out. But I didn't think she seriously thought I couldn't leave her sight."

Song wanwei thought for a moment and asked, "can I ask what it is?"

Lin Zhen sighed and began to talk slowly.

"About half a year ago, when I was playing in Europe, I suddenly got sick and fainted for two days and one night. When I woke up in the hospital, my friend said that she had called the police."

In a simple word, but song wanwei can imagine how anxious Lin was at that time, and more and more understand why Lin Zhen is so nervous now.

"That sounds really dangerous."

"But life is full of danger." Lin Zhen said, "even an ordinary person who accidentally falls on the road may die. I have a higher risk of dying than an ordinary person, but is this the reason for her to imprison me?"

"This is not imprisonment," said Song wanwei. "She just cares too much. As a mother, I can understand President Lin's mood."

"Who will understand my mood?" Lin Zhen looked at Song wanwei. This was the first time song wanwei saw the sad mood from his eyes, so real and strong.

"My life is really bitter and short. Why can't I have fun in time? I'd rather die on the journey tomorrow than lie half dead in the hospital bed and live for the rest of my life. Is that still a person? It's a walking corpse." Lin Zhen said in a hate tone.

Song wanwei thought, this may be an unsolved problem.

Mother and son are connected by blood. They both care about each other and may be considerate of each other, but they are equally stubborn. One is overprotective and the other is extreme. It is difficult for such two people not to hurt each other.

"Sister Wan Wei, you just came to our house, so you don't know a lot of things, and I can't explain them." Lin Zhen looked a little helpless: "in other people's eyes, I am the second generation of rich people, I don't worry about food and clothing, and I run all over the world. But what am I going through? Do they know? Can they feel it?"

Song wanwei patted him on the shoulder: "I know your difficulties. Anyway, President Lin must know if you want to go. Why don't you have a good talk tonight and I'll be there. How about I talk to her then?"

After listening to song wanwei's words, Lin Zhen's mood is a little calmer.

He looked at Song wanwei and his eyes were filled with emotions.

In the evening, President Lin came back earlier than usual, and there was no expression on his face.

"Really?" she asked as soon as she entered the room.

"I'm here." Lin Zhen was coming downstairs. When he heard President Lin's voice, he replied.

President Lin looked up at him with complicated eyes.

"Let's talk in the study."

"No, just talk here." Lin Zhen walked down slowly and sat on the sofa.

"Good." Mr. Lin nodded and sat on the sofa: "it's just that Wei is here tonight. Let her be a witness."

Song wanwei became nervous for no reason.

"In the morning, I heard from Aunt Zhao that you still have to go?" President Lin came straight to the point.

"I never said I wouldn't go from the beginning." Lin Zhen frowned: "do you really want to lock me up here all your life?"

"What do you mean to close you?" President Lin was excited: "this is your home. If you don't return home, you have to live everywhere. Shouldn't I take care of you as a mother?"

"Don't I go home?" Lin Zhen asked, "in the past, no matter where I went, I would come back to rest for a period of time and bring you something. Why do you say it like I'm never coming back?"

"But you always go for a few months. How can I not worry about you? Have you forgotten what happened six months ago?!" speaking of what happened six months ago, President Lin was more excited: "are you willing to die outside? Have you never thought about what I should do?"

Song wanwei looked at the nearly collapsed President Lin and said a lot of words stuck in her throat. She couldn't say a word.

Such an easy-going and powerful woman is now like this.

The dragon still has inverse scales. The weakness of President Lin is Lin Zhen.

Take another look. Song wanwei asks herself that she can't do better than Lin.

"So, are you really going to lock me up at home?" Lin Zhen said coldly.