Sweet Wife, be Good!

Seeing her like this, Zhuang’s mother felt uncomfortable: “Fang Lan, if you need me in any place, please call me and tell me. Even if you are not with Shihao, I will still treat you as your own daughter.”

Fang Lan said nothing.

Mother Zhuang only left with Father Zhuang.

They went to Zhuang Shihao's house.

It was Aunt Zhang who opened the door and whispered: "Old man, madam, my husband was drunk last night, and he hasn't woken up yet."

"Why drink so much?" Mother Zhuang frowned suddenly.

Aunt Zhang didn't know. She only found out that Zhuang Shihao drank a lot of wine when she came to make breakfast in the morning.

She opened the door to usher them in.

Mother Zhuang went straight to the master bedroom to see Zhuang Shihao.

Sure enough, the room was a little messy, there were wine bottles on the floor, Zhuang Shihao was lying on the bed with his clothes, and the bedding was casually placed on his body.

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

Aunt Zhang whispered: "Mr. always doesn't like others to meet him."

When Mother Zhuang thought about her own son, there were so many quirks. Aunt Zhang was just a nanny cooking, and she had no obligation to tolerate his quirks.

Mother Zhuang instructed Father Zhuang to clean up the master bedroom, and was about to change Zhuang Shihao's clothes. He opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "No."

"Look at you, what you look like." Mother Zhuang really feels distressed, "Mom said, now what you want to do, just do it. Fang Lan, I also communicated with her, I see her I don’t have any feelings for you anymore, and she won’t bother you to do anything in the future. You are free."

Zhuang Shihao had a hangover headache, and when he saw his parents, his mind was also chaotic.

It wasn't until his mother said that Fang Lan had no feelings for him, that his drunkenness gradually dissipated.

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

But it is always in the throat, difficult to digest.

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

Free? Zhuang Shihao laughed mockingly, is this what he wants?

Mother Zhuang handed over a note and said, "This is Zhang Wanyi's phone number. Your dad and I took some time to get it. In the past, we were wrong and we were forced to separate you."

Zhuang Shihao didn't reach out to take it. His parents don't know what he wants now.

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

He couldn't even refuse his mother's present kindness and let him say that he used to be ridiculously wrong and insisted on a completely wrong idea?

Mother Zhuang continued: "Don't blame Fang Lan at the time. She was pregnant with Youyou, not her method, it was me."

When Zhuang Shihao heard these words, he raised his head: "What did you say?"

"Back then, I saw that Fang Lan liked you and took her heart out of you. She was also innocent and cheerful and lively. That's why I...I put something in your wine and let you and Fang Lan..."

"What did you say?" Zhuang Shihao heard every word clearly, but they didn't seem to understand at all when they were connected together.

"Fang Lan probably knew that I did it. Instead, she was honest with you. It was her own medicine. She knew that the relationship between our mother and son was tense. She would rather bear it on her own instead of increasing the gap between our mother and son." Mother Zhuang apologized, "Now that you are divorced, don't blame her anymore..."