The boy leaned against his mother and felt that it was not enough to lie on her.
After a while, he quietly and carefully wanted to open his mother’s palm and try to stick to her palm to satisfy him.
Song Shengsheng didn’t notice his movements. She had no place to vent her bad emotions. Only when Shen Zhishu came over could she quarrel with him openly and as if arrogantly.
Attack him with all his words.
It seems that this is the only way to get vented.
Song Shengsheng felt that she would not say such mean and vicious words before, but now she has learned to attack people with sharp words, and she is not gentle at all.
But what’s the use of gentleness?
Weakness will only make oneself deceived like a fool.
Song Shengsheng should not continue to be a fool.
She wants to be a smart person who forgets his righteousness when he sees profit, judges the situation, and changes his power when he sees the wind.
She is just too stupid.
It’s really stupid.
She always couldn’t help but recall when she was in Ningcheng and when she first got married, although she felt a lot of dissatisfaction with Fu Cheng, she was still free at that time.
Her dissatisfaction was just because she felt that Fu Cheng didn’t like her that much.
So she acted as heaven and earth, and acted recklessly.
I used all kinds of methods, but in fact I just wanted to find Fu Cheng’s love for her from the details.
When Song Shengsheng thinks about the past, she is prone to falling into depression and depression, and her bitter tears are about to fall.
Now.
She held it for a while, but still couldn’t help it. She turned her face, her paper-white face looked a little weak, her chin was pointed, but her nose was red, and she didn’t know if her cheeks were red, or the air conditioner in the bedroom was too high, which was slightly red.
She looked at him, her voice was a little louder than usual, and her tone was a little fierce: “What are you doing!?”
Shen Zai really wanted to get into her mother’s arms, but it couldn’t.
He slowly raised his face, his eyes that were extremely similar to her were filled with loss and pity, and he looked at her quietly and stubbornly.
Don’t speak.