Chapter 82: - I just want my mommy

“Mom… Mom… Mommy…”

The boy sobbed quietly, wiping away the tears that flowed and flowed.

“What’s wrong? Young Master.” The aunt bent over and asked softly.

Shen Hanxing lifted his small face and stretched out his hand in distress: “Aunt Li, I’m in pain… It hurts so much…”

Aunt Li hugged the person and coaxed, “It doesn’t hurt, young master, I’ll take you to treat the wound.”

“I don’t want it, I want my mother.” Shen Hanxing stubbornly pushed the person away, ran into the room, hugged the woman who was on the phone, and carefully called out, “Mom…”

The woman’s face was pale, and she held the phone tightly, not knowing what was being said there, as if something had fallen from her eyes.

“It can’t be… It can’t be, he told me yesterday that he was working late at the office.”

“The lipstick print…” Her lips trembled violently, as if she couldn’t accept the sudden stimulus, and said to the woman over there with extreme tone: “There is no lipstick print, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about! You must be trying to destroy our marriage!”

The woman hung up the phone, but her hand came up weakly.

“Mommy…” The five-year-old Shen Hanxing held her hand: “Xing’er hurts…”

He carefully placed his injured finger in front of the other and said aggrieved: “It hurts…”

The woman’s eyes were somewhat dispassionate, allowing her arm to be pulled.

Tears fell from the corners of Shen Hanxing’s eyes, and he kept calling out to his mother, “Xing’er hurts… Xing’er hurts…”

But the woman pushed him away: “I don’t believe it… I don’t believe it…”

The woman, who was as weak and beautiful as a doddering flower, showed a hint of madness at this moment, gripping the floor as if she had thought of something. She picked up the child on the floor, hugged him, and whispered, “Xing’er, you love your mother, don’t you?”

Shen Hanxing looked at her with a bit of flattery and nodded his head, grasped tightly and whispered: “Mother, Xing’er loves you.”

The woman whispered, “Then if another woman were to be your mother, would Xing’er be happy?”

In a child’s world, this question is a terrible thing to imagine.

Shen Hanxing shook his head desperately and said: “No.” He reached out, hugged the woman’s neck, and said carefully and somewhat pleasingly: “I just want my mommy.”

The woman smiled and touched his head, “Xing’er, you must remember that you can’t let daddy bring another woman back.”

She looked away, as if brainwashed and repeated the words: “We are a family, and no one can separate us.”

………..

The young man woke up from his nightmare, his delicate and beautiful eyebrows were slightly pale.

He tilted his neck slightly.

Like a trapped animal in the darkness, he was in despair.

Clutching the heart tightly.

“It hurts…”

“It hurts, my lady…”

From [Xia Hanmo]: Han Xing, are you in love with Su Emily?

Don’t you forget who she is.

I am just reminding you.

Don’t forget your original purpose.

I’m just reminding you.

Shen Hanxing.

What the hell are you doing?

Have you forgotten all that?

[He didn’t forget]

[Now, it’s cold in hell, my lady, will you stay with me?]

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“Emily, have you been hiding something from me lately?” Qin Yuyan sent her daughter to the station, suddenly asked that question.

Su Emily closed the door without any hesitation, slightly drooping eyes, looking at the woman in the car window and replied: “No, mother bye.”

Qin Yuyan stared at the girl’s back and frowned.

She felt as if something was out of her control.

Especially lately, Su Emily often didn’t answer her phone calls.

Qin Yuyan was a little intolerant.

Anxious and restless emotions spread.

In particular, her desire for control was challenged, leaving the anger in her heart with nowhere to go.

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