Hearing the sound, Song Heng slowly raised his head and looked at her.
The young man's eyes were clean and peaceful, as if something that had been attached to him had disappeared from his body.
Su Kui knew that it was resentment. He resented his family's carelessness at the time, which made him suffer so much, and even caused his throat to be permanently mutilated and unable to speak.
However, only then did I learn that in fact, his family had spent a lot of time following his illness over the years, unable to sleep at night and sleeping well, so they suddenly let go.
Tilting her head, Su Kui raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Do you feel you are in love with me? Quickly, get up."
She stretched out her hand.
Song Heng surely glanced at her white and soft hands, and slowly put them in.
Su Kui held it and pulled it lightly, Song Heng took advantage of his strength to stand up, his earlobes were a little red, and he did not dare to look at Su Kui's eyes.
On this day, Mother Song stayed in the villa on the outskirts, ate with Song Heng and Su Kui, took a walk together, and then went to sit in the rose garden when the sun was not so strong, blowing the cool evening breeze, quietly leaving. Floating away from depressed emotions.
Comfortable, Ling Song's mother suddenly felt a kind of sweet dream.
This scene is a scene that only appears in a dream. It's so beautiful, I can't bear to wake up.
The sunlight dyed half of the sky red, and the breeze came slowly. In front of the winding gravel path, there were green climbing plants, and endless roses swayed slightly with the wind. The magnificent and magnificent scenery blended with the mountains behind the villa. One piece, like a piece of light ink, was suddenly covered with a rosy glow.
The young man with exquisite appearance and shoulder-length black hair hugged his knees, sitting on a wooden bench, slightly raised his head, the glow of light on his distinct outline, a layer of soft light, pale face, it seems that there is something wrong. Less bloody.
White shirt, black trousers, bare feet, two slippers under the chair. The clean and calm appearance touched Mother Song and almost shed tears.
Not wanting to disturb this beautiful picture, she hurriedly turned her head and quickly wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
Su Kui noticed that, turned her head and glanced, she was hit by Mother Song when she was sitting upright. She smiled thankfully and nodded like Su Kui.
Su Kui nodded, a faint smile came up at the corner of his lips, and he withdrew his gaze, quietly accompanied by the young man.
Mother Song suddenly felt that if Su Kui could always be with her son, wouldn't it be great
A woman's facial features are very delicate, not very eye-catching in the crowd, but when far away from the crowd, she blooms with her own fragrance, elegant and elegant, not arrogant, not irritable, not rash.
Having her own persistence, understanding of affair, and professional reasons, she can see more things clearly. Such a person is the most suitable to get along with his youngest son, right
Mother Song was relieved and put down all previous prejudices. In fact, how old is it, isn’t it a bad thing? Her appearance looks very comfortable and her temperament is soft. Compared to herself, she seems to be Xiaoheng who is more willing to believe and rely on—
Mother Song's mood was a little depressed, but she knew that this was her own calamity and she deserved it.
She was willing, and at the same time, she also decided to listen to Su Kui's words and wait for this time to go back and find a psychiatrist. She can't fall down, and she still has to see Xiao Heng running and smiling freely.
He is now, quiet, like an angel with broken wings.