"Nick, don't you recognize your mother?"

Mrs. Lefebble's voice trembled and asked again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Nick was still standing there, motionless.

The distance between Nick and his mother is only three or five meters at most. And this distance of three to five meters is like a moat, forcibly separating the mother and son.

There were quite a few people in the house. There were a large number of servants in the Lefebble family, but most of them returned to their jobs on their own volition. The house is more full of old friends and relatives of the Lefebble family. Fortunately, this antechamber could have been used for balls or parties, and the place was big enough, otherwise such a large number of people would have suffocated themselves.

Now everyone is confused and doesn't understand what's going on.

"Oops, just get it back. Master Nick, you really are, you can't run around anymore. Do you know what you scared your mother into? You won't be allowed to do that in the future. ”

A man laughed and broke the siege.

A little embarrassed laughter rang out around him. At first there were only one or two people, and soon everyone was laughing. Someone trying to show intimacy walks over and pats Nick on the shoulder.

Nick jerked to the side, looking at the man.

That man's hand was still in the air, and it was embarrassing to be so ruthlessly lost face by Nick.

Nick didn't have time to worry about that. He just wanted to find out if there were any people in this room who were chasing him, and if so, how many?!

The officer in the gown leaned down and said something to Nick's mother.

Nick jerked his head and stared at the man.

The look was a little scary, so that the officer couldn't finish his words, and frowned very embarrassedly.

"What the hell is going on?"

Someone was whispering.

"Maybe it was exposed by Mr. Locke." Someone laughed and said, trying to cover up the embarrassing atmosphere again, "It is said that girls are thin-skinned, but our little master is also young, unlike us old men, who act as if nothing is fine." Right. ”

"That's not it. Boys are also to be respected. Someone smiled and responded.

Those who understood pouted. On the surface, it seems to say that you should respect people. But who are the Lefebble family? What does their family rely on? Influence on the army! Of course, it is impossible for these people with status to roll in the mud like a big-headed soldier, but they are thin-skinned and can't listen to other people's criticism, so it doesn't look like a compliment.

Thinking that Nick has not officially inherited his father's title and position in the army, isn't it clear what those people are thinking?

As a result, some people who were on the side of the Lefebble family retorted. For a while, it seemed to be happy, but in fact, it was secretly surging.

But all this means nothing to the owner of this home.

"Nick...... Nick...... Son ......"

Madame Lefebble's lips fanned, and the tears ran down her cheeks and onto her lips, but she did not even think to wipe them.

Her heart was breaking.

She has lost a son. A son who was not born by himself, but was raised by himself and cared for carefully. No, it wasn't her son, it was a thief who stole her love for him and threw it on the ground without praising it.

Then she finally found her son. She wants to give him all her love, but she is afraid that he will not be able to accept it when he has grown up. No matter how sassy and free she is on the surface, in fact, in her heart, she is so trembling with every step.

She was afraid. Maybe one morning when she wakes up, her son is gone again. She was the only one left in the big empty house.

Has her nightmare finally become a reality?

"Nick Lefeble, you're going too far!" Someone beside her was harshly reprimanding her son, and then a pair of strong hands supported her arms, "Madam, this dead boy can't come, then let's go." I'd like to see if he dares to run! Bastard, how dare you disown your mother! ”

With the help of those hands, Mrs. Lefebble stood up and walked toward Nick.

Her feet were soft, but with the support of this person, she seemed to have regained a little more strength.

yes, she's Nick's mother, the only mother. Nick also cherishes and loves her very much, how can he not want her.

However, as soon as she stood up, Nick's eyes suddenly turned red. It was literally red, and the blood rushed to his head with a thud, and even the blood vessels in his eyeballs were almost burst.

Nick lunged over and shoved his mother's man, the gold-ringed officer, away from her.

As if he had been hit by a cannonball, the officer flew half a meter backwards, knocked down a string of people behind him, and then fell to the ground in embarrassment with the unlucky guys behind him.

Mrs. Lefebble was no better. She had been busy outside for a day, the water and rice had not entered, and her spirit was very nervous, so she had no strength, and she really relied on the support of the officer to get up. But who would have thought that Nick would do it all of a sudden. Mrs. Lefebble did not have time to stand on her feet, and suddenly lost the strength to support her, and fell headlong to the ground.

At this moment, there was silence in the front hall.

No one can figure it out, what the hell is going on?

Could it be that Nick can't even look past others supporting his mother, and he has to be happy if his mother falls on her heels?

Some people even secretly snickered in their hearts that Madame Lefebble had inflicted herself on herself, and casually took a mud leg home and raised him as her own son. What is the difference between this and those women who have lost their children and put them to sleep with a pillow in their arms.

You see, raise a white-eyed wolf, right?

However, when people look at it again, the people who think so suppress the thought.

Mrs. Lefebble fell on her stomach, and there was no cushion at all, and she would have to add a big bag to her head if she didn't smash her nose flat. But just before she touched the ground, Nick suddenly took his mother firmly in his arms.

"Son......

Mrs. Lefabler wept with joy, clutching Nick's clothes and shoulders for fear that he would pop first and turn into a puff of smoke in her arms.

"You lie back first."

Nick comforted his mother softly, carried her back to the stretcher, and continued to stare in the direction of the officer, and used his body to stand between his mother and the man, like an old hen guarding a chick.

"You!" The officer struggled to his feet, furious: "Diana Lefeble! That's how you taught your son?! (To be continued.) )