I don't know how long she sat on the ground, or ten minutes, or maybe twenty minutes, but as long as everyone around her passed by, their eyes would fall on her.

At this time, Tang Xiaoran couldn't pay attention to these at all, she was deeply grieved by herself, and she couldn't extricate herself!

It wasn't until her legs were numb and her head was dizzy that she got up from the ground, returned to her apartment, picked up her suitcase, and walked aimlessly down the street.

In fact, it is so big, and Hong Kong is so big, but unfortunately there is no place for her Tang Xiaoran, let alone someone waiting for her.

Eight years ago, she was a leaf, bitter and drifting, but there was Jing Xuan beside her, no matter how bitter she was, she didn't feel bitter, she had sustenance, spiritual sustenance.

Now she is still the fallen leaves that are about to wither in autumn, and she is even more scarred than eight years ago......

Aimlessly in Hong Kong, she walked for too long, and only when the sun slowly turned west did she realize that she didn't even have a place to stay in Hong Kong.

The most important thing for the bus is to find a house first and settle down first.

Hong Kong's housing prices are particularly high, the environment is good, located in the city center, she can't afford to rent all, and finally almost the entire Hong Kong streets and alleys have been rummaged through to find one, very small, no bedroom, only bathroom and living room, but the price is cheap.

She decided to stay here.

The landlord said another word as he left; "Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, there were people in this room, but it was five or six years ago, so you don't have to listen to the gossip of your neighbors and say that I lied to you!"

Tang Xiaoran was already packing her luggage, and when she heard this, she said lightly; "If you are not even afraid of death, how can you be afraid of ghosts?"

The landlord frowned, but he didn't think that this girl was quite bold.

The landlord left, Tang Xiaoran packed all the things in the suitcase, and then squatted there to tidy up.

There was a kitchenware in the living room, she hadn't eaten dinner yet, and there was still some rice left, she boiled the porridge, and when it was done, she put it out, brought two bowls and put them on the table, and then shouted softly; "Jing Xuan, wash your hands and eat."

“……”

However, there was silence and silence in the room, and there was no sound, let alone response.

After a moment of silence, Tang Xiaoran reacted, she had been separated from Jing Xuan, sitting at the table, the spoon in her hand slowly stirring the porridge in the bowl, and she lost her appetite in an instant.

It's been eight years, and that habit has long been ingrained in the marrow, and now I open my mouth to call, but no one answers......

There will be no immature and soft voice calling out to my mother......

The emptiness in her heart was indescribable, and the porridge in the bowl was stirred twice, and she poured the porridge back into the pot and couldn't eat it.

Although the relationship between Jing Xuan and Su Zhengxiao is father and son, it is not too close, after all, the distance between Su Zhengxiao and Jing Xuan has been very far away over the years.

She was worried, whether Jing Xuan was hungry or not, whether he had eaten, whether he was still comfortable staying over there, whether he was crying again!

The child is a piece of meat on the tip of the parents' hearts, cut it hard with a knife, the pain is dripping, the blood is flowing for a long time, she has taken care of Jing Xuan for eight years, so in one day, she has thought about him and can't extricate himself.

More perhaps, her original choice was wrong, if she didn't agree to marry Su Zhengxiao, and the Su family took the child away directly, she would also be in pain, the pain was heartbreaking, but it was good to be desperate, that was the most painful way to hurt, cut the mess quickly, cut it with a knife, and it would be a short pain.

Now it is a long pain, and this pain is fine and numb deep into the bone marrow, and I don't know when it will stop.

The time was still too short, and at night she would sleep on the kitchenware*, lay down for a while, sat up again, sat by the window without saying a word, and quietly looked at the moon.

She thought about Jing Xuan, she couldn't sleep, and she couldn't fall asleep, as soon as she closed her eyes, his small face would appear in front of her mind, followed by a blazing pain spreading up and down her body, colliding, and shouting.

It hurt so much, the feeling of suffocation and annihilation rushed through her body, she squatted in the corner of the wall, as if someone had choked her neck, unable to breathe and gasp, and was about to suffocate to death.

You can't stay like this any longer!

She stood up, took her coat, locked the door to her room, flagged down a cab and left.

She wants to go to the Su Mansion, even if she can't go in, stay far away and take a look......

I'm the lovely divider**********************************

Su House.

Leaving Tang Xiaoran, until the night, Jing Xuan still had tears on his face, sitting on the sofa in the living room, not eating or drinking.

Growing up, he had never been separated from his mother for so long.

The servants were very embarrassed, and made a lot of good things, but he refused to eat anything, and there was really nothing he could do.

When Su Zhengxiao came back from the company, it was eight o'clock in the evening, he walked into the living room, and Uncle Liu explained Jingxuan's situation truthfully.

Hearing this, he frowned tightly and spoke; "Go and get the kitchen to heat up the porridge."

Uncle Liu nodded, and then left.

Although the climate outside is a little cold, but the climate inside the villa is very warm, he made a move, took off the suit jacket on his body and threw it aside, and looked at Jing Xuan, who was sitting on the sofa crying with a red face and eyes.

"Crying for what?" Looking at him, Su Zhengxiao took the opportunity to tear off the tie on his shirt and unbutton a few buttons.

Jing Xuan's small body shrunk, ignoring him, still wiping his tears, alone with Su Zhengxiao, he was still a little afraid.

"Uncle Liu, take him to the bath." Looking at Jing Xuan's crying face, he spoke; "And then remember to bring him down for dinner."

Uncle Liu responded and took his little hand and went upstairs.

Su Zhengxiao kneaded his eyebrows, and also walked upstairs, went to the bathroom, bathed, and when he turned around and went down the stairs again, Jing Xuan was already sitting at the dining table.

Early this morning, although Tang Xiaoran's words were not said to him, he remembered them clearly.

She said that Jing Xuan's stomach was not very good, and she had to drink porridge twice a day, so she asked the chef at home to cook porridge when she was still in the company.

He sat on the chairman, Jing Xuan sat on the side, he sat there, neither raised his head nor moved his chopsticks, just sat there quietly.

Su Zhengxiao has never been close to his children, so that he doesn't know how to communicate with his children is the right one, he just follows his own routine; "Why don't you eat it?"

Jing Xuan's body twisted, he still didn't speak, and his head seemed to hang under the table.

After all, it is his own son, although he has not brought it much since he was a child, he still has a little bit of the same blood, so Su Zhengxiao rarely asked with some patience; "Don't like to eat? Don't want to eat? Still not appetizing? Whatever you want to eat, let the kitchen do it. ”

The child still doesn't speak, after all, it's still a life.

As the president of the Su Group, he has always been vigorous in speaking and doing things, and those people under him are even more efficient. "Speak!"

Jing Xuan cried, tears were like beads with broken threads, falling down, and his small body sat there, shaking very much.

Uncle Liu couldn't bear it, stepped forward and held Jing Xuan in his arms; "Mr. Su, the little master may be missing his mother."

"Didn't he have a long mouth? Can't speak? As a man, crying at every turn, what is it like? ”

Uncle Liu; "President, he's still a kid, he's too young."

"It's eight years old, not young, he's a man, what he wants, what he wants to do, whatever he thinks in his heart, just say it directly, cry without saying a word, it's a girl!" Su Zhengxiao opened his mouth and said coldly; "There is no ambition and courage!"

Uncle Liu coaxed Jing Xuan softly, telling him to tell his father what he wanted, it was useless to cry.

Jing Xuan wiped her tears; "I miss my mother, I want to eat the porridge my mother makes, I want to go to my mother, I don't want to be here."

Looking at the child's pitiful begging appearance, Uncle Liu's heart was almost broken, so he pleaded with Su Zhengxiao; "Mr. Su, the child is really too young, otherwise I will give it to Miss Tang tonight, and then pick it up tomorrow, which is just so good that the child can have a sense of adaptation, and it will not be so strong and abrupt."

"What are you tossing at such a late hour, whether it's tonight or tomorrow night, he has to adapt after all, it's just morning and evening, you can't take him anywhere, now take him upstairs to sleep." Su Zhengxiao's tone was a little cold.

Uncle Liu wanted to say something more, but when he saw Su Zhengxiao's cold look, he had to swallow it all.

Jing Xuan began to cry, he didn't want to rest, he didn't want to sleep, he wanted his mother, Uncle Liu forcibly hugged him upstairs, he finally had a temper, and shouted at Su Zhengxiao; "Nasty! I hate you! I want Mom! Nasty! Big Bad! ”

Where did someone scold President Su like this, Uncle Liu was a little nervous, but fortunately, Su Zhengxiao just raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything.

Half an hour later, Uncle Liu came down from the room, and Su Zhengxiao was drinking tea and reading the newspaper in a bathrobe; "Sleeping?"

"Sleep." Uncle Liu gasped slightly, and finally fell asleep.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Liu said goodbye and left, and when he walked to the corner of Su's house, he was shocked to see Tang Xiaoran standing in the corner; "Madame, why are you here?"

Her face was a little blue, obviously frozen, rubbing her hands, a little wolf; "I'm not at ease, I want to come over to see Jing Xuan, Uncle Liu, did he cry?"

Looking at her expression, and then listening to the words that were spoken, Uncle Liu only felt that she was too pitiful and lied against her will; "I didn't cry, I ate a bowl of porridge for dinner, and I'm already asleep at this time, do you want to go in?"

Tang Xiaoran immediately shook her head, she just came over to know the news of Jing Xuan, go in, she won't now, and never in the future! She's human and has a heart!

Uncle Liu told her about Jingxuan's room, which was facing the back garden, and she could see clearly from this angle, the light in the room was dark.

She stood there, staring at the window, as if she had seen his little body lying on the window, crying out to her mother with joy.

Uncle Liu was leaving, and asked her if she could go, so he just took her for a ride.

Tang Xiaoran nodded, she left, she took a car for more than an hour to rush over on such a cold and biting night, and squatted here for more than ten minutes, just to listen to Jing Xuan is very good.

As she walked forward, she turned her head at the same time, which can almost be described as turning back three times in one step, looking at that window, it was full of nostalgia and longing.

Uncle Liu couldn't help but sigh softly, even a person of his age couldn't help but want to shed tears.

Su Zhengxiao walked out of the living room, a light came from afar, he looked over, not far away, Uncle Liu was walking forward with a woman.

The woman's figure is very familiar, and her feet are even more obvious, clearly Tang Xiaoran.

His eyes moved slightly, and then he slowly narrowed, full of meaning, and stared at the two of them as they sat in the car and left.

After a while, he went upstairs, stretched out his hand to push open the door of his room, but paused slightly, paused, and turned to push open the door of Jingxuan's room.

He was asleep, but his breathing was not steady, but short, obviously he was crying too much, Su Zhengxiao didn't turn on the light, and looked at it in the moonlight, the redness on his cheeks had not faded, and his chest was strong and rapid.

After watching quietly for a long time, pulling the quilt for him, Su Zhengxiao went back to his room.

Whole*, Tang Xiaoran hasn't slept since she came back from Su Zhai, all she thinks about is the child, and she can't sleep.

The next morning, with a swollen face, she went to the supermarket to buy some necessities for her daily life, and then bought beautiful flower cloth.

The room had to be cut now, the sleeping quarters and the kitchen, had to be cut.

She used superglue to dye one on each side of the room, pulled a thin rope, and put the sewn flower cloth coupon on.

Looking back, she glanced at the situation she was in a few more times, she smiled sarcastically, it was also the right choice to let Jing Xuan live with him in the past, otherwise would she live in poverty like her?

She knew that life could not go on, she had no money, and she didn't ask for any money when she divorced, so she had to make money!

went to a lot of companies, but as soon as people saw her legs, they refused directly in person, and they didn't even have time to think about it.

Tang Xiaoran has always known that her fate is tragic, but her heart is still throbbing when she is so miserable that she is so miserable.

There was no way, she returned empty-handed, sitting on the bench, her lunch was a piece of bread, looking at the brilliant sky, her eyes were sour and wanted to cry.

But she knows that it is useless to shed tears, no one will feel sorry for her, she only has herself.

Thinking of setting up a stall on the street again, Tang Xiaoran's eyes lit up slightly, she went to the wholesale mall, bought some odds and ends, and planned to wait until it was dark to set up a stall.

As night fell, she struggled to carry them to the sides of the street, where a large number of people had already begun to swing.

The first time she was, she was very rusty and struggling, and it took a lot of effort to put things in place, others would solicit customers, but she wouldn't, and she was a little stunned.

When a guest comes to ask for a price, she will tell the truth, but she will not say anything fanny.

On the street, a black Bentley car was moving slowly, with Jing Xuan sitting in the car, as well as Su Zhengxiao and Uncle Liu driving.

Jing Xuan lowered his head, didn't speak, didn't look at Su Zhengxiao, and looked at the gloves on his legs, which were knitted to him by his mother.

Su Zhengxiao stared at him for a moment, then looked out of the car, and suddenly, his eyes narrowed, looking in a certain direction.

Tang Xiaoran was still posing, and suddenly heard someone shouting; "The chengguan is here!"

Then, the merchant who was still setting up the stall in the last second rolled up his things and began to run wildly, Tang Xiaoran obviously encountered this situation for the first time, she didn't stop any longer, rolled up her things three or two times, and walked forward with a limp, the things were too heavy for her to run.

Several men in police uniforms ran towards this direction, carrying batons in their hands, and chased after them without knowing what they were swearing.

Tang Xiaoran was too slow, the police were too fast, her heart had already jumped to her throat, she really couldn't run with something, and the police were already close behind her.

Su Zhengxiao's eyes narrowed tighter and tighter, and then said in a low voice; "Stop!"

Hearing this, Uncle Liu stepped on the brakes in a daze, and he didn't know what had happened.

Su Zhengxiao landed on the doorknob and was about to open the car door, but saw that Tang Xiaoran simply threw all those things on the ground without doing anything, and dodged into the grass and trees next to him.

The police did not notice her and continued to chase her.

With his hand withdrawn again, he slightly adjusted the collar of his suit, his deep expression returned to normal, and he said lightly; "Let's drive."

Through the car window, I could see the unsteady figure staggering out, squatting on the ground, cleaning up those things......

From tomorrow, it's starting to speed up the development of the story.,Rest assured.,This extra won't be too long, maybe it's a little long....................................................................................................................................