Mrs. Wen lowered her head, moved her lips, and said in a low voice, "Xiaoli, do you hate your mother?" ”

Wen Xili glanced at her, "Don't be sentimental. ”

Mrs. Wen choked on him and pursed her lips aggrievedly.

Bentley drove in the direction of Wen's house, and the mother and son sat in the car, rarely quiet for a while.

Mrs. Wen has been recuperating these days, her mind is empty, and she doesn't think about anything.

But knowing that ginger wine was sick, she got the cause of ginger wine from Wen Xili, which aroused her stomach again.

For Wen Xili, she is naturally guilty, but she does not regret it; But for ginger wine, she's a little restless right now.

That child, as if he had pinned his life on Wen Xili, was too strong and unsettling.

If one day, the truth is revealed, will ginger wine still live?

Her original choice, in today's opinion, is tantamount to exchanging the life of ginger wine for Wen Xili's life.

In her life, Mrs. Wen has never done anything bad, and the only time she calculates and selfishness is only used on her son.

But ginger wine is innocent.

……

Wen Xili drove the car and glanced in the rearview mirror at his mother's anxious appearance.

His expression was light, and he even played more cheerful music.

Of course he knows what Mrs. Wen is thinking, his mother's brain is a tendon, and there is no way to deal with it with dual cores, if she doesn't marry a wealthy family in this life, I'm afraid she won't be able to live until now.

He was already killed by himself.

He deliberately asked her to reflect, and didn't say anything along the way, and drove straight home.

When he got home, Wen Xili went directly to the bedroom, turned over Jiang Jiu's makeup cabinet, turned out a bunch of masks, and didn't see any "ex-boyfriend masks" and "little black bottles", he impatiently took a photo of Jiang Jiu, and watched Jiang Jiu draw circles in the photo, marking what he needed.

Jiang Jiu could not be discharged from the hospital, so Wen Xili packed her underwear and a change of clothes and handed them to the maids, telling them to pack them and put them in his car to bring them to her.

When he was about to go out, Mrs. Wen stopped him.

"Xili."

She stood at the gate with a somewhat complicated expression.

Wen Xili turned around, glanced at her mother's expression, and understood that she had something to say.

He silently withdrew his gaze, handed the skincare product he was holding to the servant, and followed his mother upstairs.

Mrs. Wen's room was warmly furnished, exuding a faint fragrance of lilies.

When he was young, he would sneak into his mother's room to rummage through the cabinets, he was a young man, a little sensible, and followed Wen Fengmian to do business, and never entered Mrs. Wen's bedroom again.

At this moment, when he entered again, he smelled the familiar fragrance of lilies, and he suddenly recalled the past a long time ago.

Mrs. Wen sat down at the dresser and took out a small, mahogany dressing box from a drawer. The dressing box is very delicate, gilt and hot, and it is conceivable that the contents are also very precious to her.

"Xili," Mrs. Wen sobbed lowly, holding the dresser, "Mother begs you, no matter what happens in the future, don't leave the wine behind." Xiaojiu is the most innocent, and it is the human mother who is at fault, if the mother is not so selfish, Xiaojiu will not come to this point. ”

She really didn't expect that along the way, it was she who pushed ginger wine to a dead end.

She hung there, and as long as Wen Xili gently let go of her hand, she could die to pieces.