Kou Yongjun thought of his son again, his painting was not as good as the little mango's painting, but he could also paint, and he had also painted a family, at that time, her son kept asking her, Mom, when will we eat together as a family, and when will Dad be with us......

Thinking of this, she ruthlessly tore the painting in Little Mango's hand into slag and raised it to the ground, "Get out." ”

After speaking, he hurriedly ran away with messy steps.

Little Mango looked at her, sighed, took the drawing board, and went back to drawing.

Kou Yongjun came back very late and didn't bring dinner to Little Mango, but Little Mango ate the small snacks she brought back at noon and was already asleep.

Kou Yongjun also brought back a pack of Xizhilang.

Seeing that the little one was already asleep, she put the bag of Kinoro next to her, but saw the drawing board next to her.

There are many people painted on it, and there is a warm home, and this time there are words on it.

I didn't expect that the little mango was so small that it could write so many words.

Everyone has a title on the top of their head, Dad, Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, Grandma, Grandma, Uncle Yi......

A bunch of people, there are people sitting around the table, there are standing next to them, and there are walking, holding a plate in their hands, the drawing board she bought for the little mango is not big, and the drawing paper is slightly larger than the A4 paper.

Does this kid draw so fast? It's only been one afternoon, and you've painted so much?

She looked at the paintings carefully, looking at them over and over again, and the more she looked at them, the warmer she felt in her heart.

She felt that she couldn't get tired of looking at this picture for a year.

In the dim light, she kept watching, watching, until she was sleepy, and then fell asleep.

Usually as soon as she falls asleep, she will have that terrible dream, but today is very strange, lying down but not dreaming, until she fell asleep, some shots appeared in her mind.

It's no longer as deep as before, just some broken fragments, the fire, the screams of the son, and the heartless voice of her husband, "You know, I don't love you, I never loved you, it was you, using your family power to threaten me, I married you, you know, I have someone in my heart, the person I love is here now, I want to be with her, I want to be with her forever, so, let's divorce." ”

In the dream, Kou Yongjun couldn't help crying.

"I agree to the divorce, I agree, you can be with whoever you want to be with, let my son go, let me go, let my son take me......" she murmured.

"Son, you can't take it away, he has my blood flowing on him, how can you let it go?" The man's voice was a little ruthless and impatient.

She begged bitterly, "Please, please let me take my son......"

Little Mango went to bed early at night, and when she heard Kou Yongjun's voice, the little guy woke up, crawled to her side, and gently held her hand, "Grandma, you can sleep peacefully, you have to be good." ”

Kou Yongjun, who was still a little frantic just now, suddenly quieted down, and a faint smile appeared on her face, "Baby, don't run, don't run, be careful of falling......"

At this moment, her dream was actually the scene on the painting of the little mango that she came back at night. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Meng Bao Plan A: Sullen Husband, Come to the Claw Book House at Night" for free for the first time.