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 had disappeared from his body.

Su Kui knew that it was resentment, and he resented his family's carelessness at that time, which made him suffer so much, and even caused his throat to be permanently mutilated and unable to speak.

However, I learned that in fact, my family has lived a lot with his illness over the years, and I can't sleep at night or sleep, so I suddenly let go.

Tilting his head, Su Kui raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?" Do you feel like you're in love with me? Quick, get up. ”

She stretched out her hand.

Song Heng looked at her white and soft hand fixedly, and slowly put it in.

Su Kui held it and pulled it gently, Song Heng stood up with his strength, his earlobes were a little red, and he didn't dare to meet Su Kui's eyes.

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On this day, Song's mother has been staying in the villa in the suburbs, eating with Song Heng and Su Kui, taking a walk together, and then when the sun is not so strong, she goes to sit in the rose garden, blowing the cool breeze in the evening, and quietly lets the suppressed emotions drift away.

Comfortable, Ling Song's mother suddenly had a feeling of dreaming.

This scene is a picture that only appears in a dream, it is really beautiful, and I am reluctant to wake up.

The glow dyed half of the sky red, the breeze slowly sent, in front of the winding stone path, there are verdant and vibrant climbing plants, endless roses swaying slightly with the wind, the beautiful and magnificent scenery, and the mountains behind the villa blended into a piece, like a piece of light ink, suddenly poured on a layer of beautiful glow.

The young man with delicate appearance and long black hair reaching his shoulders crossed his knees with his hands on his hands, sitting on a wooden bench, tilting his head slightly, the glow of the sun on his distinct outline, crossing a layer of soft light, and his pale face seemed to have a lot of blood.

The shirt was white, black trousers, barefoot, under the chair, and two slippers were thrown at random. The clean and calm appearance moved Song's mother and almost cried.

Not wanting to disturb this beautiful picture, she hurriedly turned her head sideways and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Su Kui noticed it, turned her head to look, and was bumped into by Song Mu when she sat up straight, she smiled gratefully, like Su Kui nodded.

Su Kui bowed his head, a faint smile hooked up at the corner of his lips, withdrew his gaze, and quietly accompanied the young man.

Mother Song suddenly felt that it would be great if Su Kui could always be by her son's side?

The woman's facial features are very delicate, and in the crowd, she will not be unusually eye-catching, but she is far away from the crowd, blooming with her own fragrance, fragrant and elegant, not arrogant, not impatient, not slow.

has her own persistence, understands things, and professional reasons, so that she can see more things clearly. Such a person is the most suitable to get along with his younger son, right?

Mother Song was relieved and let go of all her previous prejudices. In fact, how old you are is not necessarily a bad thing, right? Her appearance looks very comfortable, her temperament is soft, and she seems to be Xiao Heng more than herself, someone she is more willing to believe in and rely on-

Mother Song 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 until she went back this time to find a psychiatrist. She can't fall, she also wants to see Xiao Heng running and smiling.

Now he is quiet, like an angel with folded wings.

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