His mother's resentful words made Zhao Wei look hurt.

He was silent for a moment, his voice low and hoarse, "Kang Rong is in college, and I can be responsible for my work in the future......"

"Responsible? Does it still make sense to say it now? The mother's eyes were slightly red.

"Ain......

"I've been enduring Kang Kang since Kang Kang was knocked on the head with stitches on the head by that woman. My son, I should teach you what you have done wrong, right? When have I ever bullied Angie? She's good, over and over again...... Do you really think I don't dare to mess with her? ”

"Don't mention her...... She's gone......"

"Hmph, you're still defending her." The mother pushed her long hair back to her shoulders, and there was a cold sneer on her face, "Forget it, I don't mention her." We were a mistake from the beginning, and what Angel did to Kangkang made no sense...... That's it, Zhao Wei, I don't want to repeat it. ”

Zhao Wei rubbed his eyebrows and got up slowly, "I'll take Anqi back first today, and I'll come back in a few days." ”

"Don't come again, okay?" The mother smacked her mouth softly and scratched her hair impatiently, "It's all adults, Zhao Wei." I'm too old to stand the toss. ”

Zhao Wei stared at her for a moment, then lowered his head and walked towards my bedroom.

Angel had been crouching on my bedroom door, not knowing what she was doing.

I sat down next to my mother and put one hand on her shoulder.

This is what Ye Mengjia told me: When my girlfriend is unhappy, sometimes she doesn't need the comfort of words; An understanding look, or a warm embrace, can make them feel that they have their back.

The understanding look or hug is too sensational, and the mother will probably not get used to it.

Unexpectedly, my hand touched her shoulder, and she slapped it away.

I didn't have time to be confused and depressed, when I heard Angel's angry roar, "I'm not going back!" ”

Zhao Wei lowered his voice to convince him.

It wasn't until Angel stood up that I saw the blue and purple patterns on his face.

Hurry up and go. I prayed in my heart.

Although Zhao Wei looks a little stronger than An Qi, the strength of ordinary people is not comparable to this stubborn alien.

But when he has a mood attack, he becomes more effeminate than a petite girl.

The mother ignored the tugging of their father and son, and only repeatedly grabbed her long hair and smoothed it out.

I watched coldly as Zhao Wei dragged An Qi towards the door.

Zhao Wei put his hands under Anqi's armpits around his body so that he would not fall.

Angel was like a wounded man who had been stripped of his bones, kicking his legs weakly; His hands swung around in the air like octopuses.

"Kang Rong, open the door for me." Zhao Wei turned back to me for help—he couldn't let go.

I rejoiced at the deliverance that was coming.

Angel muttered something in bits and pieces.

I can't hear clearly; I don't want to hear it clearly.

My hand to open the door trembled.

When I was about to be taken out by Zhao Wei, Angel grabbed my clothes.

His face and neck were covered with painful lines.

He's asking for his own trouble, and it's none of my business. I told myself.

Little by little, I broke his hand.

Desperately wrung my clothes out of shape, cold hands.

His hand left my garment; He left my home.

That's great. I think so.

"Ayin, I'm leaving...... Take care of yourself. Zhao Wei was reluctant at the door.

I closed the door and looked back at my mother.

She didn't care about it all.

Or just don't want to care anymore.