"Squeak-"

The door clicked and it opened, and the mother came out of the room with swollen eyes, and through the crack in the door, she could see the mess inside.

The child woke up quietly, and his eyes moved slightly when he saw that the room was littered with smashed shards and torn books.

The mother's tone was much calmer, and she said to the child, "Go downstairs to eat." ”

The little Tian Yingyang thought that her mother was normal, so she happily went downstairs to wash, rubbed her face a few times, and then ran to the dining table, waiting for the nanny to make them breakfast.

The mother saw the child and took it to the washstand, picked up a rag and wiped the child up and down, the place where the belt was pumped too much last night had formed a criss-crossing scar, and the fine blood clotted and stuck the clothes tightly.

The mother's movements were gentle, but her face was so heavy that she couldn't see her emotions clearly.

The child was changed into a neat set of clothes, and the wounds on his face were cleaned clean, and his white and tender skin was exposed.

However, what was printed with this white tender was the belt print with the skin and flesh open, and the mother's hands gently brushed the wounds, and then there was no movement.

The little Tian Yingyang raised his head and asked suspiciously, "Mom?" What's wrong? ”

The mother secretly wiped the tears from her eyes, closed her eyes for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the restaurant in the next second.

The child fell from under the stool with a thud and stumbled towards his mother's figure.

Father also came down.

He was sitting on the main seat of the long table, eating bread slowly and elegantly, and when he saw the eldest son who had embarrassed him coming, he raised his eyebrows fiercely and said coldly: "Why did you let him come?!" ”

The mother whispered, "Ah Yang, he is our son......"

Ah Yang was referring to his father.

The mother seems to love her father deeply, even when she takes her son's name, she takes the word Yingyang.

Reflecting the sun, it is also a metaphor for the father.

The little Tian Yingyang didn't understand the undercurrent fluctuations between his parents, and his stomach sounded a gurgling sound at the right time, and the child didn't know how to hide it and wanted to eat breakfast directly.

The father had a cold face, and the chopsticks tapped the dishes in front of him fiercely, "What are you doing!" You started eating before your parents even ate? Do you still look up to us in this house? ”

The mother pursed her lips and did not speak.

"yes, how could you fancy us? I usually like to talk back, and you dare to resist when you hit you?! Father became energetic when he spoke, "Lao Tzu pumped you to educate you!" What the did you get to the hospital for? How can this make my old face rest? ”

"I'm here for your good!! Just be honest and you won't get that disease again!! With a hideous face, my father stood up and pulled out the belt around his waist.

That morning was a repeat of last night's events.

Nothing seems to have changed.

The mother was still watching from the sidelines, and did not step forward to stop her.

The child thought to himself, mother should be afraid of pain, it's okay, I'm afraid of pain, but I can bear it, but my mother may not be able to bear it.

It's as if something has changed.

The father's hideous face and the increasingly hard beating of his men made the child think for a while that the father in front of him seemed to really want to kill him.

Probably not.

After all, we are relatives whose blood dissolves in water.

The child thought, and the fleshy wounds on his body didn't seem to hurt anymore.

After his father beat and scolded, he was refreshed, and he lifted his briefcase and walked outside with his head held high, and there was already a bewitching secretary waiting outside, and when he saw his father, he hurriedly opened the car door and let him in.

The mother's face was grieved.

She glanced at the young child and suddenly became angry, secretly hating him for not being angry.

Originally, the mother was Gao Pan, and after settling with his father, he coaxed the two to get married, although he would be gossiped by those relatives, but later gave birth to a big fat son who blocked the mouths of those idlers.

But now this big fat son is also useless.

Her son couldn't fight for herself, and the money and favor were like bubbles away from her overnight, how could this not make her feel sad and grieving?

Or even complaining.

If you weren't where you are now?

If only I had a son...... It's to let yourself get pampered again!!

A flash of resentment flashed on the mother's face very quickly, and she would not let those foxes take the throne.

She figured it out, picked up her mobile phone with a bright face and searched for various fertility methods, and bought many colorful and revealing clothes from the Internet.

I hope that my father can stay in this house, even if it is for one night.

The little child had not seen his father since that day, and his mother was fascinated by buying many Chinese medicinal herbs from the Internet, all of which were stewed in the pot, giving off an unpleasant bitter taste.

Mother said that as long as he succeeded, his father's attention would come back again, and he would never be attracted by the red girl outside.

Tian Yingyang believed it, and clumsily helped his mother boil Chinese medicine on the side.

Because the mother was afraid that the servants at home would hinder her path and add some hands and feet to the Chinese medicine, she let the child take care of her alone.

And yourself?

I stayed in the room to take good care of that face, without this beautiful face, how could I win back a man's heart?

The mother smiled with satisfaction.

In the mirror, her face seems to be covered with a thin layer of oil, which looks extremely smooth, but the wrinkles still can't be hidden, even with sky-high makeup.

The mother began to panic, but she quickly calmed down.

It's okay, it's okay, just use more cosmetics, and you can definitely cover up the wrinkles.

The mother began to frantically put a thick layer of powder on her face with a puff, covering all the wrinkles on her face tightly.

She smiled with satisfaction, but the smile touched the muscles on her face, and the thick powder on her face immediately cracked, and a lot of it fell down.

The mother's face immediately panicked, she tried to catch the powder with her hand but couldn't, it fell from her fingers and fell to the ground.

She kept touching her face, screaming in panic, her trembling hands touching her skin, and what she felt was not delicate and smooth, but dry and astringent.

Those fine wrinkles are firmly engraved on her face like spider webs, and her mother was also a famous beauty when she was young, and she has always received praise and sighs.

But time has passed, and so have beauties.

The mother no longer has the capital to attract the father, but the father has the capital to attract other girls.

My father is rich, he is the general manager of a company, and his monthly salary is about 100,000 yuan, so my mother is so relieved to be a full-time housewife at home, and she has long been supported by these years of superior life.