The Seven Days Of Contractual Marriage

Chapter 96 The Trash of the Seven Nights

"Aren't you going to tell us because you're protecting someone?" Someone you can never hurt? "Tang Rui said slowly.

What kind of person can win the woman he loves so much?

This answer need not be said anymore.

He couldn't hurt his mother. No matter how bad her mother was, she could not hurt her mother in front of others.

"I really don't understand you. I can't understand your mother ..." Song Luo was the first to jump up and shout, "Is she your mother?" How can there be such a mother? Are you ready to see your child suffer? Since you still want to be with Brother Su, why don't you argue? I don't understand. Your mother doesn't care if you're lucky, so why do you care about her? Is there anyone like her as a mother?

"She can be this kind of mother, I can't be this kind of child" this is the most painful part.

"I really don't understand you. Is she your mother?"

"Luo's Song!"

"Luo's Song!"

Anran and Tang Rui shouted at the same time. Song Luo could only hold her breath and reluctantly sat down in her chair.

After a while, Luo Yufeng almost got drunk and slowly said,

"I never told you about my father, and not even Mu Ran. Since he is my disgrace, I would rather say that he is dead than admit that I have such a father. He was greedy for wealth, leaving behind his wife and children. When I was five years old, she went with my mother and a rich woman. From then on, she left a deep shadow on my mother.

He disliked MuRan from the start, but after he found out about her background and deception, he became even more annoying.

"What about Meng Xiao?" Meng Xiao and Moiran's status was similar. Why does your mother like him so much?

"Since the Meng family has helped me, moreover, when my mother met Meng Xiao, she was a fourteen-year-old girl," she was grateful that the Meng family was too late, she said, so how could he hate Meng Xiao?

"According to what you said, I thought your mother had a romantic relationship."

Song Luo was truly a boring comment. The three men looked at him simultaneously. "What did you say?" The learnship? "

"Not strange. A sister usually has a brotherly bond, a sister usually has a brotherly bond, and a daughter usually has a fatherly bond. It is not strange for a mother to have a relationship with a son!"

Three confused people must do what feel that this makes sense but they feel it is ridiculous.

"Feng, how about you find a psychiatrist to show your mother?"

No compromise for six years. Tang Rui felt that Mother Luo might have a mental problem.

However, if her son thought that his mother had a mental problem, how big would his blow be for Mother Luo?

Luo Yufeng was not wanting to stay any longer, so she left the bar early.

A gentle breeze blew and he immediately woke up.

Are you going home?

No, the family did not have its figure or aura, was it still a house?

He doesn't want to go back.

He drove out the gates of the Su family.

He stared at the bedroom on the second floor and found its location.

It was only nine o'clock less and Su Muran had not rested. After his son fell asleep, he returned to his room and walked to the window. Just as he was about to pull the curtain, he suddenly saw a black sports car under the window.

Beside the car, there was still a handsome graceful bearing.

It was obvious that he had just drank his drink. His collar was not too bound by his tie and his strong chest was faintly visible behind his exposed shirt. He looked at her with a focused and painful look.

His body was soft and his mind was drunk.

Luo Yufeng, what are you doing again?

He didn't want to look anymore, so he pulled the curtain.

However, a thin curtain could withstand the gaze of a very captivated person?

No one is at peace. Why are you doing this?

He buried his face in his knees and covered his ears, thinking that this would cut everything about him. However, he knew he was still outside, so he could even feel his burning gaze.

Lordy!

Luo Yufeng, what do you want to do?

The phone on the bedside table suddenly shook.

He was shocked too. He picked it up and saw that he had sent a text:

I will not give up! MuRan, I want to repeat what you did seven years ago, but this time, I will not let the tragedy repeat itself!

Whatisthis?

He pressed a button to turn off the phone and threw it aside. Luo Yufeng, I can't mess with you and can't hide from you?

He simply took off his clothes and entered the blanket to sleep, ignoring it. He would never feel the heartache again for her when she stood outside.

But can he lie to others?

Only he knew that he stayed there for seven nights and he could not sleep well.

On the eighth day, he used to look out the window.

"What, he's not coming?"

Muyan's voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

He pulled the curtain in a panic and refused to admit it. "Who are you talking about?" I don't know what you're talking about.

"You really don't know?" Muyan laughed teasingly, "Someone waited outside for seven nights. Every time, he goes until dawn."

"How do you know?"

"Not only do I know, Jiang Chen also knows, Papa knows, and no one in the Su family knows. Of course, the source of the music knows.

Muyan smiled and looked at him seriously. “Kak, to be honest I was a little touched. Are you untouchable?” He suddenly stopped coming, aren't you worried?

"What should I worry about?"

"I was worried about last night. Either blowing or raining. No matter how strong your body is, it won't hold. This Luo Yufeng was probably lying on the bed." Recently, especially at night. , the weather is cloudy and erratic. How could he not hurt himself?

But, was he trying to get her to compromise on the bitter seven-night scheme?

Nah! Nah!

"I really don't understand. Who are you torturing?" Muyan sighed and walked out.

Mu Ran stood in front of the window and stared out the window for a long time. After that, the source came in. Seeing him in a daze in front of the window, as if he had not heard him enter, he walked carefully without a sound and walked to his side, gently pulling a corner. from his shirt.

"Source?"

He crouched down, touched her delicate little face, and asked gently, "What is the source?" Why haven't you slept?

"Mom, is Uncle Yufeng sick?"

"Who told you?"

"Nobody said it," he shook his head. "Last night it rained heavily. Uncle was standing outside, but he didn't come today. The source of this question was to wonder if Uncle had fallen into the rain and caught a cold. Are you sick?"

This may be the nature of father and son!

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