"Madam An, if you still want me as a son, keep silent about this matter and say nothing. If you don't want me as a son, then you can just keep your attitude."

An Yixuan choked his mother to death with just one word, and the conversation between the mother and son was at a deadlock.

An's mother felt very uncomfortable, but this was her son born from ten months of pregnancy. She was the flesh that fell from her body. In the blink of an eye, her heart turned to another wild woman.

Her voice was as cold as ice: "Are you really confused or fake? How many people are waiting to catch you now? Isn't it equivalent to destroying your future?"

"It doesn't matter. Let those old stubborn people play by themselves. I won't be with you anymore!"

An's mother was so angry that she threw the teacup over, "Do you want to piss me to death?"

"How dare you?"

An Yixuan stood on the stairs and looked back coldly.

"Brother, please say less. Our mother is angry now." An Kexin took a deep breath and quickly persuaded.

"Don't interrupt the matter of adults!" He answered very directly.

Enke's face turned dark, "Who is the child?"

"you."

An Kexin stared at her brother in disbelief. You really don’t recognize your relatives!

She curled her lips, and simply looked at her mother and said bluntly: "Mom, I think my brother is hard and doesn't listen to anyone's words. You have to take care of him."

Her words made An Yixuan's face even more gloomy, and she squinted her eyes, making people unable to understand what he was thinking at the moment.

An's mother looked up at her son's back and said in a deep voice, "That's right, for a woman, he repeatedly wanted to draw a line with me, a mother. Whether it was before or now, his vision was extremely poor. I don't want to see my son, ruined in the hands of such a woman."

Before entering the room, An Yi's angry voice came clearly: "What's wrong with a woman like her? Mrs. An, please pay attention to your wording. If you mess with me again, you will know what the result of real regret is!"

After saying that, the door of the bedroom upstairs was closed heavily, indicating that the owner was in a bad mood.

Mrs. An glanced at Situ Lin who had been silent from beginning to end on the sofa, then her daughter, and finally the closed door, and her heart was filled with grievances.

"Boy, do you think I like to care about your troubles? I'm also thinking about your lifelong happiness!"

"Mom, I know you have a good intention, I will understand." An Kexin comforted her.

"Your brother, that brat, doesn't want his mother when he grows up, don't learn from him..."

“No.”

"He likes wild women more, nowhere else."

“…”

An Kexin and Situ Lin were both full of dark faces at the same time, and they realized that Mrs. An, who had always been decisive, actually had a serious love complex.

Since her son had a beloved woman, a woman more important than her mother appeared in his life. She suddenly fell from the main trunk to the secondary branch. No wonder she felt unbalanced.

**

The morning sun shines on the ground to form countless mottled spots, but the indoor temperature is no longer high.

Mu Jingcheng slowly looked at herself in the mirror, with five red fingerprints on her right face.

An Yixuan walked to her side, stroked her face with her hand, and asked with distress, "Baby, I'm sorry, does it hurt?"

But Mu Jingcheng smiled bitterly, "It's not your call, what apologies do you say?"
Chapter completed!