Now that this thing has come to Song Bowan, it is self-evident what it represents.
It was impossible for Chang Jiu to ask for this thing, the Talisman of Peace... She once gave it to Song Bowan.
With Song Bowang's IQ, it was impossible not to guess such an iconic thing.
Zhou Ci lowered her head subconsciously, trying to escape, but the next second, Song Bowan stepped forward and forcibly lifted her chin.
Zhou Ci was forced to look at him and found that his eyes were also red, but unlike hers, he was angry.
"Afraid? I thought you were very brave." Song Bo spoke mockingly, rubbing his cold fingers on the skin of her chin, his eyes fixed on this face.
After not seeing each other for three years, she is even more beautiful than before. The short hair adds a bit of sophistication to her, but it does not hide the charm of her body.
Even though she has just taken a shower and is naked, her face is still so delicate.
When she walked out like this, probably no one would believe that she was already the mother of a child.
Ah……
Song Bo mistakenly said to her, "You have forgotten what I said back then."
"You are not qualified to see him." Song Bo said arrogantly, "Don't pollute my son's eyes with your things."
Zhou Ci was brought to tears by his cruel words, and the tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped on the back of his hands.
Song Bo sneered, "Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me."
"I know you hate me." Zhou Ci choked, "I didn't expect Yangzhi to recognize me. I just wanted to see him... He is also my child. He was born to me in ten months of pregnancy. I love him so much."
Love is no less than yours."
If he hadn't been forced to do so, Zhou Ci would not have been able to say such a thing.
Song Bowan already knew that she had met her son, so she had the idea of breaking the jar.
"He has nothing to do with you!" Song Bowang probably didn't expect her to refute, so he suddenly raised his voice and stared at her angrily. The strength of his hand was about to crush her chin.
"No matter what you say, he is my son, a piece of flesh that fell from my body. Half of my blood flows in his body. I am his mother." Zhou Ci said, "Even if the custody rights are given to
You and I are also qualified to see him..."
"Haha, it's a piece of flesh that fell off your body." Song Bowan's tone was sarcastic and disdainful, "Don't act like you miss him very much. You haven't seen him in three years. Why are you pretending to have deep love between mother and son now?
He is still living a good life without you."
Zhou Ci pursed her lips, she couldn't refute this.
The Song family can provide the best raising conditions for their children, as well as the love of the whole family. Without her as a mother, Song Yangzhi has grown up, smart and clever, and has a high emotional intelligence.
If you follow her, it may not be like this. And what Song Yangzhi told her about her father...
He said that his father would sleep with him, change his diapers, feed him milk at night, and make snacks for him...
It is undeniable that Song Bowan, as a father, is very competent.
"Bo Wang." After a long silence, Zhou Ci summoned up the courage to call out his name.
Song Bowan's fingers froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, staring at her coldly without saying a word.
At this moment, Zhou Ci suddenly raised his hand and gently grabbed his other arm.
At the same time, the pressure on her chin suddenly relaxed a lot.
Song Bowan's lips pursed into a straight line, and his shoulders and arms were stiff.
Back when they were passionately in love, when Zhou Ci was trying to make him happy, it was like this every time, grabbing one of his arms with both hands and shaking it gently.
No matter how angry he was, as long as she coaxed him like this, he would calm down quickly.
But things changed and people changed, and she never acted coquettishly with him like she did back then.
The strange yet familiar movements brought back many memories of his youth, and Song Bowang forgot to throw her away for a moment.
"Bo Wang." Zhou Ci called him again, with tiredness and pleading in his hoarse voice, "I don't want anything. It doesn't matter even if Yang Zhi doesn't know that I am his mother. I just want to see him... from time to time.
Just looking at him makes me very satisfied."
Her posture was very low, even humbler than every time she begged him before.
Song Bowan's heartbeat paused for a second, and he was almost confused by her pitiful appearance.
He looked down at the two hands on his arms and said calmly, "I'm going to get married soon."
As soon as he said this, the photos of him and Luo Xiyao flashed through Zhou Ci's mind. Her eyes became sore and she tried hard to hold back the tears.
Song Bowan continued in a cold voice, "My future wife is the mother of my son."
"I know that I won't let Yang Zhi recognize me." Zhou Ci said, "I just want to meet him regularly. I won't disturb the relationship between you and your wife."
When the words "your wife" were mentioned, Zhou Ci's emotions reached a critical point and tears fell down.
Song Bowang's heart tightened, he grabbed her wrist with his backhand and asked, "Are you looking for a man?"
Zhou Ci was confused by this sudden question and looked at him with a tear-stained face.
Song Bowang: "I asked you if you have found a man?"
Zhou Ci shook her head gently. She had been working all these years since she left. After experiencing so much, she still had no desire to fall in love...
However, she and Song Bowan were talking about children. Why did Song Bowan suddenly ask this?
When Zhou Cizheng was confused, Song Bowan suddenly grabbed her arm and led her towards the bed.
Soon, Zhou Ci was pressed on the bed by Song Bowan, their noses were almost touching each other, and they could smell each other's breath.
Zhou Ci's heartbeat suddenly became chaotic. The familiar smell of the man made her head spin. She raised her hand and pressed it against his shoulder, "You want..."
"I can let you see your son," Song Bo interrupted Zhou Ci with an evil smile on his face, "On condition that you become my lover."
Zhou Ci's movements froze, "What...what?"
Song Bowang: "We haven't seen each other for several years. Have you become deaf?"
Of course, there was nothing wrong with Zhou Ci's ears. She was just surprised by Song Bo's words. What does it mean to be his lover?
Zhou Ci was stunned for a long time, and then Qiqi Aiai said, "Aren't you getting married?"
Song Bo smiled uninhibitedly, "So we are lovers."
This time Zhou Ci understood clearly that he wanted her to be the woman he raised outside.
This request, to Zhou Ci, was more excessive than any humiliation.
Zhou Ci was so stimulated by these words that he couldn't make a sound for a long time. Later, Song Bowan lost his patience and said, "If you don't want to, forget it."
"You're getting married..." Zhou Ci reminded him, "You're getting married."
"So what if you get married? Isn't this kind of thing very common in the industry?" Song Bo sneered, looking unconcerned, "Why, are you afraid that my future wife will come to you?"
Song Bowan's hand touched her face, "It's not like you to be so shameless."
Zhou Ci held his hand and asked in a low voice, "Can you...not get married?"