Chapter 953 - I don’t think she hurts at all (1/2)
Mommy…
Mommy…
The word “mommy” was like a needle that stabbed Zhou Yao’s brain repeatedly. He straightened his back and said with his deep and horse voice, “Stop crying. The Zhou’s do not cry like that?”
Zhou Sileng couldn’t take it anymore. He replied, “I resemble mommy! My mommy definitely cried a lot. You definitely made my mommy cry a lot. You deserve it. My mommy left you!”
The veins on Zhou Yao’s forehead bulged. He took a deep breath and warned with bloodshot eyes, “Zhou Sileng, shut up! If you say one more word to me, I will leave you by the side of the road!”
Zhou Sileng snorted and then kept quiet. From the looks of it, his daddy was not joking. He might really leave him by the side of the road. Zhou Sileng was a wise man who knew when to adapt to circumstances.
…
In the villa.
The maid opened the door and Zhou Sileng walked in. At this time, Mother Zhou rushed over to them. “Little Sileng, did you miss grandma? Let grandma kiss you.”
“Grandma, I thought you won’t be back till tomorrow?”
“I couldn’t rest assured about my little Sileng, so I came back early. How about it? Is my little Sileng pleasantly surprised?” As she spoke, Mother Zhou was stunned. She saw the red mark on Zhou Sileng’s face and immediately asked, “Sileng, what happened to your face? Did you fight with the other kids? This is unacceptable, who hit my precious grandson…”
“Grandma,” Zhou sileng stuffed the bag in his arms to Mother Zhou. “I was the one who started the fight. A group of them came at me but couldn’t even beat me.”
Zhou Sileng shrugged and chuckled lightly.
Then, Mother Zhou realize that his eyes and nose were red. This grandson of hers was usually very lively, polite, and well-behaved. So it was all the more heartbreaking to see him like this: a motherless child keeping everything to himself, burying his sorrows and sufferings in his heart.
Mother Zhou said with love and concern, “Sileng, what happened? Did you… cry, Grandma…”
“No, I’m heading upstairs.” Zhou Sileng took off and went upstairs.
Mother Zhou looked at the little guy’s back and felt both anxiety and heartache, “This…”
At this time, the servant’s voice sounded from behind, “Young Master.”
Mother Zhou turned around and saw that Zhou Yao had returned.
“Zhou Yao, you came back? Did you pick up little Sileng from school? Little Sileng seems low-spirited. It looks like he had cried for a very long time. What happened?”
Zhou Yao raised his head and glanced upstairs. He threw the car keys in his hand on the coffee table and then went upstairs with a straight face. “It’s okay, mom. Don’t think too much about it.”
Both the father and son had gone upstairs. Mother Zhou remained where she was, feeling anxious. She said to the maid, “Go and bring the driver, Uncle Wu, over. I need to know what happened.”
…
In the master bedroom, a handsome and tall figure stood on the balcony. The lights in the room were off, so it was very dark. His figure was shrouded in the faint moonlight, like a pine tree. However, no matter how gentle the moonlight was, it could not melt the cold aura around his body.