Mrs. Young, Her A Has Exploded All Over the World

After letting Fu Xiaobei take Zhao Pinsheng and Meng Qingping away, Zhao Lijue and Shen Xiaodiu glanced at each other, and then said: "Li Xinjue, Li Xinyue has already told us about your back hand, so don’t think you really can Escape the sanctions of the law."

Li Xinjue's expression did not change in any way, "Oh? Back hand, what back hand? I am ready to go to hell. Where can I find back hand?"

Zhao Lijue stared at him calmly, trying to stare a little from his face.

Zhao Lijue said: "There is no best, at least it can make you die decently."

He took Shen Xiaodiu's hand, and Shen Xiaodiu looked up at him. The two of them were too lazy to talk nonsense to Li Xinjue and left directly.

Li Xinjue looked at their backs, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Yes, even in this kind of panic and fear, even if he really died, they would still live in fear.

...

"Son, I only recognize you as a son. I won't believe what your father said to me, don't worry." Seeing Zhao Lijue and Shen Xiaodiu coming out of the prison, Meng Qingping, who was waiting outside, greeted them.

Zhao Pinsheng got in the car and looked out the window, "Your mother really doesn't believe it, don't worry."

Don't worry, what's the worry?

I don't know what he meant by this emphasis.

But for Zhao Lijue, it doesn't matter whether Meng Qingping believes it or not, he will not trust Meng Qingping at all.

Seeing that Zhao Lijue did not return, Zhao Pinsheng asked the driver to slide down the car window and drove away.

Shen Xiaodiu and Zhao Lijue held hands and looked up at the sky. During this period, Dongling would occasionally snow intermittently, but it was not enough today, and the sky was clean and gray.

She believes that the matter will be over soon, all the hatred and pain will be buried together, and the rest is happiness.

...

Returning to the Zhao family compound, Meng Qingping still stressed to him uneasy, "Son, you have to believe me, I only treat you as my son, so I don't believe those nonsense."

Zhao Lijue raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, "I know, you really only have one son in your heart, even if you have amnesia now, you don't want to recognize my son, you don't need to emphasize it anymore."

Meeting his cold eyes, Meng Qingping was stunned, and did not recover for a long time.

"I...I mean, I only recognize your son, not the one in prison..."

Zhao Lijue did not intend to continue listening to her explanation. Meng Qingping's lips moved, and she seemed to be able to detect that her son really hated and rejected him. If it weren't for her mother's identity, he might even have the opportunity to talk to him. nor.

When she first woke up, she still didn't understand why her son's attitude toward her was cold.

Later, she saw Shen Xiaodiu appear, her son was so kind to Shen Xiaodiu, she just thought that her son had a daughter-in-law and had forgotten his mother.

Never thought, Zhao Pinsheng told her a lot today, saying that their real son had already been sent to prison at home.

He is a devil who is deceiving and committing a crime, intending to kill his brother and murder his father.

And the injury on her head must have been caused by the son now.

Meng Qingping didn't believe it, how could she do such a thing? If she really had two sons, as a mother, how could she be cruel and throw away one of the children who fell from her belly.

"Xiao Diu." Meng Qingping saw Shen Xiao Diu going upstairs and stopped her.

Shen Xiaodiu stopped and looked back at the middle-aged woman. Only then did she discover that Meng Qingping seemed to be much older.

"Can I tell you a few words?" Meng Qingping pleaded a little.

Shen Xiaodiu hesitated, then looked back at Zhao Lijue, holding his broad palm, "My dear, you go up first, I will say a few words to her."

Zhao Lijue didn't say anything, nodded, and went straight upstairs.

Meng Qingping hurriedly took Shen Xiaodiu's hand and sat down on the sofa, looking awkward, and stopped talking.

Finally, she made up her mind to ask.

"is that true?"

"What is true?" Shen Xiaodiu vaguely guessed what she was asking, but he still clarified what she meant.

Meng Qingping’s face showed unprecedented grief and regret, "I discarded my son..."