You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 3307: Unhappy

His mother is too busy.

Busy dressing herself up and making her own life colorful.

His mother was a very beautiful and gentle woman.

His father was very tolerant of her.

His father felt that letting her marry a man who often went out on missions made her fear for him and wronged her.

His dad hired them part-time jobs, and when his dad wasn't at home, his mother didn't have to do anything, just do what she wanted to do every day.

When his father is at home, his father does the housework, cooking, washing, doing housework, and accompanying him.

Fucking fingers don't touch the spring water, as long as she is happy.

His dad never complained about his mother.

He's also very kind to his dad.

If his father hadn't sacrificed, maybe their family of three would have lived a normal life like this.

But his dad died.

Not long after his father died, his mother remarried.

When his stepfather made out with his mother, he never shy away from him.

From the few words they talked, he learned a message that he couldn't accept: the two of them had been in contact with his father for a long time.

His mother often slept with his stepfather when his father was still alive.

In the words of his stepfather, his father often goes out to perform tasks, and his mother is alone in the empty room, lonely and unbearable, and needs the nourishment of his stepfather's rain and dew.

They didn't shy away from him when they said these words.

I don't know if I don't see him in my eyes, or I think he's too young to understand.

He understands.

He can be like his dad, tolerant of his mother not to do housework, not to accompany him, not to love him.

But he couldn't stand his mother. When his dad was still alive, he cuckolded his dad, carried his dad on his back, and slept with other men.

His dad is a hero!

As a hero's wife, sleeping with two men at the same time, doesn't she **** think she's dirty?

He couldn't accept that his biological mother was such an unfaithful, unclean woman.

So, he would rather go to the poor mountain to find his grandma than stay by his mother's side.

At Gu's house, accompanied by his brothers and sisters, he lived a full and happy life every day.

He hadn't thought about these things for a long time.

But today, seeing Miao Xiaofei's familiar and unfamiliar face, the past was churning in his mind, and he silently clenched his fists.

Miao Xiaofei walked up to Police Officer Nie Yan, pulled the corners of her lips with effort, smiled at Police Officer Nie Yan, and said softly, "Little Police, Mommy is here to see you."

Police Nie Yan said expressionlessly, "Thank you."

"You child, why are you polite to your mother?" Miao Xiaofei reached out and wanted to touch him: "You are my son, isn't it right and proper for a mother to look after her own son?"

Police Nie Yan dodged and stepped aside: "Mom, go sit in the pavilion."

Miao Xiaofei's hand froze, and her smile froze on her face.

After a while, she withdrew her hand and smiled reluctantly: "Okay, we haven't seen each other for a long time, mother wants to take a good look at you."

The two sat down on the stone bench in the pavilion. Police Nie Yan looked at her bulging belly: "Are you about to give birth?"

"It's almost time," Miao Xiaofei unnaturally used her arms to cover her stomach, "the due date in June."

Police Nie Yan gave an "um" and didn't speak.

Miao Xiaofei smiled gently, "Little Police, you are about to have a younger sister, are you happy?"

"I'm not happy," Nie Yan said with an expressionless face, "This is the child of your stepfather and you, and it has nothing to do with me."