You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 5881: Abandoned

When his wife nodded and agreed to marry him, he thought he was the happiest man in the world.

He swore that he would take good care of his wife and make her the happiest woman in the world.

Love is no match for reality.

After he married his wife, his mother said that he felt sick and wanted to move in with him.

He is the only child, his father died early, his mother raised him with hardships and hardships alone, and it is what he must do to support his mother, and of course he has to agree.

So, he took his mother over.

Since then, his world has been turned upside down.

My mother doesn't like his wife's poor health. She doesn't go to work, she doesn't even do housework, and she spends a lot of money every month to hire a nanny to serve them.

But his wife was in bad health, he knew for a long time.

His wife is a delicate flower raised by his father-in-law and mother-in-law. He can't stand the wind and rain, he always knew.

But he loves his wife like that, and he doesn't mind.

It doesn't matter that his wife doesn't work, he doesn't want his wife to go out to work at all.

His wife is introverted and happy. He grows flowers at home every day, reads books, and seldom goes out. As soon as he gets home, he can see his wife and he will feel very happy.

It's okay if his wife doesn't do housework, doesn't she have a babysitter?

His wife doesn't have to cook and wash his clothes for him. As long as he returns from work after a day, his wife gives him a smile, picks up his coat, and pours him a glass of water, and he will feel extremely happy.

But don't **** understand.

My mother often accuses Sang of scolding Huai, calling his wife a sick child, a burden, a poor eater, and many, many unpleasant words.

He couldn't listen anymore. He defended his wife for a few words, and his mother kept crying, crying that it was not easy for a widowed woman to drag him, crying that he married his wife and forgot his mother.

He can't provoke his mother, so he can only coax his wife and tell his wife not to care about his mother.

At that time, he was too young and had too little life experience. He chose the worst way to deal with it, which made his wife suffer too many grievances and died of depression.

As he got older and experienced more, he knew that he was wrong back then, and he lived in regret and pain every day.

Finding his son, finding his son back, and making good compensation for his son became his obsession.

In this life, if he can't find his son, he won't be able to close his eyes.

Fortunately, God is pitiful, he found his son, but his son was abandoned.

His son can go all day without talking to anyone if no one talks to him.

He hides in his own world, refusing to communicate with others.

Seeing that his son who looks like his deceased wife was brought up like this, and then seeing his son's body covered with scars, his whole body collapsed.

He wanted to go back to the past and kill the one who was trying to appease his mother who wronged his wife, and the one who succumbed to his mother's hunger strike and stopped asking where his mother and son were sent.

Knowing that his son would suffer so much, even if he turned the sky over, he would force his mother to tell his son's whereabouts!

There is no regret medicine in the world, and it's too late to think about it now.

What he can do now is to compensate his son well, to change his son's character, so that his son can live independently in the future.

Otherwise, what will happen to his son after a hundred years?

Qi Su lowered his head and didn't react at all to his concerns.

Qi Chengyan looked at him for a long time, but didn't get any response from him. He sighed in disappointment and looked at Gu Junzhu: "Xiaozhu, then I'll go back first, and Xiaosu will trouble you later!"

Gu Jun nodded: "Don't worry, Brother Qi, I will take good care of Xiaosu."

After sending Qi Chengyan away, Gu Junzhu returned to the room, raised his hand to pick up the things on the desk, Qi Su, who was standing beside him, squatted down, holding his head in his hands, trembling.

Gu Junzhu: "..."