Chapter 1101 I Don’t Care Anymore

Song Hefeng smiled softly, and he sat on the chair in despair.

Immediately, he turned to look at Lan Xiao, with a hint of apology in his eyes: "Lan Xiao, I'm sorry for getting you involved in this accident. You go first, and I will take care of the rest. I'm sorry, I I apologize to you on behalf of my mother and hope you can forgive her because she loves her son."

Lan Xiao sighed, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

She didn't know whether the medicine Mrs. Song gave her was very powerful.

After all, calling an ambulance is the right choice.

"I called the doctor for you. Someone will take you to the hospital later... This matter is not your fault. You don't have to feel guilty. But Song Hefeng, I hope you can take good care of your mother. Don't let her do something to offend me a second time. This time, for the sake of our classmates, I choose to forgive her. If it happens again, don't blame me for being rude..."

Song Hefeng's body gradually began to feel hot.

He gritted his teeth and smiled at Lan Xiao.

"Okay, thank you."

Lan Xiao said nothing, picked up his coat and bag and left the box.

In the box, Mrs. Song looked after Song Hefeng in a panic.

She looked at Song Hefeng's somewhat ugly face and asked cautiously: "Hefeng, how do you feel now? How about mom find a clean girl for you? If you go to the hospital for treatment and inject drugs, after all, it will damage the body... …”

A trace of anger flashed in Song Hefeng's eyes and he pushed Mrs. Song away.

He held on to the seat and stood up staggeringly.

"Mom, haven't you realized the wrong things you did until now?"

Mrs. Song was stunned. She looked at Song Hefeng and then asked with a smile.

"Wrong thing? What's wrong with me? I did all this for your own good. You know, mom is the person who loves you most in the world. As long as you like it, mom will try her best to fight for you... Why don’t you understand mom’s painstaking efforts?”

Song Hefeng smiled sadly and looked up at the chandelier above his head.

"Ha...for my own good? Ever since you were a child, you have always used this excuse no matter what you do. Mom, do you know? Over the years, your love has made me feel suffocated. I can hardly breathe, I feel that sometimes I am just a waste while living under your wings."

"Do you think those things you did are for my good? In fact, they are just to satisfy your own selfish and self-righteous motherly love... You don't love me, you are just satisfying yourself. I like Lan Xiao, yes, But I don’t want to see her in pain and sadness. Mom, have you ever thought about what would be the final consequences if Lan Xiao didn’t discover you drugging you this time? "

Mentioning Lan Xiao, a trace of jealousy flashed in Mrs. Song's eyes.

It's all this woman. If it weren't for her, her relationship with her son wouldn't have become so bad.

Mrs. Song bit her lip and snorted coldly: "What could be the result? She has become your woman... Naturally, she and Wen Muchu can no longer be together. How could the future president want a woman with a dirty body? ? Lan Xiao, her last choice can only be you... Then, won't you be able to get what you want and be with her forever? "

Song Hefeng listened to Mrs. Song's self-deceptive words, and he looked at Mrs. Song with disappointment.

The light in his eyes dimmed inch by inch at this moment.

"Ha... got what you wanted? To be with her forever? Mom, you are too naive to think. Believe me, if your plan succeeds, you, me, including the entire Song family, we will all be in catastrophe. Hell. Wen Muchu... will definitely kill us all."

"And I will never be able to forgive myself...even if Wen Muchu doesn't have to take action, I will personally forgive Lan Xiao. What should I use to forgive? It's just my humble life..."

Mrs. Song's eyes were full of surprise, and she almost didn't want to think about that ending.

She shook her head and retorted with some collapse.

"No...it can't be like that...it can't...Son, you just like Lan Xiao, you just have a good impression of her. How could you end your own life in order to forgive her? You You can't do this, your mother gave birth to you and raised you, so you have no right to treat yourself so cruelly."

Song Hefeng smiled sadly, and glanced at Mrs. Song sadly.

"Yes... Mom is right. I was born and raised by you. My life cannot be decided by myself... I shouldn't have my own thoughts and feelings, and I don't dare to have my own. of life..."

Mrs. Song's heart suddenly trembled.

There was severe pain in my heart.

She shook her head at Song Hefeng: "No, that's not what mom meant."

Song Hefeng was completely disappointed with Mrs. Song. He sneered and replied: "What's the point? Mom, if you think I shouldn't have my own thoughts and life, then you can continue to control my life. Anyway, I don’t care anymore…”

Mrs. Song was confused, and she didn't understand for a long time what Song Hefeng's last sentence of "it doesn't matter" meant.

Someone outside pushed the door open, and Song Qiaoqiao rushed in with someone.

She glanced at Mrs. Song, who looked confused, and then supported Song Hefeng, who was on the verge of collapse and whose whole body was as hot as fire.

"Japanese wind..."

"Sister, take me to the hospital..." Song Hefeng raised his lips and smiled at Song Qiaoqiao, then his vision went dark and he passed out completely.

Song Qiaoqiao was frightened and shouted to the doctor quickly.

The doctor came with Song Qiaoqiao, and they quickly checked on Song Hefeng's condition.

Immediately, several people carried Song Hefeng onto a stretcher and out of the box.

Song Qiaoqiao's footsteps slowly stopped when she reached the door.

She looked at Mrs. Song who was still stunned and motionless in the room.

"Mother, let me send someone to take you home..."

Mrs. Song's eyes glanced at Song Qiaoqiao coldly.

"Send me home? I went home and asked you to stay in the hospital to take care of Hefeng. Do you want to use this to drive a wedge between our mother and son? Let me tell you, I will never give you such a chance... hum..."

Mrs. Song said, picked up her bag, and stumbled out of the box in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Song Qiaoqiao looked at Mrs. Song's disappearing back, she pursed her lips and smiled bitterly.

"Distancing your mother-son relationship? You and Hefeng are mother and son, what about you and I? Aren't we mother and daughter?"

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After returning to the ward, Wen Muchu saw Lan Xiao's expression was bad and asked her what happened.

In order to prevent him from losing his temper again, Lan Xiao didn't tell him.

Let’s just say that Mrs. Song is really a disgusting old witch.

Although Lan Xiao didn't say anything, Wen Muchu was not a fool.

He knew that something must have happened, but Lan Xiao didn't want to say it.

He didn't force Lan Xiao, and he never asked about it again.

However, while Lan Xiao was away, he immediately called Gu Ci and asked him to investigate the matter.