If you refuse to remarry, Mr. He, you are out

The boundless black enveloped him heavily.

Sink.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sound of bangs coming from far and near.

It looks like...someone is playing basketball.

"Bang... bang... bang bang bang!"

The rhythm is very chaotic, listening to the voice, it should be a child.

He Jinzhao opened his eyes curiously, and looked in the direction of the voice.

On a dark basketball court, there was only a beam of light hitting the basketball board, illuminating a little boy holding a huge basketball underneath.

The boy was about four or five years old, with immature facial features, but there was a hint of sadness between his brows.

He Jinzhao was a little curious.

Can such a small child have any troubles?

She couldn't help curling her thin lips, and smiled helplessly.

At this moment, a man who looked like a butler ran over from the darkness, grabbed the little boy's hand and said, "Young master, why are you here alone? If madam knows, you should be so worried!"

The little boy continued to pat the basketball nonchalantly, "Mom doesn't care about me. Mom is going to divorce Dad and leave me."

"This..." The butler's face froze, as if he was unwilling to bring up this topic, and then said, "Young master, these are not what you should think about. It's time to learn English, let's go back quickly. It's too late, young lady, what should I do?" Not happy anymore!"

The little boy reluctantly glanced at the basketball in his hand, and finally threw the basketball without saying anything, turned around and walked into the darkness.

And the thrown basketball just bounced a few times on the ground, and finally rolled to He Jinzhao's feet.

He looked down at the ball for a moment, leaned over to pick it up, patted it twice, and threw it at the high basketball hoop.

"Clang clang."

The ball is in.

He didn't even look at it, turned around and followed the little boy.

By this time, He Jinzhao had already figured out that that little boy, wasn't he who he used to be?

The appearance looks a bit similar, the most important thing is the inherent indifference and alienation, as if it has already been engraved into the bone marrow.

Two or three steps into the darkness, and the basketball court behind me disappeared.

Instead, it was the living room of a villa.

The little boy was led in by the butler, and there was a young woman dressed in a luxurious dress sitting by the sofa.

"Young madam, the young master is back." The housekeeper said.

The young lady didn't even look at the little boy, she flipped through the newspaper in her hand with one hand, and took a sip from the teacup in front of her with the other.

"Go to class."

The short four words are her greatest patience with her own son.

The little boy just looked at his mother like this, neither said that he wanted to be hugged by his mother, nor cried, but turned around and left faster than the housekeeper after hearing this.

The housekeeper was startled, and then quickly followed, "Young master..."

From the beginning to the end, the young woman never raised her eyes to look at the child.

He Jinzhao, who was next to him, watched this scene, his heart was still silent, but after the little boy left, he glanced at the young woman again.

That was his biological mother.

Since he can remember, his mother has not had much enthusiasm and love for him.

Ninety percent of the time they are so indifferent.

At first, he thought it was because he was playful and didn't study hard, which made his mother unhappy, so he treated himself like this.

So he no longer looked forward to the days of playing, and studied day and night. He was already proficient in five languages ​​​​at the age of seven, won the International Mathematical Olympiad award, and won the national skiing championship.

There are countless awards like this.

Every time grandma saw these awards, she hugged him and praised him for a long time.

When he brought these certificates to his mother, he only got a simple sentence from his mother, "En."

There is always only one word.

No compliments, not even a cheer.

It wasn't until later that he gradually realized that his mother just didn't like him.

Such days continued until the eve of his eighth birthday.

The father, who had never been home, finally came back, had a big fight with his mother, and smashed everything in the house.

At a young age, he hid behind the door, didn't cry, just watched quietly.

The father's rage, the throbbing veins on his forehead, and the mother's unstoppable tears...

This picture was deeply imprinted in his childhood.

He seemed to suddenly understand that there is no happiness in this world at all.

He was never loved either...

Mother hated father, and hated him, too.

Early the next morning, his mother entered the kitchen for the first time, cooked a bowl of noodles for him, and touched his head with a smile, asking him to eat more.

He didn't say a word, but he ate the bowl of noodles and even the soup.

After that, the mother got her wish and divorced her father and went abroad.

On the day she left, she didn't bring anything, including him.

When she left, she only said one sentence, "Today, you are the son of the He family, and I can't take you away. Don't hate mom, okay?"

After finishing speaking, she pressed a kiss on his forehead, turned around and got into the car without looking back.

He still remembers that it was a white convertible car, Porsche.

As an adult, he, like all men, loved cars.

He has driven all kinds of cars, but he has never driven a Porsche.

Childhood memories can sometimes be rooted in the depths of memory.

The fear at that time may not necessarily be overcome when you grow up.

The obsession at that time can't be quit even when I grow up.

He has been so indifferent since he was a child, so that He Jinzhao thinks that is the right way...

Perhaps everyone's family, as well as their parents, also spent time in quarrels or cold violence.

The reason why he didn't reject Fang Tang's approach, and the reason why he tolerated her in every possible way, was that Fang Tang cooked a bowl of noodles for him once.

The taste is so similar to what his mother cooked for him back then.

Even Fang Tang didn't know about this...

She only felt that He Jinzhao's pampering herself was a sign of deep love for herself.

As everyone knows, this has nothing to do with love at all.

She just touched the softest part of He Jinzhao's heart.

He Jinzhao never thought of marrying her, it could even be said that he never thought of getting married himself.

The shadows of childhood filled his mind, and he always felt that marriage was terrible and full of quarrels...

Until I met Xiao Muyu.

That girl who broke into his world forcefully...

She is innocent, lovely, and enthusiastic, like a little sun, illuminating the darkest corners of his heart.

Therefore, when she expressed that she wanted to have a family, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he gritted his teeth to overcome it.

He wanted to give her a home.

Can……

Inexplicable, perhaps life is one after another reincarnation.

After he got married, he unconsciously continued what his father had done...