little beast

Shen Chengan: ...

She knew everything, but she still pretended to be ignorant to test Shen Chengan's loyalty. They were not like mother and son at all, but more like master and servant.

Shen Chengan should understand that since Maria found out about her daughter, she was able to follow Sheng Shuangxu's body.

It was difficult for Shen Chengan to hide any secrets from this controlling woman.

It's still too late, Maria still doesn't know the contract between Shen Chengan and Sheng Shuangxu, nor the shady deal between them.

——However, what if she knew?Shen Chengan is now 25 years old, he is not under the control of others, he is not penniless, even Maria needs to rely on her son to obtain the shares of the family business.

His mom is difficult, but he doesn't want to obey her all the time.

Shen Chengan had the confidence to not care.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you and Sheng Shuangxu?" But just this was enough to make Maria sullen, "Why do you associate with him? He has been corrupted by demons, he A devil who rapes his own students."

Shen Chengan said without changing his expression: "He is my teacher, I will take him in for a while before he finds a job."

Maria didn't like his rhetoric.

Maria said: "My son cannot mix with people like that, he will infect you with contamination."

Shen Chengan glanced at the bitter face of Jesus on Mary's chest, and did not continue to explain.

Shen Chengan chose to remain silent, Maria sometimes couldn't change his tough attitude, after all she only had this one child.

"Well," Maria said with a sigh, "I want to meet him."

"As an open-minded parent, it is also necessary to show him three years of care. Without him, my son would not be so normal."

Shen Chengan: ...

Maria poked at the deepest pain in Shen Chengan's heart.

Shen Chengan couldn't hide his anger anymore, even though Maria didn't care about his emotions, and even felt proud of his jumping feet.

No, it was the pain of the past. Maria could no longer throw him abroad, nor could she force him to undergo any homosexual treatment.

Shen Chengan still couldn't help gritting his teeth and said: "How long will you stay here? Will you guide my office decoration inch by inch?"

Maria gave another contemptuous smile similar to her own son's, and said, "I will go to see him, and I will go now."

"Put down your resentful face, son, you look exactly like your rotten father with your fangs exposed."

Maria knew how to make Shen Chengan even more angry, comparing him to that man was an insult to Shen Chengan.

Shen Chengan laughed angrily, and said: "I know that the blood of a rotten person is flowing on my body, what about you? What are you who are obsessed with taking the initiative to have a son with that kind of person?"

Maria showed a sad expression on a rare occasion, but this expression was fleeting. She blinked at her son who was also eloquent.

"It's just that the mother went to meet her son's teacher. He is your teacher, not your lover."

"Alex, you've been healed, stop acting like a disgusting gay."

Oh, by the way, Shen Chengan missed one point, Maria can't lay hands on her now powerful son, but she can lay hands on Sheng Shuangxu.

Shen Chengan rubbed his chin, as long as Sheng Shuangxu was still alive, no matter how far he fled, Shen Chengan would be able to catch him back, because their contract hadn't ended yet.

As for what Maria would do to Sheng Shuangxu, Shen Chengan didn't care.He knew his mother, and Maria wouldn't bring a death lawsuit.

For him, this is just a small trouble.But it can deflate Maria.

Shen Chengan thought this way, as if he had gained the upper hand mentally in this mother-son game, he gradually calmed down, and responded to his mother with a nonchalant tone, as if she was the only one who cared about this matter.

Shen Chengan said sarcastically: "As you go, although I didn't give you the key, you must have a spare."

"I hope you and Teacher Sheng can have a good chat. On the topic of homosexuality, you should have a lot of common topics."

Sheng Shuangxu had a long dream.

After Sheng Yuwei's death, his nightmare seemed to be stopped, and after Shaoqing died, he had another nightmare from the age of 23.

His nightmare is nothing more than a patchwork of those elements: Shao Qing who fell to his death from a building, the scars on Sheng Yuwei's wrists, and the broken vase.

This time, he dreamed of Sheng Yuwei.

The first time Sheng Yuwei attempted suicide—no, it was when Sheng Shuangxu first discovered suicide. Sheng Shuangxu was 16 years old, and he was a freshman in college at that time.

Sheng Shuangxu was studying in a normal school. Since his family broke down, it was difficult to maintain the daily expenses of him and his sister. His father complained about their expenses all the time, so he was forced to move out with Sheng Yuwei to rent.

Only mother Ning Shihui would worry about calling from time to time, but other than that, this cowardly and weak woman couldn't do anything for them.

Sheng Shuangxu is very strong, and he is also smart enough. In order to finish his studies earlier, he skipped a few levels, and he can also find time to work and subsidize his family.

It was windy and snowy outside, and Sheng Shuangxu's part-time restaurant had to close early due to the weather.

The cold snowflakes melted on the tip of Sheng Frost's nose, and his frozen fingers gradually regained consciousness at room temperature, swollen and itchy.

Sheng Shuangxu pushed open the bathroom door, and the ticking sound of the unscrewed faucet was accompanied by the creaking sound of the dilapidated wooden door.

Sheng Yuwei was leaning against the bathtub with her arms under her pillow, her hair was wet and sticky against her cheeks, water droplets dripped from her forehead and hung on her eyelashes.

Her entire forearm was soaked in the bathtub, blood seeped from the cut wrist, and a coquettish blood flower bloomed in the water.

Her curled fingertips floated on the water, slightly swollen and wrinkled from soaking, her complexion was pale to transparent.

She was so small that the water in the bathtub nearly submerged her.

Sheng Yuwei is the younger sister of Sheng Shuangxu. She is very beautiful, but she is overweight because of being too thin. She does not go to school very early. I can only do my best to find a way to support my sister.

Even though his sister wanted to give up her life again and again, he could only try to save her back again and again.

The 16-year-old Sheng Shuangxu stopped the bleeding for her, and carried Sheng Yuwei to the hospital alone. He took a deep breath, trying to numb his senses enough to handle these things calmly.

Sheng Shuangxu's legs were already numb from the cold, and his trousers soaked in snow were sticky to his calves.

The water-absorbed cotton coat fell heavily on him, and Sheng Frost supported the window sill of the corridor with his hands, watching his breath hit the glass, forming a small cloud of white mist.

The pain and resentment that had been suppressed for many years and could not be expressed in front of Sheng Yuwei gushed out at this moment. Sheng Shuangxu fastened to the marble window sill, his slightly long nails turned white and cracked with his strength, and he pressed his forehead against it. On the glass covered with water vapor but still cold, I saw myself with bloodshot eyes.

Thanks to Sheng Shuangxu's timely arrival, Sheng Yuwei didn't lose much blood.She quickly regained consciousness and sat on the hospital bed with her back against the railing and one knee curled up.

Sheng Yuwei got a cigarette from somewhere, and when Sheng Shuangxu got her emotions together and walked into the ward, her pale and weak fingers were tremblingly holding the cigarette butt to her mouth, Sheng Yuwei sighed, groping for a lighter, She didn't care about the edema caused by the sliding and misplaced infusion needle in her hand.

Sheng Shuangxu knocked on the low cabinet next to the hospital bed. He wanted to treat his sister as a normal person, a normal person like him, so he said equally nonchalantly, "You can't smoke here."

She was so skinny that Sheng Shuangxu felt that nicotine alone could kill her.

Sheng Yuwei spat out the smoke helplessly, and pulled out the needle in her hand. She pulled a blood-red thread on the back of her swollen hand, and a red spot soaked out of the gauze wrapped around her wrist. A row of beads of liquid was spilled on the floor.

Sheng Shuangxu pulled up a chair and sat down. He picked up the cigarette that Sheng Yuwei had spit out, and said, "Take your medicine well... At least you can live well, okay?"

Sheng Yuwei looked out of the window and said calmly, "I will try my best."

She always looked so plain, so indifferent that Sheng Shuangxu even felt that she had lost her feelings.

It seemed that since that incident, her sister had died, leaving only this world-weary and impersonal shell.

Sheng Yuwei once tried to pretend to be like a normal person, but almost all failed.

Sheng Shuangxu tried to calm himself down, but his words were still trembling and he said, "I—I've always felt guilty, I don't want to mention this, but if it wasn't—"

"Don't talk about it, it wasn't your fault in the first place, brother." Sheng Yuwei interrupted Sheng Shuangxu's next words, her nails clenched her palm tightly, and the blood on the back of her hand gradually solidified.

Sheng Yuwei continued: "I have come out of this matter a long time ago. It is you who have not been able to get out of it. My illness has nothing to do with that matter."

It was snowing heavily outside the window, there were not many busy people in the hospital, and the surrounding area was quiet. The snow crushed the slender branches and brought a soft click.Sheng Yuwei watched the branch fall, and when it disappeared from sight, she looked away.

"Brother, don't tell mom, even if I die..." Sheng Yuwei raised the corners of her bloodless lips, "She's going to cry again."

Sheng Shuangxu clenched her lower lip, unable to utter a word.He was quite powerless in front of the same stubborn Sheng Yuwei, and the memories of his childhood swept over him again, and he couldn't break through this psychological shackle at all.

Sheng Shuangxu wanted to grab the thin shoulder in front of her and spit out the reality - did she think their mother didn't know?Mom knew everything, she cried for a long time after that day, but she still couldn't leave Sheng Zongyu—but he couldn't expose Sheng Yuwei regardless, he needed Sheng Yuwei to live by deceiving himself and others.

Sheng Yuwei knew that Sheng Shuangxu couldn't say anything, so she sighed and said, "I want to go home."