The black-hearted boss has dropped his vest again

Chapter 662 Your Son Has Died Long Ago
You should exercise regularly, even when you are relaxed, you can see particularly obvious muscle bulges on those bare arms.

His figure is thin, but he looks very powerful, and he has the aura of a practicing family.

Looking at it, her eye sockets couldn't help but turn red.

Sniffing softly, he draped his shirt over his body.

She didn't dare to move, because one hand was covered with an iron chain, and she was afraid that if she made a noise, the woman would beat her again.

Shi Ji walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, and asked his servants to prepare breakfast for him.

Since he was sitting facing this side, Ziling could see his face clearly.

She looks somewhat similar to Shi Minghu, with a somewhat unruly expression.

But in terms of appearance, this man is quite attractive, making people feel that he is handsome and full of wildness.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat except for sleeping. Your mother and I have been bullied to come home, and you didn't even say hello. How did I give birth to a son like you?!"

A roar made Zi Ling tremble in fright.

But Shi Ji smiled disdainfully, and said something that everyone did not expect.

"What does it have to do with me?"

"It's nothing to do with you?"

Li Huiru was about to be laughed at by him, disappointed and painful at the same time, "Shiji, don't forget who gave you your current life. If I didn't find out about this early, when she enters the room one day, you Do you think you have any good fruit to eat?"

The mother and son quarreled, and the servants trembled with fright.

Since I am making lunch now, the kitchen has ready-made white fungus and lily soup, so I sent a copy to Shi Ji first.

Shi Ji changed his posture, leaned on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, took a bite with a spoon, and then said slowly: "Isn't the man in your hands now?"

The implication is that everything has been dealt with, why are you arguing with him?
"According to what you said, no matter what your father treats me, you don't care, do you?"

Shi Ji ignored her anger and continued to eat white fungus and lily soup.

"How capable are you, what else do you want me to do?"

Li Huiru was almost pissed off by him, "Do you have to talk to me in such a weird way?"

"What else? How would you like me to talk to you?"

Shi Ji drank the rest of the bowl in one gulp, and Duang threw the bowl on the coffee table with a bang, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and stood up.

Lifting his long arm, he pointed to the stairs opposite, "Don't talk to me about the deep love between mother and child. Your son has already died with the accident that year. I don't want to care about the shitty things about you two Tube."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left the house.

Li Huiru was indeed stunned in place, unable to recover for a long time.

The servants in the family didn't even dare to show their anger, and they didn't even dare to come forward to ask her to have lunch.

Li Huiru sat on the sofa in a daze, tears rolling in her eyes.

Since when did this home no longer feel like home.

Her son... actually hates her so much?
She turned her head slowly, her body was as stiff as a wooden figure.

Looking at the crystal staircase like a mirror with empty eyes, his thoughts have drifted away.

She still remembered what it was like when they first moved into this house. Although her family was also rich, it was from a small place after all, and it was completely incomparable with Shi's family.

Not to mention Shi Minghu, who grew up in a single-parent family and relied on his mother to borrow money for school.

At that time, the old man was seriously ill, and he did not know where he learned about the existence of Shi Minghu and his son.

For a wish, regardless of the old woman's objection, they were all brought to Chenjing Shi's house.

(End of this chapter)