Wen Lu's indifference to nursery rhymes was obvious even to her as a mother. She had the gentlemanly demeanor she should have, but she didn't have the warmth and love for his wife.

She originally thought that time would be the best blending agent, but until three years later, she discovered that even the nursery rhyme who had always had a good temper and good character no longer wanted to be with Wen Lu.

Ms. Su thought that if there was a mistake, she was also an accomplice.

A girl like Tong Yao could have found a handsome and considerate husband to live a wonderful married life and have one or two babies as cute as Mo Mo. At least, her husband knew how to love others, and at least he would not be like her son.

Wen Lu is like this.

Ms. Su leaned against the wall outside the operating room and sighed, with a dim light in her eyes.

The rain was pouring outside, and the long sound, like a timeless sigh, reached her ears.

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Noon the next day.

Wen Lu, who was hungover, found out that something had happened to Tong Yao when he went home to change his clothes. He was sent to the hospital overnight.

He panicked. He didn't even have time to change his clothes. He rushed out of the villa smelling of alcohol and drove to the hospital.

The servant just said that Tongyao called for help on the balcony last night and was covered in blood.

At that moment, Wen Lu's heart seemed to be clenched and strangled by an invisible hand. His breathing became rapid and his legs became unsteady.

He rushed out and drove his car, running through several red lights and almost getting into an accident.

"Chi—" with a sound, the car stopped in the hospital courtyard, and he went straight to the inpatient department!

Wen Lu was still wearing the same dark-colored shirt he had left last night, with the buttons unbuttoned. There were watermark-like wine stains on the shirt. His hair was messy. Last night, he slept in a bar room.

The rain was still falling at noon, but it was light and drizzle, shrouding Anseong in a white mist.

Wen Lu went straight to the third floor from the stairs.

In the ward, I heard that his mother was staying with her.

His legs were weak, and he didn't know how he got here all the way. His haggard and decadent face showed a confused emotion, and there was some green stubble on his chin.

Wen Lu pushed the door open hard, and there was a lot of movement.

Upon entering the scene, Tong Yao was lying on the hospital bed. She had a needle inserted into the back of her hand and was drinking water.

The potion flowed down the tube into Tongyao's body, and the smell of alcohol filled the room.

Nursery Rhyme's hair was disheveled, and her dark hair formed a strong color contrast with the white sheets on the hospital bed. She was wearing a loose light blue hospital gown.

Ms. Su was startled by the sound of the door opening and stood up reflexively.

Wen Lu's eyes fell on Tong Yao, and he strode over.

Just as he was about to pounce on Tong Yao, Ms. Su stopped him one step ahead and didn't let him get close.

Wen Lu saw an unprecedented indifference in his mother. That kind of coldness was like ice in winter, with a great sense of alienation.

Ms. Su is not as tall as Wen Lu, but Wen Lu did not act rashly. He spoke with a trembling voice: "Yao Yao... what's wrong with Yao Yao?"

Last night before he left, he did something very ridiculous to Nursery Rhyme. He took her by force.

"Wen Lu, I have never been willing to slap you since I was a child, but today, do you know how much I want to slap you?" Ms. Su said in an extremely cold and harsh tone.

Wen Lu had never seen such a mother before. He clenched his fists and felt indescribable emotions in his heart.
Chapter completed!