Chapter 438 I decided to marry Zhiwu】

"You said...what?"

Sheng Zhiwu thought, he obviously didn't say what was in his heart, how could Ye Mei answer the question in his heart?

It seems that this always happens.

He just thought about it and never asked Ye Mei for it.

But Ye Mei could always say what he wanted to hear and give him everything he wanted.

Pull him out of the darkness and embrace the light.

"Why are you so stupid?"

Ye Mei patted his forehead and said, "I said, Sheng Zhiwu, you can't continue to live like this."

"But I...there is no way..."

Sheng Zhiwu moved his lips, and felt powerless after he finished speaking.

Yes, he really had no choice.

It's not that he didn't resist.

But the result was that his mother almost died.

Sheng Zhiwu knew that his mother didn't love him and that she only had that scumbag in her heart.

But he would also think of when he was a child, his mother drank too much outside, came back and hugged him who was shivering because of the cold, and said, "Baby, be good, go to sleep."

His mother's embrace was really warm, so that he would no longer be unable to fall asleep because of the cold.

That was what he longed for most when he was a child.

The love of his family.

Sheng Zhiwu's eyes were red, he really didn't know what to do, his mother could love herself a little more, and stop dying for that man!

He could accept that his mother didn't love him, but he really didn't want to see his mother ruin herself again!

"It's okay, I have a way."

Ye Mei rarely saw Sheng Zhiwu cry, and she didn't know how to comfort people, so she was a little at a loss. Finally, she hugged Sheng Zhiwu in her arms, patted his back, and said like she coaxed her brother when she was a child, "I have a way, don't be sad."

The moment Ye Mei hugged him tightly, the fragrance of the woman's body floated, as if it had a calming effect, but because of the warmth of this hug, Sheng Zhiwu couldn't stop crying.

He hugged Ye Mei tightly and cried silently.

He had been neglected since he was a child, and he understood a truth early on.

No one would feel sorry for him even if he cried loudly.

Therefore, Sheng Zhiwu stopped crying a long time ago.

Even if he cried, he cried silently.

Just like now, he hugged Ye Mei tightly, trembling all over, his tears wet Ye Mei's clothes, but he didn't make any sound.

Ye Mei had seen her parents cry, her sister and brother cry, and many people cry.

These people cried with sound.

Unlike the one in her arms, there was no sound at all.

But this silent sorrow made her feel even more distressed.

Ye Mei suddenly remembered that she had mistakenly thought that her care for Sheng Zhiwu was just out of excessive maternal love a long time ago.

Later, when she found out that she looked at Sheng Zhiwu with the eyes of a woman looking at a man, and that she actually had a romantic relationship with Sheng Zhiwu, Ye Mei realized that her sympathy for Sheng Zhiwu had nothing to do with the so-called maternal love.

It was simply because Sheng Zhiwu, a seemingly heartless male fox, was actually a small fox dog after taking off his disguise. His usual pretense was just to cover up his weakness and helplessness.

When she subconsciously sympathized with Sheng Zhiwu's fragility, she had already fallen in love with him.

…

"Close your eyes."

Ye Mei brought a hot towel and put it on Sheng Zhiwu's face. She said, "My sister said that if you cry too hard, you should apply hot compress immediately, otherwise your eyes will swell and your face will hurt."

"Is there such a thing?"

Sheng Zhiwu's voice sounded from under the towel, sounding a little muffled, "I don't know."

Ye Mei said, "Don't talk for a while, I'll write a list, you sign it after you finish."

"List?"

Sheng Zhiwu was puzzled, thinking that there was something missing in the business, so he didn't ask, and obediently applied the towel with his head tilted back.

In the middle, Ye Mei changed the hot towel for him several times, and the stinging in his eyes and face finally eased.

When he took off the towel again, he felt refreshed.

Ye Mei rubbed his face and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

"No more."

Sheng Zhiwu felt that Ye Mei was just taking the opportunity to play with his face, so he sat down obediently and let Ye Mei ravage it, without piercing.

"That's good."

Ye Mei had enough fun, so she put away her hands, pushed two copies of the list in front of Sheng Zhiwu, put the pen in his hand, and said, "Write your name here."

Sheng Zhiwu took the pen and subconsciously glanced at the content on it. He couldn't help but be surprised: "This is..."

He read the content on the list several times.

"Didn't I say it?"

Ye Mei said, "I have a way to solve your problem."

Sheng Zhiwu thought about it, signed his name, and handed the list to Ye Mei, "I believe you."

Ye Mei put the list in her arms and smiled at him: "Let's go to your house!"

...

Sheng Zhiwu's house.

The floor was in a mess.

Sheng Zhiwu's clothes and luggage were thrown everywhere, as if they had been rummaged through.

Sheng's mother sat on the sofa with a gloomy face.

On the coffee table in front of her, there was a fruit knife.

She stared at the fruit knife and rolled up her sleeves, revealing the deep and shallow marks on it.

Sheng's mother picked up the fruit knife, gestured on her wrist, and her eyes fell on the closed door.

She was waiting. Waiting

for Sheng Zhiwu to come home.

"Click."

At this moment, there was a sound like a key being inserted into a door lock.

Sheng's mother's heart was lifted, and the fruit knife in her hand was closer to her wrist.

The next second, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Just as Sheng's mother was about to take action, she suddenly saw a beautiful woman step into the room. Seeing her flexing her wrist with a fruit knife, she seemed to have seen something happy. She suddenly smiled and waved at her: "Yo."

"???"

What the hell are you talking about!

Sheng's mother almost swore. She stood up from the sofa and looked at Ye Mei at the door in disbelief: "Why are you here?!"

"I'm here to visit my future mother-in-law."

Ye Mei walked into the house with a basket of fruit in her hand.

Sheng Zhiwu followed her into the house. After seeing the fruit knife in Sheng's mother's hand, his pupils shrank, but he pursed his lips and closed the door with his backhand without making a sound.

"What did you say?"

Sheng's mother thought she had misheard. "Future mother-in-law? What do you mean?"

"Literally."

Ye Mei put the fruit basket on the coffee table and bowed to Sheng's mother. She said, "Hello, mother-in-law. I have decided to marry Zhiwu!"

Sheng's mother almost fainted when she heard this. Ye Mei wanted to marry her son?

"I don't agree!"

Sheng's mother waved the fruit knife in her hand excitedly, her emotions were intense.

How could she let Ye Mei into her house? Sheng's

mother was stumped every time she came into contact with Ye Mei. She knew better than anyone that Ye Mei was very difficult to deal with.

If Ye Mei married Sheng Zhiwu, she would definitely eat her son to death, and she would never get anything good in the future!

Mother Sheng yelled at Sheng Zhiwu, "If you dare to marry her, I will die in front of you!"

After saying that, Mother Sheng even cut a gash on her wrist. Although it was a shallow cut, the blood-red color was particularly dazzling on Mother Sheng's fair wrist!

Sheng Zhiwu couldn't help but yell, "Mom!"

Mother Sheng couldn't help but smile smugly. She knew that her son was soft-hearted and would never watch her die.

"Really?"

Unexpectedly, Ye Mei at the side showed a happy look, just like when she just entered the door, she saw her gesturing with a fruit knife, "Then hurry up!"

Ye Mei's impatient words froze the smile on Mother Sheng's lips.

This woman...

seems to be looking forward to her death? !