Chapter 1102
Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily
1102 Chapter 1103-Iâm fine with it
Song Hefeng chuckled in a low voice and sat on the chair in a daze.
Then, he turned to Lan Xiao and an apologetic look flashed across his eyes. âLan Xiao, Iâm sorry for getting you involved in this accident. You can go first. Iâll take care of the rest. Iâm sorry, I apologize to you on behalf of my mother. I hope you can forgive her for loving her son.â
Lan Xiao sighed. She took out her phone and dialed a number.
She wasnât sure if the drug that Mrs. Song had given her was effective.
In any case, calling the ambulance was the right choice.
âIâve called the doctor over for you. Someone will carry you to the hospital later. Hanhanâs incident wasnât your fault, so you donât have to blame yourself. However, song Hefeng, I hope you can keep your mother in check. Donât let her do anything that offends me a second time. This time, I choose to forgive her on account that we were classmates. If thereâs a next time, donât blame me for being impolite!â
Song Hefengâs body started to heat up.
He gritted his teeth and smiled at Lan Xiao.
âOkay, thank you.â
Lan Xiao didnât say anything more. He picked up his coat and bag and left the room.
In the private room, Mrs. Song was looking after song Hefeng in a panic.
She saw that song Hefengâs expression was a little ugly, and she asked carefully,âMild wind, how do you feel now? Why donât I find you a clean girl? If you go to the hospital for treatment and injection, it will damage your body after all.â
A trace of anger flashed in song Hefengâs eyes as he pushed his wife away.
He held onto the chair and stood up unsteadily.
mom, donât tell me that you still havenât realized the mistakes youâve made? â
Mrs. Song was stunned. She looked at song Hefeng and asked with a smile.
âWrong? What did I do wrong? Iâm doing all this for your own good. You know that I love you the most in this world. As long As You Like It, mommy will do my best to get Yingluo for you. Why donât you understand mommyâs painstaking efforts?â
Song Hefeng smiled bleakly and looked up at the hanging lamp above his head.
âYingluo did it for my own good? Ever since you were young, no matter what you did, you always used this as an excuse. Mom, do you know? All these years, your love has made me feel suffocated. Iâm almost out of breath. I feel that sometimes, Iâm just a waste living under your wings.â
âDo you think that you did all those things for my own good? Actually, Iâm just satisfying your selfish and self-righteous maternal love. Yingluo, you donât love me, youâre just satisfying yourself. Itâs true that I like Lan Xiao, but I donât want to see her in pain or in pain. Mom, have you ever thought about what would have happened if Lan Xiao didnât find out that you had drugged her? Whatâs the final outcome?â
At the mention of Lan Xiao, a trace of jealousy and hatred flashed across Madam songâs eyes.
It was all this womanâs fault. If it werenât for her, her relationship with her son wouldnât have become so bad.
Mrs. Song bit her lip and snorted. âWhat can it be? Since sheâs your woman, Yingluo and Wen Muchu naturally canât be together. As the future president, why would he want a woman who dirtied her body? Lan Xiao, her final choice is for you to pick her up. Wonât You Be able to get what you want and be with her forever?â
Song Hefeng looked at his wife in disappointment when he heard her self-deceiving words.
The light in his eyes, at this moment, slowly dimmed.
âOh, my wish is fulfilled? To be with her forever? Mom, youâre too naive. Believe me, if your plan succeeds, you, me, and the entire song family will fall into eternal hell. Wen Muchu will definitely kill all of us.â
âAs for me, I will never be able to forgive myself. Even if Wen Muchu doesnât do anything, I will personally seek Lan Xiaoâs forgiveness. What should I use to atone for my sins? Itâs just my cheap life, hehe.â
Mrs. Songâs eyes were filled with shock. She almost didnât want to think about that ending.
She shook her head and retorted, almost breaking down.
âNo, Yingluo wonât be like that. Yingluo wonât be like that, Yingluo, son. You just like Lan Xiao, you just have a good impression of her. How could you end your own life in order to help her forgive her? You canât do this. Mom gave birth to you and raised you. You donât have the right to treat yourself so cruelly.â
Song Hefeng smiled and glanced at his wife sadly.
âYingluoâs mother was right. You gave birth to me and raised me. I canât decide my own life, Yingluo. I shouldnât have my own thoughts and feelings, and I donât dare to have my own life, Yingluo.â
Mrs. Songâs heart skipped a beat.
There was an intense pain in her heart.
âNo, mom didnât mean that,â she shook her head at song Hefeng.
Song Hefeng was completely disappointed in his wife. He sneered and replied, â âWhatâs the point of this? Mom, if you think I shouldnât have my own thoughts and life, then you can continue to control my life. Anyway, I donât care anymore, Yingluo.â
Mrs. Songâs mind was in a daze. For a long time, she did not understand what song Hefengâs last sentence meant.
Someone pushed the door open and song Qiaoqiao rushed in with her men.
She glanced at the confused Mrs. Song and helped song Hefeng, who was on the verge of collapsing and his body was burning.
âMild wind Zhizhi.â
sister, take me to the hospital, ran ran. song Hefeng smiled at song Qiaoqiao. Then, his vision turned black and he fainted.
Song Qiaoqiao was frightened and quickly called for the doctor.
The doctor came with song Qiaoqiao and quickly checked on song Hefengâs condition.
Then, a few people lifted song Hefeng onto a stretcher and carried him out of the room.
Song Qiaoqiaoâs footsteps slowly stopped at the door.
She looked into the room and saw Mrs. Song, who was still in a daze.
âMother, Iâll get someone to send you home, Yingluo.â
Mrs. Songâs cold eyes swept over song Qiaoqiao.
âYouâre sending me home? Iâm going home and Iâm asking you to stay in the hospital to take care of Hefeng. Are you trying to drive a wedge between us? Iâm telling you, I wonât give you such a chance!â
Mrs. Song picked up her bag and ran out of the room in a sorry state.
Song Qiaoqiao looked at Mrs. Songâs disappearing figure and smiled bitterly.
âDrive a wedge between you and your mother? If you and he Feng are mother and son, then what about you and me? Arenât they mother and daughter?â
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When they returned to the ward, Wen Muchu saw that Lan Xiaoâs expression was not good and asked her what had happened.
In order to prevent him from losing his temper again, Lan Xiao didnât tell him.
She only said that this Madam song was really an annoying old witch.
Although Lan Xiao didnât say anything, Wen Muchu wasnât an idiot.
He knew that something must have happened, but Lan Xiao didnât want to say it.
He didnât force Lan Xiao and didnât ask about this matter again.
However, when Lan Xiao was not around, he immediately called Gu CI and asked him to investigate the matter.