Male God, a Little Su

Her hands were numb, and Wen Shuyan's face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His skin was pale, and this handprint was particularly obvious at this time.

Wen Shuyan smiled, his expression indifferent, the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, and his eyes were empty.

Not angry, just said to Su Yan: "Relieved? Now that you're relieved, let's go out."

He has never been a sharp person, even if there is a lot of pressure, he will endure it silently. The so-called angry horse in fresh clothes is young and frivolous, and he is not qualified to own it at all.

"Go out? Wen Shuyan, today I will officially inform you that from now on, that bed is mine too."

Su Yan raised her hand, pointed to the bed, and said to Wen Shuyan.

Her tone was domineering and could not be refused.

Wen Shuyan frowned, he let out a sigh of relief, and his eyes trembled slightly.

"What the hell are you thinking? I can't give you anything."

Why hasn't the wedding been held, is it because the Wen family can't come up with extra money?

At that time, there were actually many people who wanted to buy the original body, and there were even some in the hook column. After all, her face was really good. It was precisely because Mother Wen understood this that she gave up all her belongings, helped Yuan Shen to bury her father, and brought Yuan Shen back by the way.

The Wen family's mother and son are kind people, and the original body owes them a life.

"Since you can't give it, then you owe it first, Wen Shuyan, or do you think you'll be like this all your life, nesting in this small village, and never getting ahead?"

Su Ro's questioning made Wen Shuyan ponder.

In front of him is that delicate and flowery face, with pink skin like peach blossoms. Mingming is about the same age as him, but he is full of thorns, and his eyes are full of fortitude when he speaks.

Yes, fortitude—

Wen Shuyan took a deep breath and smiled.

"You just believe me like that?" He didn't rush Su Yan out again, but asked this question.

Su Yan bent down and picked up the debris on the ground, "If you can't do it, I'll hit you until you can. Also, I'll have a good meal in the future. Didn't you see why my mother was worried about you? As a mother, although I hope that you will become a good person, what I hope more is that you can be well."

Wen Shuyan lowered his head deeply, gritted his teeth, and there was endless regret in his voice.

"It's my unfilial behavior as a son."

He also understood why Su Rou hit him. Not for myself, but for Mother Wen.

At this time, no one knew that, outside the door, Mother Wen was leaning against the wall, biting her hand tightly, sobbing.

After so many years, it is not that I am not aggrieved or sad, and sometimes I even want to die. But looking at the baby who is waiting to be fed, he can only knock down his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

There is a lot of trouble in front of the widow's door. Those gangsters in the village often walk around outside her door, and there is everything in the village.

She was also a pampered young lady. When she came here, she had to pick up her hoe and go to work in the fields with those who were accustomed to shaving food in the fields.

When I first started, I came back every night with blisters all over my hands and feet.

But those have survived, but she didn't expect that one day she would be understood.

"It's good to know. You don't have to worry about other things. You just need to study hard and earn an appointment for your mother in the future."

Su Yan said casually.

She knew Wen Shuyan's temperament. Both mother and son cared deeply about each other, but it was because of their temperament that they were not good at expressing their care.

And as life gets tougher, Wen Shuyan's pressure is getting bigger and bigger.