Chapter 1287: People Will Be Trapped by the Things They Have for a Lifetime

Zhuang Wan waited for Fang Dong to leave, then closed the door weakly and leaned against the wall.

Her whole body ached, and she was even more exhausted after being teased like this by Fang Dong.

She blinked and even felt her eyes were a little sore.

Fortunately, it's Saturday, so I don't have to go to work.

She wanted to fall back on the bed, but she heard her cell phone ringing. It was a call from her family.

Zhuang Wan's only family member now is her mother. She has not been back for many years, and the other party has never taken the initiative to call her, but today she called.

Zhuang Wan's heart trembled, and her fingertips began to tremble slightly.

She pressed the answer button several times before pressing it.

"mom."

"Wanwan, do you have time tonight? Let's meet. I have something to tell you."

This was the first time Zhuang's mother asked to meet, and Zhuang Wan was a little flattered.

In the past, when her father and mother were not divorced, Zhuang Wan could draw family affection from her father, but after the divorce, she was sentenced to her mother, and she never experienced the taste of family affection again.

People will be trapped by the things they have for a lifetime. She knew that her mother's tone would become softer only every time she sent money, but she didn't care at all, because this softness was what she wanted crazily.

This is a morbid mentality. She has long been aware of it, and she always despises herself for being such a loser.

But she had no choice but to send money to her family. It had become her habit.

Every time she heard caring words from her mother's mouth, she felt even more heartbroken.

"Okay, Mom, send me the address."

Zhuang's mother was sure that she would come out and sent her the location.

After Zhuang Wan saw the address, he fell asleep in the hotel until the afternoon.

It was already autumn, and she specially put a silk scarf around her neck before going to see her mother.

The meeting place was a noodle shop, and Zhuang's mother was reluctant to treat Zhuang Wan to something too expensive.

Twenty yuan for a bowl of noodles is already generous.

In recent years, because of the money Zhuang Wan paid, Zhuang's mother had lived a relatively comfortable life. She was wearing Xiangyun gauze clothes, which looked very smooth.

Seeing a silk scarf wrapped around Zhuang Wan's neck, Zhuang's mother's face darkened.

After the others sat down, she directly pulled off the silk scarf.

When she saw the mottled marks inside, she slapped Zhuang Wan on the cheek without hesitation.

"Why don't you love yourself so much? You used to be like this at home, hooking up with men everywhere, and now you have learned to sell them out? If Fang Dong hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were so out of line now!"

Zhuang Wan was hit so hard that his head tilted, and the corners of his mouth were so painful that there were blood stains.

Mother Zhuang's slap was very hard, with a lot of force, not to mention that she was wearing a ring on her hand, which made her cheek hurt from the friction.

Zhuang Wan didn't know what to say for a moment, so he just licked his lips out of habit, trying to lick away the blood.

But Mother Zhuang's hands were alert again, and she actually wanted to rip off her clothes in front of so many people.

"mom!"

Zhuang Wan shouted and clutched her clothes tightly.

"It makes you cheap! It makes you not love yourself!"

Zhuang's mother's nails dug into the skin of Zhuang Wan's neck, and she only felt pain in her neck.

There were people taking pictures around, and she was worried that someone would take a picture of her face, so she quickly took out the mask in her bag and put it on, as well as a hat.

Zhuang's mother rolled her eyes.

"I feel embarrassed now. Why don't I feel ashamed when I open my legs under a man? I tell you, you should get back together with Fang Dong! I think that kid is quite reliable. It's better than the old guys you are with now." Men are strong!”

Zhuang Wan felt powerless and had no explanation.

Because she is indeed accompanying a man now, and although he is not old, she is indeed selling.

It’s just the difference between selling to one person and selling to many people.

"Mom, Fang Dong is already married, and he was the one who cheated on her first and fell in love with the daughter of a wealthy family."

"You also said that she is the daughter of a rich family and she is beautiful. Why do you compare her with others? So isn't it right for Fang Dong to marry that woman? Now he finally knows that you are good and is willing to look back. , I want to keep you outside in all your glory, so don’t be ignorant and don’t see those miscellaneous men again in the near future.”

Zhuang Wan blinked twice and took out a few wads of bills from his bag.

These stacks of banknotes were about 30,000 yuan, and they were so thick that Zhuang's mother's eyes shone brightly.

Her tone finally softened.

"If you don't want to be his mistress, then can't you just treat him as your guest? Anyway, it's not selling to anyone."

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Wan felt extremely embarrassed.

Her cheeks felt hot, especially under the gaze of so many people, and she pushed her hat down.

"Mom, let's talk. I'm leaving first."

She stood up to leave, but Zhuang's mother didn't stop her.

"Remember to pull Fang Dong out of the blacklist. He is actually very kind to you. Besides, we have known each other for so many years. You know everything about him. He has been with you for seven years before he went out to find a woman. He is much better than other men. ”

Zhuang Wan knew what Zhuang's mother was thinking, she was just worried that she would go home and steal her man.

As long as Zhuang Wan mentions going home, Zhuang's mother will explode.

When Zhuang Wan walked to the door, she heard Zhuang's mother yelling at the store.

"Make one less bowl of noodles, no more."

"But the noodles have already gone down. Now you say you don't want to?"

"If you can't finish it, just don't want it. I'll only pay you for one bowl later. It's up to you."

The store owner was cursing and had no choice.