1115 What Do You Think?

Aunt Xiao hurriedly shouted Feng Chen in the restaurant: "Mr. Feng, come and see Miss Song." ”

Feng Chen walked out of the restaurant, strode up to Song Zhiyue, and frowned imperceptibly when he saw her appearance.

"Is there something going on at home?" He asked.

Song Zhiyue looked at him, and there was a mist surging up under her eyes, blurring her vision, and Feng Chen's handsome face gradually became unclear.

The mist gradually gathered, condensed into teardrops, and streaked across her pale face.

She didn't speak, and Feng Chen's tone aggravated: "What's wrong?" ”

Song Zhiyue sniffed and said slightly: "Your mother went to my house yesterday, and my parents didn't agree with us being together." ”

Feng Chen never expected his mother to be so able to toss, he was a little helpless.

"Have you had dinner?"

Song Zhiyue shook her head, this time when she went back, she was almost locked up by Song's father and Song's mother, making her completely cut off contact with Feng Chen.

"Whatever it is, I'm talking after eating." Feng Chen wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and led her to the restaurant.

Aunt Xiao hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks and gave Song Zhiyue half a bowl of rice.

Usually the three of them, Aunt Xiao cooks seven or eight dishes.

But Song Zhiyue went back today, and Aunt Xiao thought she would come back tomorrow, so she made four dishes and one soup.

It is not enough for three people to eat four dishes, so Aunt Xiao did not eat vegetables, and only ate white rice.

Song Zhiyue lost his temper with Song's father and Song's mother, so he didn't even eat lunch.

But because of the depression in her heart, she poked the rice grains in the bowl and had no appetite.

Feng Chen saw it, so he served her soup and let her drink two bowls of soup.

After eating, the two went upstairs and went back to the bedroom.

"What do you think?" Feng Dust closed the door and asked her.

Song Zhiyue's eyelashes trembled slightly: "My mother is forced to die." ”

Mother is usually very talkative, she even said something like "severing the relationship between mother and daughter", it must have been Wen Mei who said something extremely ugly.

"So you're going to break up with me?" Feng Chen looked at her indifferently.

Song Zhiyue's heart was very confused, Feng Chen's parents, as well as her parents, did not agree that they were together, and she couldn't see any hope at all.

If it had been in the past, she would have simply answered "no" or shook her head, but today she didn't react at all.

Feng Chen insisted on listening to her answer: "Speak!" ”

"I ......" Song Zhiyue didn't know how to answer, she couldn't forget the picture of her mother kneeling down and begging her, and she couldn't pull it up.

Feng Chen looked at her steadily, waiting for her answer.

But she said three "I" in a row, and she didn't finish a sentence for a long time.

"Since you haven't thought it through, let's think about it, and I won't bother you for now." After Feng Chen finished speaking, he walked out of the bedroom and left the room to her.

Song Zhiyue stayed alone in the room, her heart was in turmoil.

On one side is her parents, and on the other side is the man she has loved for several years, and it is difficult for her to choose which side she chooses.

She didn't know how to face the dust, so she fell asleep at nine o'clock.

The next morning, Song's mother called and asked her if she had been separated from Feng Chen.

She hesitated: "Mom, can you give me a few days to think about it?" ”

"What's there to think about? it's clear, she's not going to let you enter their door, so don't waste your time on sealing the dust. Mother Song is still the same as yesterday, there is no room for negotiation in her tone, "If you don't separate, your father and I won't recognize you as a daughter!" ”

(End of chapter)