Chapter 1088 Raising a Pretty Boy

Song Hefeng's heart felt like it was being pulled gently by a pair of big hands.

He frowned and tapped the screen of his phone irritably.

When Mrs. Song saw her son's expression, she felt a little pity in her heart.

It's not that easy to like someone and not get them back.

She never thought that one day, her son would experience this.

She thought that it would only be other girls who liked her son.

There was no such thing as her son, something she couldn't get.

Ha... After all, she still underestimated Lan Xiao.

I really don’t know what tricks this little girl used to steal her son’s heart.

Although Mrs. Song was a little annoyed, she had to admit that Lan Xiao was indeed better than other little girls of the same age.

"Tsk tsk, there are really not many girls who are as capable as she is at such a young age. Thinking about it, I really envy the Wen family. If only I could have such a capable and capable daughter-in-law. Yes. Hefeng, please give me some credit and find a girl who is as good as Lan Xiao. Mom, when the time comes, I will definitely support you with both hands." Mrs. Song said tentatively.

With a "pop" sound, Song Hefeng threw his cell phone to the ground and looked at Mrs. Song coldly.

"Mom, can you stop mumbling in my ear? My ears are going to explode. I want to be quiet for a while. You can go out and stop bothering me here."

After Song Hefeng finished speaking, he immediately pulled off the quilt and covered his head without even looking at Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song was not angry either, and smiled helplessly.

She pulled the quilt, fearing that her son would be suffocated.

"Hefeng, mom is just chatting with you. Why are you so angry? Or are you saying that you don't want to hear the news about Lan Xiao?"

Song Hefeng hid in the quilt, holding the quilt tightly with his fingers.

His eyes were dim, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

"Mom, do you know something?"

Mrs. Song sighed, her face full of distress.

"Son, tell mom the truth, do you like Lan Xiao?"

Song Hefeng's heart trembled, he lifted the quilt, stood up and looked at Mrs. Song.

"Mom, who did you listen to?"

Mrs. Song raised her hand and straightened his messy hair.

"Your mother's biological son, if you are a little bit abnormal, how can your mother not notice it? The last time Lan Xiao went to our house, the look on your face when you saw Lan Xiao will never be forgotten by your mother. Later, I thought about it carefully. , isn’t this the reaction of seeing your sweetheart? Mom didn’t know it at the time, and she almost hit Lan Xiao. Zephyr, don’t blame mom. If mom knew that you liked Lan Xiao, mom would definitely not treat Lan Xiao like that. Xiao’s.”

Song Hefeng's eyes flashed with emotion, and he slowly leaned on Mrs. Song's shoulder.

"Mom, you are so kind to me."

"Silly boy, you are my mother's son. If my mother is not good to you, who else can she be good to? So, you are admitting that you like Lan Xiao, right?" Mrs. Song asked again with a smile on her lips.

Song Hefeng pursed his thin lips and nodded shyly.

"Well, my son likes Lan Xiao. However, she has a boyfriend a long time ago, so it is impossible for me to be with her. However, I will be satisfied if I can be friends with her."

Mrs. Song's eyes flickered slightly, ha... are you content with just being friends?

Why is her son so hopeless?

She couldn't help raising her hand and tugging at his ears.

"You, you are really worthless. Since you like her, then go after her... So what if she has a boyfriend? There are countless lovers who fall in love and break up every year, and even if they get married, there are also many who get divorced. Yes. As long as you are sure that you like her, then try your best to pursue her. If you shrink back when you encounter a little difficulty, do you want to regret it for the rest of your life? "

Song Hefeng lowered his eyes and replied in a hoarse voice: "But... I don't want to bore her... She has made it clear to me that there is no possibility for her and me. If I keep stalking her, maybe she She will hate me. I don’t want her to hate me..."

Mrs. Song listened to her son's cautious and timid appearance, not daring to move forward.

She felt distressed deep in her heart.

She touched Song Hefeng's hair and sighed.

"What a fool..."

Since, he didn't dare to chase him for fear of offending Lan Xiao.

Then, let her play the bad guy.

As long as she can make her son a beautiful woman, there is nothing she can't do.

——

In the evening, Lan Xiao received a call from Song Qiaoqiao.

Song Qiaoqiao told Lan Xiao on the phone to pay attention to Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song already knew that the person Song Hefeng really liked was Lan Xiao.

Perhaps, Mrs. Song would do some ridiculous things for Song Hefeng.

Song Qiaoqiao asked Lan Xiao to be careful.

Lan Xiao responded in a low voice and just hung up the phone.

Tong Li also called.

Tong Li's reminder was almost the same as Song Qiaoqiao's.

Lan Xiao can almost guess what earth-shattering thing this Mrs. Song will do for her son?

She wanted to see what Mrs. Song was going to do.

——

It was noon the next day, which happened to be Saturday.

Mr. Wen invited Lan Xiao to visit the Wen family, and Lan Xiao specially selected gifts for each of them.

Wen Muchu looked at the gifts and sighed.

"Why spend so much money? It makes me feel bad to spend so much money and give it away..."

Lan Xiao looked at Wen Muchu with a wry smile, and she pinched his ear.

"It's okay. To me, giving such a small gift is just a drop in the bucket. Don't you still know that your girlfriend is already a real rich woman?"

Wen Muchu took advantage and pulled her into his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her several times.

Yes, his girlfriend is a real little rich woman.

He curled his lips, smiled softly, put his thin lips against her ear, and murmured in a low voice: "You are a rich little girl, so am I the pretty boy you raised?"

Lan Xiao chuckled, his eyes shining brightly.

She raised her eyebrows at him and placed a kiss on his lips.

"Yes, I am a rich woman and you are a pretty boy. So, pretty boy, you can only obey what I, a rich woman, say from now on, and you are not allowed to disobey my orders. After all, you will have to rely on me to support you... "

Wen Muchu smiled with his lips raised, and moved his palm slightly to scratch Lan Xiao's waist.

Lan Xiao was ticklish and immediately ran around in his arms, trembling with laughter.

"Hey, don't scratch my waist, it's so itchy...haha..."

Wen Muchu's brows and eyes were filled with a smile, and he kissed her brows and eyes with his lips, while his hands were still tickling her sensitive areas.

Lan Xiao felt itchy and tears were about to overflow from the corners of her eyes.

Gradually, she couldn't bear it anymore and began to beg Wen Muchu for mercy.

"Chuchu... stop it quickly, stop scratching, it's really itchy. Haha..."