My mom is not my real mom, but she is very good to me.
I've always been attached to her, too.
But the night before my senior year of high school started, my mom got drunk and recognized me as my dad.
"Weidong, I miss you ......"
As soon as my mom came back that night, she touched me randomly on my body.
I was shocked and my face turned red.
Hurriedly, I pressed my mom's soft hands and told her that I'm not dad, I'm Xiao Wen.
But maybe mom was too drunk, or maybe my voice was too small,
After I finished, mom acted as if she hadn't heard me, and not only didn't stop her hand movements, but instead, she cried out in aggravation.
"Weidong, why don't you let me touch ...... Do you know, in these days when you are not here, how did I get through all these days alone ......"
Mom's grieving
My father is an engineer.
My father is a dry engineering, once gone is ten days and a half months do not come home.
Over the years, most of the time, it was just me and my mom at home.
I have long regarded her as my own mother, and I can't bear to see her suffer.
I was so happy to see my mom in such a state, I was even more heartbroken.
I hurriedly took my mom's weak body into my arms.
"Mom, I, I'm Wei Dong ......"
"Hmph, then why are you calling me mom ...... "
Mom hummed delicately.
I froze for a moment, the knot in my throat rolling several times before I tentatively called out.
"Po...... baby......"
"Nasty...... "
I had just finished speaking when my mom slapped me lightly.
I had thought I had called it wrong, but in the next second, my mom actually showed a pouty look.
