Chapter 28

If you want to capture the heart of a woman with a tough character like my mother, you can’t force her.

Only by following my mother’s thoughts and making her happy can you get into her heart.

After hearing my promise, my mother’s expression was obviously relaxed, and her smile became more and more intense, as if she didn’t care about my blasphemous behavior just now.

My mother got up from her chair and pulled me to sit down by the bed: “Since you promised me, you should have less contact with Mia in the future.”

When my mother said this, she hesitated slightly and said: “Of course, if we are just ordinary friends, I still support it.”

“Yeah.”

I nodded silently.

Mom saw that I was unhappy, and she tightened her hand around mine: “Mom has no other thoughts, but you are now in the third year of high school, and it is a time when study is intense and academic work is important.”

“You should try your best to focus on studying, understand?”

I smiled bitterly in my heart. With my current grades, I can’t say that I will be admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University, but at least I can get into my favorite China University of Political Science and Law.

But I just promised Mom, and if I continue to talk about my opinions and ideas, it will only make Mom unhappy, so I chose to shut up.

Mom’s eyes are gentle and her voice is soft, which perfectly meets my fantasy of a “good wife and good mother”.

How great would it be if Mom could be my wife?

I envied Dad again, and at the same time I felt that I couldn’t be Mom’s first man.

Thinking of this, I felt a little ridiculous in my heart, and felt that my thoughts were really funny.

Mom held my palm and said a lot of things slowly.

I could still listen to her a little at first, but after a while, my mind was attracted by my mother’s white and tender breasts and a pair of beautiful legs under the bath towel.

I lowered my head slightly and admired the beauty of my mother quietly.

My mother talked for a long time, and I really couldn’t listen anymore. I glanced at the thermos box that was left aside, and quickly took it into my arms and placed it between me and my mother: “Mom, are you thirsty? Do you want to try some of the barley and mung bean porridge I made this morning?”

My mother smiled when she heard it: “Why? Are you tired of your nagging?”

I opened the thermos box and smiled: “No, no, I’m just worried that you will be thirsty after talking for so long.”

My mother shook her head gently, obviously knowing that I was not telling the truth.

She took the spoon I handed her and scooped up the mung bean porridge and drank it leisurely.

I admired my mother’s elegant posture when drinking porridge, and suddenly remembered that my pants were too dirty to wear. I scratched my head and said, “Mom, my pants are dirty, how can I go out later?”