The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Yan Ze's eyes and eyebrows were a little cold, and his tone was extremely cold, as if he was not moved at all by his mother who suddenly appeared at the gate of his school. However, with Xuan Yuan's eyesight, he still saw some expectations hidden in his eyes and eyebrows. Obviously, his indifference was a protective color he forced.

I don't know how many times he has experienced disappointment and how many times his expectations have been dashed, which made Yan Ze not moved at all by his mother's arrival, but he had to rely on forced indifference as his own protection. It seems that only in this way can he not be disappointed and sad again.

It is probably because the feeling of dashed expectations is too uncomfortable, so Yan Ze learned not to expect. Because there is no extravagant hope, no things to expect, naturally you will not feel sad because of dashed expectations, which is also good, right? Just like a person who falls down many times, naturally knows how to stop falling.

His right foot left the pedal and then landed steadily on the ground. Yan Ze took a long step and got off the bicycle. He pushed the cart to the luxury car where Yan's mother was sitting, his eyes were cold, his expression was slightly impatient, and he said coldly: "What happened again?"

Since he grew up, from when he was a little kid in kindergarten to now in high school, Yan's mother has not come to pick up Yan Ze a few times, and each time there must be a reason. When he was a child, the housekeeper and the driver usually took him to school. When Yan Ze grew up, he was often away from home in the field, but apart from the housekeeper, Yan's father and mother did not care about him.

The makeup on Yan's mother's face was very delicate, her hair was neat and tidy, tied up by an exquisite and gorgeous hairpin, she wore exquisite jewelry, high-end clothes, and sprayed with excellent perfume. Everything on her body was luxurious and exquisite. Even though she was old and her face was aging, she still had her own temperament and beauty.

However, she was not like a mother. When she looked at Yan Ze, there was no warmth in her eyes, no mother's love for her son, only endless demands - just as Yan Ze thought in his heart, there was indeed a reason and thing for Yan's mother to come to Yan Ze.

It was definitely not out of maternal love to pick up her son from school. This kind of warmth and maternal love could not be found in Yan's mother at all. She came just for her own desires. She came to ask Yan Ze, not to give.

"Yan Ze, you, your father wants to divorce me!" Yan Ze had no intention of getting in the car, and Yan's mother had no intention of getting out of the car and standing in front of the No. 1 Middle School, which was particularly busy at the time of school dismissal. Her face was slightly pale, and she looked at Yan Ze from the car window, with a bit of panic and pleading in her eyes.

Yan Ze fell silent, but there was not much emotion and shock in his eyes. At this time, he still had a bit of coldness and indifference, as if what Yan's mother said did not bring him any emotions, or it could be... Yan Ze had actually experienced such things more than once.

After a while, under the expectant gaze of Yan's mother, the expressionless Yan Ze finally made a move. He pulled the corners of his lips, revealing a smile with a little sarcasm and disdain, and his eyes were extremely cold: "You want a divorce?"

"Yes, Yan Ze, you said how much your father has gone too far. I have been married to him for so many years, and he actually asked for a divorce from me at this time. Isn't it because of the woman he has just kept!" Yan's mother's face with delicate makeup twisted with jealousy, resentment, anger and panic, "Your father is too much, isn't he, Yan Ze?"

Yan Ze's eyes became colder and colder. Yan's mother expected Yan Ze to be as angry as her and stand up to denounce Yan Under his father's gaze, Yan Ze sneered softly, and the sarcasm and disdain at the corners of his lips became more and more obvious: "I think you should have divorced a long time ago."

"Yan Ze, why do you talk to your mother like this?" Yan's mother frowned her delicate eyebrows, and her face with delicate makeup was a little angry and disappointed, "Mom knows that you are awkward, but at this time, do you still want to go against your mother? Is there any benefit for you if I divorce your father?"

Yan's mother looked at Yan Ze with disappointment and hatred. She was very dissatisfied with this son who was not in the same mind with her at this time. This is her son, who she gave birth to with great effort after ten months of pregnancy. How can he not stand on her side and speak for her? Could it be that Yan Ze would be better if his father divorced her and brought the mistress into the house?

But when Yan's mother thought so, she never thought about whether she had fulfilled the obligations that a mother should fulfill after he gave birth to Yan Ze. The child is not a tool for her to gain status, nor is it a person who does not need to be taken care of after being born, and must stand on her side when she needs it.

"If you divorce, at least you won't quarrel all day long, and it will give me some peace." Yan Ze sneered and said expressionlessly. He glanced at Yan's mother indifferently, his eyes were calm, but the corners of his eyes seemed to be slightly red.

In the unbelievable eyes of Yan's mother, Yan Ze looked stubborn, but just said coldly: "If you want to divorce, then divorce. After so many years of tossing and turning, I am tired even if you are not tired. You are so old, and you still quarrel and curse every day. A marriage like yours should have been broken up long ago. Don't stay together and harm each other, okay?"

"Yan Ze!!" Yan's mother screamed, and the expression on his face was a bit ferocious at this moment. She stretched out her hand, which showed the traces of time. Yan's mother pointed at Yan Ze with trembling fingers. The fingers with exquisite manicure were dazzling, which made Yan Ze's eyes sore. It seemed that he couldn't stand the light and was about to cry.

When Yan Ze and Xuan Yuan rode out of the school gate, many classmates who were leaving school noticed the two handsome boys. When Yan Ze walked to the luxury car and talked to Yan's mother, many people secretly paid attention to them. At this time, Yan's mother screamed out her name, which attracted the attention of more classmates.

"Yan Ze, don't look indifferent. Do you think that my divorce from your father will not affect you at all? Don't you want your inheritance rights? If I really divorce your father, you will have no share in his company and shares!!" Yan's mother was furious. She gasped for a long time before she recovered and pointed at Yan Ze and screamed.

Mother Yan sneered, her expression was extremely harsh: "Yan Ze, don't think you are helping me by stopping me from divorcing your father. This is also for your own good! If we really divorce, do you think your father will still care about you in the future? When he has a new son, you will be nothing in the Yan family!"

"Really?" Under the harsh words of Mother Yan, Yan Ze actually curled his lips and smiled. He was born with a smile with three points of smile. At this time, he curled his lips and smiled, which made him look more casual and frivolous. There was a bit of disdain in his eyes. Yan Ze sneered, "So what? Do you think I care about the money he left for me?"

"What did you say? Don't you care about this?" Mother Yan frowned and sneered, "Don't be naive, Yan Ze, you are still young now, and you still think it doesn't matter. You will know in the future how much you will regret losing those things. Without the things your father left you, how many people do you think will still regret it? Will he take you seriously? "

"I never care about these things." Yan Ze smiled, but the coldness in his eyes became deeper. In the slightly dull and puzzled eyes of Yan's mother, he whispered, "You don't understand anything at all."

"I won't stop you from getting divorced. If you want to get divorced, then get divorced. It's better to get divorced, so as not to make me upset." The slight daze between Yan Ze's eyebrows disappeared, and he became expressionless again, with a cold look, "You don't have to worry about not being able to continue living like this after the divorce. Even if you get divorced, he will definitely give you alimony."

"Those external material lives that you value, I think you can still enjoy them well." Yan Ze's eyes were very cold. Yan's mother and Yan's father were also truly in love before they got together, but people's hearts are fickle. The love story of Prince Charming and Cinderella finally lost to reality. Fairy tales are just fairy tales.

Mother Yan was so angry at Yan Ze's words that she felt dizzy. She gritted her teeth and said, "Yan Ze, did I give birth to you just to make you angry? Do you have any respect for your mother..."

"That's enough." Before Mother Yan could finish her words, Yan Ze interrupted her with a cold look, "Mother? Do you think you have fulfilled the responsibilities and obligations of a mother? Don't say these things to me, don't waste my time. If you want to act wild, don't be here with me!"

After saying this, Yan Ze was too lazy to pay attention to Mother Yan anymore, and didn't want to waste any more words with her here. He took a long step and sat back on the bicycle. Yan Ze's eyes softened a little and looked at Xuan Yuan. After a pause, he said, "Sorry, I made you wait for so long."

Xuan Yuan shook his head slightly, his expression was very calm, and he just said lightly, "Let's go to my house for dinner. Anyway, you didn't make an appointment with a tutor today, so there's no need to go back so early." Because the final exam is tomorrow, Yan Ze has stopped the recent tutoring, so it doesn't matter if he goes back a little later.

After listening to the conversation between Yan's mother and Yan Ze, Xuan Yuan felt that it was not appropriate to let Yan Ze go home. Even if he no longer cared about the indifference from his parents and the way they got along without a trace of warmth, it did not mean that he was strong enough to endure these injuries.

The warmth in Yan Ze's eyes deepened a little, and these warmth softened his previous indifference and sarcasm. He nodded to Xuan Yuan and Yan Ze said softly: "Thank you."

Xuan Yuan shook his head slightly and smiled faintly: "You're welcome, let's go, it's been a long time, and it's just in time for dinner if we rush back now."

Yan Ze nodded, rode his bicycle and left the gate of No. 1 Middle School with Xuan Yuan, leaving Yan's mother behind, and never listened to her words again.