902: C902 The Taste of Love

C902 The Taste of Love

"If you don't feel nauseous, are you going to find someone else?"

"How is that possible? I've been single for more than thirty years, and I've never had any scandal. At most, people will suspect that I'm a gay."

Mengzhu was also teasing him.

She had witnessed how special he was in terms of relationships.

He was so handsome, blonde, and young. In this age of materialistic desires, he was able to have no scandal. It could be seen that he really loved himself very much.

"I'm just teasing you. Hurry up and go take a shower."

Mengzhu said and went to help him get his clothes.

Although this rascal was forced by her to get a room, his clothes still stayed with her. She could not urge him to go back to his room earlier for this reason.

He wanted to stay here and take a shower.

"Mengzhu, I will do it myself."

Li Dongyang rushed to get the clothes, "It should be me who is considerate of you."

"Taking the clothes won't tire me to death."

Mengzhu said so, but she still left him to do it himself.

She went into the bathroom to help him put the bath water. Li Dongyang carried a piece of clothing in and deliberately dropped his pants.

Seeing that she was helping him put in the bath water, Li Dongyang's soft heart turned into a pool of spring water. His heart felt itchy and uncomfortable. He really wanted to become husband and wife with her. That way, he would no longer have to endure it.

When he didn't have a woman he liked, Li Dongyang felt that he was a cold-blooded animal. He never knew the feeling of being emotionally moved.

After having the woman he loved, he knew that he also had the potential to be a pervert. As long as he was alone with Mengzhu, he couldn't help but walk towards the path of a pervert.

"While you're at it, wash your hair as well. You're sweating all over today."

Mengzhu nagged.

Li Dongyang's heart was filled with happiness. He said to her, "Mengzhu, this is the first time I found you like my mother. My mother also nagged when she was there."

His father did not like his mother's nagging. In the past, his brother also felt annoyed by his mother's nagging. When his mother left, he knew that it was all mother's love. He wanted to be repeated by his mother again, but he did not have the chance.

People were always like this. Only when they lost it would they know how to cherish it.

"You don't like me to read you?"

"No, I like it very much."

Li Dongyang hugged her from behind and placed his chin on her shoulder. His soft voice was full of memories. "Mengzhu, my mother is a very good and traditional woman. If she is still alive, she will definitely like you."

His mother was the pain in his heart, and he rarely took the initiative to mention it.

Mengzhu softened her body and leaned into his embrace and softly asked him, "Your mother, she... When you are free, tell me about your mother's matter, okay?"

"Okay, she actually has a very depressing life. My father is dissolute and fickle. When she was alive, she could not control my father. After she left, my father became even more unscrupulous. That's why he died that way."

Li Dongyang's voice became lower and lower. "I once tried to persuade my mom to divorce my dad, but my mom refused. She said that after the divorce, the three of us would not have a complete family. She said that no matter how dissolute and fickle my father is, as long as he doesn't raise an illegitimate child to compete with us for the property, it's fine as long as my father still knows how to return home."

Zhou Mengzhu sighed.

Mrs. Li was a typical traditional woman who could endure for the sake of her child for the rest of her life.0

If it were her, she would definitely divorce.

A failed marriage would also have a huge impact on their children.

Look, Li Dongyang and his brother were like this. One was in their thirties, but they did not fall in love until they met her. One of them was close to his thirties, and he was still sloppy all day long, wandering around the flowers. This was all caused by his parents' failed marriage.

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