My dear lawyer novel Chapter 166

Hearing William's cold tone, he shook for a moment and shouted, "Uncle, I'm pudding. Do you remember me? Such a cute and funny boy?"

Dad's voice was so terrible. Did he quarrel with mom? No wonder he thought his mother's tone was strange.

Well, sure enough, he made the right call.

Mention the name, William suddenly thought of that lovely explosive head, the cold meaning in his eyes weaken a lot, "I remember, it's so late and you don't sleep."

It should be ten o'clock in the evening now. Shouldn't he go to bed early? He felt a little pity when he thought of his irresponsible parents.

If William knew one of his parents was himself, how would he feel?

"My mother is sad, but my father doesn't pay attention to it. They are so naive. I'm in a dilemma as a child." Roe gave an ambiguous answer, he was not wrong.

Mom was sad because of his father, and the father was angry because of his mother. As their son, he should not only be sensible but also reconcile the feelings between his parents occasionally.

It was not easy.

"Don't worry about your parents' business, you're still young." William pulled a cigarette out of the slot beside him, put it on his mouth, and lit the fire. The smoke ring diffused in the car little by little, and his restless mood calmed down a little.

"It's my business. Their bad feelings will affect my mood." Roe said very pitifully.

William's fingertip with a cigarette paused and he asked, "Can I help you?"

He had never been a good man, and had no unnecessary pity, but to this child, he was extremely patient, and even did not want to see him unhappy.

It was a wonderful experience. Although he had never been a father, he thought that maybe it was the feeling of being a father.

Let's just think of him as having a fate with that ghost child.

For the first time, William was curious about what kind of parents would give birth to such a smart and sensible child.

"It's my father who always makes my mother unhappy."

Roe scolded William in an indirectly way. He was naughty and spat out his tongue. He continued, "My father has an indistinct aunt who always bullies my mother. Because of some reasons, she can't argue with her. Now they are in a dilemma. How should I do?"

These were all the news he had overheard from his aunt.

William smoked a cigarette again and said, "Pudding, if your father and mother are separated, who will you be with?"

"Of course it's my mom. Dad can still be replaced." Roe answered truthfully.

William at the other end of the phone yanked at the corner of his eye. How did he feel that the words from pudding were so uncomfortable? After thinking about the father in his mouth had nothing to do with him, he put aside that strange feeling.

"Now that you have made up your mind, just be with your mother."

In general, it was always the child who was hurt by divorce. However, if a child with such avant-garde personality abandoned by his father like a pair of shoes, the man as a father was really a failure.

Roe kindly reminded, "That's what you say. But do you think a woman likes a man who cares about herself, or a man who pays in silence without knowing his name?"

Dad, it's impossible for you to pick up girls like this. How can mom know about you? It's said in the book that women are sensitive animals. Only when you let her know, can she know.

Do you want mom to guess the riddle by herself?

What's more, what he said was so obvious that dad didn't understand it. He's really stupid.

William's eyes flashed a strange light, inexplicably want to see the little woman, the tone of his voice had become a little urgent, "Don't mind adult's business. It was so late and you'd better go to bed early, when I have time, I will meet your parents."

Hearing that he wanted to meet his parents, Roe quickly refused, "I don't want to bother you. Let's talk next time. Good night."

Roe directly hung up the phone. Meet his parents? Where does he go to find a couple of parents? Let's meet until the time was appropriate.

William, who was hung up on the phone, was not angry. He left his mobile phone beside him and threw his unfinished cigarette on the ground. He stepped on the accelerator to reverse.

He was driving back.

Hearing the voice in the room, Selina opened the door and asked, "Roe, are you talking to someone?"

"No, auntie. I'm going to bed." Roe stuck out his small head.

"Well, good night, baby." Selina shrugged and closed the door. Well, maybe she heard it wrong.