Chapter 62 Out of control

Ms. Zhao Jiahe has also returned to China.

Kou Xiang hasn't seen his mother for almost half a year. She seems to have lost a lot of weight, less graceful and more graceful than before leaving. She must have insisted on fitness every day in the UK, and her life should be much more comfortable than in China, otherwise she would not have left for more than half a year and never returned home.

Zhao Jiahe has black and beautiful long straight hair, her pair of phoenix eyes are very similar to Kou Xiang, her figure is graceful, and her proper care makes her look old at all. Although her face is not as bright as a girl, it is more charming because of the polishing of time.

After Zhao Jiahe returned home, the first thing he asked when he saw Kou Xiang was: "Where is your father."

The balcony was full of sunlight, and Kou Xiang leaned halfway against the guardrail, debugging his new guitar, but he didn't even look at her: "The study room upstairs."

Seeing his son's cold look, Zhao Jiahe felt a little uncomfortable, but his face was still calm and calm, and he took two steps to the stairs in just two steps: "Don't dress up all day long. In the third year of high school, focus more on studying."

Kou Xiang ignored her and didn't even look back.

In the study, Zhao Jiahe talked with Kou Chen for a long time, and finally came to the unanimous conclusion: Kou Xiang must study abroad.

First, he cut off his unrealistic thoughts in music. Second, Zhao Jiahe and Kou Chen have a common idea and hope that their son can take over the company in the future. After all, the couple jointly created this huge Kou family country and must not be left without successors.

Zhao Jiahe didn't know if Kou Chen had an illegitimate child outside. The couple had no dreams of having sex with her for so many years. Kou Chen had a few women outside, and Zhao Jiahe was too lazy to inquire, but she could not tolerate a sudden appearance of one or two illegitimate child to seize the things that belonged to her son.

The only heir to the Kou Group is Kou Xiang.

The couple has been together for so many years, but they didn't expect to reach an agreement on the issue of their son's education.

In the living room, the couple sat upright on the sofa, Kou Xiang was holding a guitar and sat casually on the sofa on the other side.

It's like a tripartite meeting.

However, wherever he went, Zhao Jiahe and Kou Chen had a disagreement. Zhao Jiahe meant that he hoped Kou Xiang could come to study in the UK so that he could discipline her under her nose. If he went to the United States, no one would take care of him. Who knew what trouble he could cause? It was already worrying in China. If he let him go, no one would care about it. That would be fine.

But Kou Chen was determined to insist that Kou Xiang could go to the United States. He even looked forward to the school. As long as he could pass the exam, he would have to go to the school no matter how much money he spent.

Kou Xiang didn't say anything, but the couple had a dispute. Zhao Jiahe said that Kou Chen had been unable to escape the virtues of nouveau riche businessmen for so many years. But Kou Chen said: "I was a nouveau riche, I don't deny it. But if your son was fighting for some excitement, could I spend so much money on his education? You think about how many troubles he caused me from junior high school to high school. If he hadn't had a nouveau riche father, he would have been fired for many years."

Kou Chen was a violent temper when he was young, and he became more and more stubborn now. Zhao Jiahe said: "I didn't teach you well. Who can you blame your son for being violent? Didn't he ask you to beat or scold him when he was a child? If you were willing to teach him well, could he become like this?"

"Did you put the blame on me?" Kou Chen was angry: "If I don't care about him, he won't even pass the high school exam!"

"It's all your credit? My son is studying and tutoring. What's not what I worry about? Now my grades have finally improved. If you ask him to go to the United States, what if he learns bad things again, what should I do if he absorbs Du?"

"If you go to the United States to study bad things, will you not learn bad things when you go to the United Kingdom?"

"At least I'm watching him when I go to England."

"Then why don't you go back to China and look at him?"

Zhao Jiahe sneered: "Why don't I come back? I'm afraid that someone will feel uncomfortable when I come back."

"Anyway, this matter is settled, there is nothing to say."

"impossible."

Zhao Jiahe doesn't want to quarrel with Kou Chen. As he gets older, he becomes more and more stubborn. No matter what he says, Kou Chen doesn't listen to it. He has been married for many years. Even though he has few opportunities to get along, Zhao Jiahe knows Kou Chen's personality well, and it is difficult to change anything he believes in through words.

However, Zhao Jiahe would not give in to this matter. Kou Xiang either stayed at home or went to the UK.

"Do you have to sing a opposite tune with me?" Kou Chen's tone was much higher.

Sing the opposite? Maybe.

Zhao Jiahe sat calmly on the sofa, maintaining a dignified demeanor. Perhaps years of resentment had been accumulated in her heart, but she just didn't want Kou Chen to be satisfied.

Regarding the issue of son education, Zhao Jiahe, as a mother, must have an absolute right to speak. Over the years, she has nothing, no husband's moment of tender love, nor the rights that she should enjoy as a wife. She only has her own son.

Kou Xiang sat by the sofa playing with his cell phone, listening to the two people's argument, and he had no expression on his face.

The dispute between husband and wife became more and more intense. After a few minutes, he finally stood up impatiently and walked straight upstairs in three or two steps.

"Kou Xiang, come back, we haven't finished speaking yet!"

"Who told you to leave!"

He turned a deaf ear to his parents' shouts, walked back to his room, and with a loud bang, he closed the door hard and closed all the troubles outside.

"Look, it's all your bad tempers that you have spoiled."

"What do you mean when I spoiled it? My son became like this. Don't you need to be responsible? Have you ever cared about him over the years?"

Kou Xiang lay on the bed, covering his ears with his pillow, but he still couldn't stop the dispute coming from outside the door. He pulled his collar. Even though it was late autumn, he still felt that the air was extremely stuffy.

He threw the pillow out irritably, smashed it to the door, and landed silently.

At this time, the phone ringing sounded, and he grabbed his phone and wanted to smash it on the wall. The word "squeak" jumped on the screen made him stop in time.

He took a deep breath and answered the phone, making his voice sound as calm and steady as possible.

"Um?"

"It's nothing." Yang Zhi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the library, with several books under his armpit: "I'll ask you, how is the situation."

"Don't worry." Kou Xiang said: "No one can force me to do something I'm not happy with."

"No, I hope you will think about going abroad and don't act irritably. Because it is the opinion of your parents, I will reject it. If it is really helpful to your future development."

Before Yang Zhi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Kou Xiang: "I know very well what I want, and can be responsible for my choices, and will not act irritably."

"oh."

She knew that Kou Xiang had always had his own ideas. He said that he wanted to take the first-class exam and wanted to continue on the path he liked and recognized.

"Then you have a good chat with your parents, they will understand you."

"Um."

Kou Xiang pursed the corner of his mouth, not wanting to worry her too much: "I know, just review it carefully and don't worry about it."

"I'm reading a book in the library."

"Be serious."

"I know."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Yang Zhi said and waited for a while. Kou Xiang had not hung up yet, so she did not hung up either.

"Why don't you hang up the phone?" Kou Xiang asked her.

"I'll wait for you to hang up first." This way she will feel more at ease.

Kou Xiang smiled silently: "Follower, I'm about to die."

"Um."

Just as Yang Zhi was about to put down the phone, the silent earpiece was accompanied by a slight electric current, and she seemed to vaguely hear his deep breath, and the breath sounded like a deep breathing from her breath.

At that moment, her heart suddenly tightened and the pain was uncontrollable.

"Kou Xiang." She said in a deep voice and tried to call out his name.

"Um?"

"No matter what happens, remember, I love you."

**

After Kou Xiang hung up the phone, he spread his five fingers and rubbed the corners of his eyes hard.

All grievances are nothing wrong. He can choose to remain indifferent by his parents' disputes and ignorance. He can even rebelliously throw away the sentence "I don't want to" after they have formulated all the plans and then leave.

What does he care about? He has been here alone for so many years, and he doesn't care about anything.

However, over the years, the solid city wall built in my heart collapsed with a bang when I heard her voice.

He buried the most vulnerable and softest side in his heart, leaving it to his beloved girl.

As night fell slowly, the disputes downstairs subsided. Kou Xiang listened to the sound of cars in the garage, and soon the couple left the small western-style building.

Kou Xiang lay straight on the bed and went to sleep, but he couldn't sleep. He was upset for a while, so he sat up, grabbed his newly bought guitar, and began to debug the strings.

Not long after, Aunt Zhou knocked on the door: "Young Master, it's time to eat."

"I don't want to eat."

"How can I not eat?"

"I said I don't want to eat, are you annoying?" Kou Xiang roared irritably, and there was no movement outside the door.

There was an explosion in his chest that needed to be vented. He picked up his pen and began to write lyrics on the blank paper.

Before he knew it, it was already late at night and almost completed it in one go. He finished writing a lyrics of a rap. The lyrics were very sharp. He presented the things that had been suppressed for a long time and hidden in the deepest part of his heart in another way.

After venting, I felt a little hungry.

It was just at this moment that Aunt Zhou knocked on his door again: "Young Master, can you come in?"

He said "yes" with a strong nasal sound.

So Aunt Zhou pushed the door and walked in, carrying a bowl of fragrant fermented glutinous rice dumplings, brown sugar, egg dumplings, smelled the smell, Kou Xiang couldn't stand it, so he got up and took the bowl, and took a big gulp.

It's sweet and refreshed, and I feel much more relaxed.

"Slow down, don't choke."
To be continued...