Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

There were many parts omitted from Zhou Xing's story. Xie Fei held his chin with his hand, a little distracted.

Munashe and Yao should be in the same time and space line as the world he entered, but it was a bit too coincidental.

He looked down at his clenched hand. The ring on Zhou Xing's hand was a little cold, and the pattern on the ring...

Xie Fei was stunned for a moment. If I remembered correctly, this ring used to be a plain ring, right? Where did the pattern come from?

"elder brother……"

"Mother, I have something to ask you."

Before Xie Fei could finish his words, Zhou Xing stood up and looked at Meng Fuge with an extremely solemn expression.

"Ouch." Meng Fuge avoided his gaze, stretched, and said with a sweet smile: "I'm tired. Mom is old, and I need to rest early."

Time seems to have frozen her age, and you can't even describe her as "old".

Zhou Xing narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Mother."

Meng Fuge paused and touched the tip of her nose. She felt a little guilty being stared at by her beloved son. Her expression became gentle, but her tone was filled with a warning: "Baby, there are some things that you'd better not know too clearly."

Xie Fei listened to the mother and son talking in a charade with a confused look on his face.

Zhou Xing noticed his gaze, reached out and rubbed his head, bent down and whispered: "My mother and I have something to talk about. You stay here and rest until I come back, okay?"

Why did Xie Fei feel that his tone was like he was coaxing a child?

Did this person experience any stimulation in the copy?

The corridor at the spatial point always exists, and as long as the door is closed, the sounds inside and outside will be blocked.

Before coming out, Zhou Xing took off his coat and gave it to Xie Fei, who put it on him. At this moment, he was wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his arms, and a lit cigarette was pinched between his slender fingers.

Meng Fuge was still wondering what Zhou Xing would ask her, but after hearing what he said, her expression froze.

"Mother, what am I?"

Damn, good question.

Meng Fuge gritted her teeth. This was simply an unsolvable problem.

Zhou Xing touched his neck and said coldly: "Since entering the Eternal Tower, I feel that I am becoming less and less like a human. I can heal, and even the pain has weakened until I can no longer feel it."

The cigarette in his hand was filled with smoke. When the burning cigarette butt was about to touch his skin, Meng Fuge reached out from the side, grabbed the cigarette, and crushed it in her hand. She said expressionlessly: "Zhou Xing, you are a human being, with birth, aging, sickness and death, and seven emotions and six desires. You must always remember that I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you with untold hardships, not for you to sit here and ask me what you are."

She threw the cigarette on the ground, stepped on it with her high heels, her eyes deep, and rubbed Zhou Xing's hair fiercely, sighing: "Xingxing, you are my son, a piece of flesh that fell from my body. You are Zhou Xing, not anyone else. From childhood to adulthood, I have been teaching you how to live freely, to do whatever you want, to love whoever you want, and to love boldly. Don't be bound for life anymore."

Zhou Xing found it a little unbelievable, as Meng Fuge rarely said such things to him.

In my memory from childhood to adulthood, Meng Fuge has never been a very good mother, but the maternal love she expressed has never been less.

When Zhou Xing was a child, he was teased by boys in school because he was prettier than girls, but he always ignored them and watched them do those childish and ridiculous things in front of him like clowns.

At that time, Zhou Xing had never fought. In the eyes of his teacher, he was a well-behaved and quiet child who spoke little and worked seriously.

Once after school, the driver came a little late and Zhou Xing was waiting for the bus at the school gate.

Three or five little boys came up to him, trying to touch his face and pull his hair, saying, "Zhou Xing, why are you acting like a little girl? Are you a girl?"

Just as Zhou Xing moved away, Meng Fuge came.

"Are you guys bullying our Xingxing, you little brats?"

When Zhou Xing turned around, he saw Meng Fuge and Zhou Nantian.

The man was wearing glasses and a black suit, and looked like he had just come down from a conference venue. He had Meng Fuge's coat draped over his arm and was holding her newly bought bag in his hand.

Zhou Nantian did not make any comment about his son being bullied. He just watched Meng Fuge handle it calmly.

Everyone knew the status of the Zhou family in Kyoto. After knowing that their own children had bullied the only young master of the Zhou family, the parents of those boys immediately took people to the Zhou family to apologize.

At dusk that day, Zhou Xing stood at the bedroom window, looking towards the garden.

In front of Meng Fuge were the parents of those boys. She slapped each of them without hesitation. The sound came into Zhou Xing's ears from the garden through the half-open window.

"Zhou Xing is my most precious son, Meng Fuge. If you touch him, you are touching my Meng Fuge, and it is a provocation to the Meng and Zhou families. From today on, I don't want to see you and these little bastards in Kyoto, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

……

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open.

Zhou Xing turned around and saw his father.

"Did you see it?" Zhou Nantian walked to his side. The father and son stood in front of the window together, looking at Meng Fuge in the garden.

The woman was wearing a long dress and no jewelry except for the ring on her hand. Her long hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, with only a few strands of hair falling on her ears. She was more eye-catching and beautiful than any flower in the garden.

"When I first met your mother, I couldn't imagine what she would be like as a mother. I saw it after you were born." Zhou Nantian seemed to be lost in memories, tapping his fingertips on the window sill irregularly. "She was like a girl who never grew up. She loved to play and was crazy. I used her to marry her for the status and benefits I wanted. The agreement before the marriage was to be a loving couple that everyone envied in front of outsiders, but after the wedding, she tore up the agreement and acted willfully. No one could stop her."

Zhou Xing listened to his father's words with an expressionless face. Ever since he could remember, he knew that the relationship between his parents was not good. It could even be described as strange or even deformed.

"Your birth is like making her grow up."

After Meng Fuge dealt with those parents and asked the housekeeper to send them away, she turned around to look at Zhou Xing's bedroom. The first thing she saw was the expressionless faces of the father and son.

Zhou Xing looks like his mother, but his personality is similar to his father, he is a gentleman but a scumbag, a madman at heart.

Meng Fuge smiled downstairs and made a big heart shape to them.

Zhou Xing seemed to hear a chuckle, and glanced sideways at his father beside him, just in time to see the smile on the corner of his mouth that he had not yet had time to retract.

"Father, do you love her?"

When Zhou Xing blurted out this sentence, the smile on Zhou Nantian's face disappeared instantly, as if it was an illusion.

"No love, never."