นักเขียน: The snow of an iceberg เครื่องแปลภาษา
For the sake of her future life, Song Qian stood there silently for a while. She tried her best to put on a smile and followed Song Qian back into the house.
When she entered the house, she saw that the table was full of wolves. There was not much rice left in the house. Most of the porridge that had been cooked had already been consumed.
There were two eggs, and only the skin of the eggs was left on the table.
When Song Qian saw this situation, she really wanted to get angry. She had left food for both of them.
It was so rare that she had given it to her mother and brother directly. She had specially left some thick ones, hoping to cultivate a relationship with her father and have a warm dinner together.
However, in the end, she had only come in a little late and the dinner was about to be finished. Her father did not even ask if she had eaten.
Song Qian looked at the remaining porridge. If she did not do it now, she would have to go hungry tonight.
However, just as she picked up the basin, it was pressed down.
Song de said, "This is not enough for me. Go and deal with your mother!
"There's nothing for you to do here. You can leave first! "
Song Qian watched as her father took the basin and poured all the rice in it into the bowl. He did not even look at her, as if she did not exist.
Just as she was in a daze, she saw her father throw the chopsticks onto the table. He got up and left... ...
Song Qian was so angry that she almost flipped the table over, but for the sake of her plan, she could only endure it and tidy up the things.
When she walked out of the room, she heard her father's excited laughter coming from her mother's room. Her heart skipped a beat. Why didn't she come out earlier? !
She didn't know if she had missed the news, but she quietly went to the corner to eavesdrop again. She heard everything that was said in the room.
Tang Shufen sat there in a daze. She said in disbelief, "Song Jianguo, he became an engineer?
Is this true?"
Thinking of that magnificent man, even if he was wearing coarse linen clothes, he could still be recognized at a glance in the crowd.
She really wanted to touch his beautiful face, but every time, it was in a dream that she could realize the most humble wish in her heart.
The children were born one by one. The thought of resting was almost ignited by Song Yi as he grew up. Looking at his similar face, it could be said that she loved and hated him.
When she was in the dead of night, she especially wanted to destroy that face to dispel the fear in her heart, because Song Yi's face represented the evidence of what she had done!
Sometimes, she would often dream of Song Yi's Mother's face in the middle of the night, and she would ask herself why?
Later, when Song Yi ran away from home and went to work, she gradually forgot about it, so she had fewer nightmares.
Who would have thought that it was only because she accidentally spilled the beans last time that this man found out about Song Jianguo's situation?
Song de put away the excited smile on his face and lit up his cigarette. "Isn't that right?
"This is the result of me running for a whole day!
"I didn't think that your unexpected actions back then would actually make my son successful! "
Tang Shufen looked at Song de's smug face and couldn't help but pour cold water on him. "Then my son won't acknowledge you.
"Besides, the capital is so big. Even if you want to go now, you don't have the money to go.
"It's just a taste of your mouth. For the rest of your life, just be honest and stay with me and my son in the countryside!
You're just a Bumpkin, and you want to live a life of superiority.
Do you think you have that fate?
I calculated my son's fate for him, and I don't want you to ruin it!"