Song Nanqiao actually knew very well in her heart that if it weren't for her and Chen Yu, her mother wouldn't be able to survive now.

She silently chose to stand behind her to accompany her, but no matter how warm the sun was, it couldn't dispel the cold in her heart.

Zhang Meiling was tired of crying, so she leaned on the tombstone, her head against the photo of Song's father, as if she was hugging each other like a father and wife in the world.

But she choked up and couldn't say a complete sentence, and her eyes were full of tears, full of desolation and loneliness.

A full two hours have passed, Zhang Meiling's body is already very weak, and after such a toss, the whole person has become more weak.

Song Nanqiao felt uncomfortable for no reason, she walked over and squatted beside her, "Mom, it's time for you to go back and rest, Dad definitely doesn't want to see you like this, if you're afraid that he's too lonely, then let's come here to see him once a day, okay?"

When she saw her mother tormenting her like this, she felt more and more guilty in her heart, hating herself for not being able to protect them.

"Good ......"

Mother Song nodded, and was just about to get up, when she suddenly felt black in front of her eyes and fainted, but fortunately, Song Nanqiao supported her in time by her side.

She hurriedly sent her mother back to the villa, and the family doctor diagnosed that the old man was overly sad, and he had a good rest, and basically there was no problem.

When Song Nanqiao cleaned up everything, it was already half past ten, and he fed some light porridge to Song's mother, who was half-asleep, and after serving her mother to sleep, it was already twelve o'clock.

Zuo Chengxuan has always been on the side to help take care of Song's mother, this scene made Song Nanqiao extremely moved.

"You've worked hard, go back and rest early, my mother didn't notify me, and suddenly returned to Bincheng, which caught me off guard!"

She watched her mother's face gradually improve, and in addition to the bitterness, there was also an indescribable emotion in her heart.

"Originally, I asked Aunt Xu to take good care of her abroad, and then I also wanted to settle there, and I didn't plan to let her return to this sad place at all, I was afraid that it would affect her condition. ”

When he heard Song Nanqiao mention the word 'settled', Zuo Chengxuan's eyes subconsciously dodged, not wanting to face this topic.

"Actually, it's not bad for my aunt to return to Bincheng, after all, with you and Chenyu by his side, the condition can get better faster, and I also arranged a sanatorium for my aunt in advance, and I can also receive good treatment, which is still very close to the company, and when you are free, you will accompany your aunt." ”

Song Nanqiao seemed to be thoughtful, and nodded after a while, "You are right, my mother is really too lonely when she is abroad." ”

Zuo Chengxuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he glanced at the time, "You can rest quickly, I'll go back first, and I'll come back tomorrow morning." ”

A grateful smile tugged at the corner of her lips, "Thanks to you today, thank you." ”

"Jojo, I said it, don't thank me, you know, I don't want your thanks. ”

Song Nanqiao didn't feel good in her heart, she said early in the morning that her heart was dead.

"Cheng Xuan, I can't give ......"

"I went back. ”

He wasn't going to listen to her, he turned and left.

Early the next morning, Song Nanqiao sent Chenyu to the kindergarten, and when he came back, it was still early, so he simply prepared to make a breakfast by himself.

Aunt Xu just gave her a hand, in fact, Song Nanqiao's cooking is very fragrant, but she has been busy with various work, and she has no time to cook herself.

Once, in order to trap a man's stomach, she did not hesitate to spend money to specialize in pastry and cooking.

just wants Tang Jingze to treat her differently and fall in love with the food she makes.

"You did it?"

Zuo Chengxuan just walked into the entrance and saw the sumptuous breakfast on the table, and his face was surprised.

In the past few years abroad, Song Nanqiao has been busy studying, working and improving himself, and he has no time to touch the kitchen.

"Of course. ”

With a warm smile on the corner of Song Nanqiao's mouth, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and handed it over, "Taste it!"

Zuo Chengxuan was flattered.

Aunt Xu next to her covered her mouth and snickered, "This table was prepared by Miss herself, and her craftsmanship is better than mine, which really shocked me." ”

Zuo Chengxuan nodded again and again, raised his head and said with a smile: "Aunt Xu, it's the first time I've seen such a sumptuous breakfast, and it's still made by Qiao Qiao himself, it seems that I'm really stained with Auntie's light!"

Song Nanqiao watched the two of them come and go, obviously teasing her in the morning, and was speechless for a while.

"Have breakfast, where is there so much nonsense!" Song Nanqiao pretended to be angry and looked at Zuo Chengxuan, "You go and wash your hands and get ready to eat, I'll go upstairs and call my mother." ”

Zuo Chengxuan hurriedly stood up, "I'll go with you!"

"No, I'll just go. She turned around and went straight upstairs.

Zuo Chengxuan's chest was injected with a strange touch, the so-called home is this feeling.

If he could, he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life.

As soon as Song Nanqiao entered the room, he saw that Song Mu had already packed herself, stood at the window with a shawl, and looked into the distance.

Hearing her open the door and come in, Zhang Meiling turned her face slightly sideways and raised a faint arc.

In the past few years, it is the first time that Song Nanqiao has seen her in such a good state.

"Our home is in that direction!"

Song Nanqiao knew that she was talking about the old house of the Song family.

"Hmm!"

The house only belongs to the Song family, and she will take it back sooner or later!

"Have you eaten?" Zhang Meiling retracted her gaze lonely, but there was still a soft smile in her eyes, she turned her head and looked at Song Nanqiao.

Song Nanqiao retracted his thoughts at this time, lowered his eyes and nodded.

"Mom, I'll help you downstairs. ”

"No, I'm not at that age yet, I know, my physical condition in recent years has been very bad, so I'm worried, I didn't see Chenyu when I came back yesterday, and I called him over for a while, I want to meet my little grandson!"

"Good...... Okay, he's already in school and will be back in the evening. ”

Song Nanqiao couldn't help but laugh and looked at her mother, and slapped her hand away with a strong face, not letting her support herself.

Sure enough, since she had Chenyu, her daughter's position could only be relegated to the second.

"Cheng Xuan said that he was going to arrange a sanatorium for me, how are the preparations?"

"I'll take you to see it when we're done with breakfast. ”

No matter what Song's mother asks, Song Nanqiao will respond in a timely manner, it is rare that her mother is willing to say a few more words, it seems that yesterday's 'catharsis' is very useful.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine, I don't have any other requirements for you, just live yourself, instead of letting you think about how to take revenge every day, Tang Jingze, that man, is not easy to mess with. ”

Thinking that her husband suddenly fell ill and died in the hospital, all this was due to Ji Mengya, a wild woman raised by Tang Jingze, how could Mother Song not hate......

However, the hatred of re-entering the bones is not as important as one's own flesh and blood.

What's more, now Song Nanqiao still has Xiao Chenyu, no matter what, she has to protect herself thoroughly, and protecting Chenyu and her daughter is the most important thing.

Song Nanqiao lowered his eyes and didn't say anything, just nodded.

This morning was spent in laughter.

At noon, Song Nanqiao followed Song's mother to see the sanatorium, and after returning to the company, the assistant walked into the office with a ticket.

"Mr. Song, the specific things have been arranged, and we can set off at any time. ”

"Book your ticket for the afternoon. ”