The admission letters have come down, everything is a foregone conclusion, no matter how stubborn Yang Xu is, he can only accept this reality.

That night, Yang Xu and Zhao Xuefang had a big quarrel, and through a thick door panel, they could vaguely hear Yang Xu's angry questioning and Zhao Xuefang's sharp voice.

Yang Jingjing was lying on the bed, her eyes wide open, her eyes fell on a certain point in the air, and she was stunned when she listened to the quarrel between her father and stepmother.

After this incident, the stepmother will be even more disgusted with her, right?

The father will also realize that the stepmother is the stepmother, and he will never be able to treat her like his own daughter, and if the stepmother wants to pretend to love her in front of the father in the future, the father will not fully believe it, right?

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sound of slamming the door outside, followed by a series of heavy and hurried footsteps.

Yang Jingjing sat up from the bed and waited quietly for a while before leaving the room lightly.

Yang Xu lay alone on the sofa in the study, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to be frozen, so depressing that it was breathless.

He looked at the dark brown draped curtains, and the indescribable complex taste churned fiercely in his chest, no less than the sharp stabbing pain that spread from his body to his heart when he was hit by a car.

Since taking Yang Jingjing home, he has not stayed with her for a few days, such a young child was brought to the city alone by him because he was far away from his loving grandfather and close uncles and aunts, but in addition to food and clothing, how could he do more than half of his responsibilities as a father?

Yang Xu turned his face sideways, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

Knock knock!

Yang Xu lay down and didn't move, and the door of the study was pushed open from the outside.

Yang Xu's face sank suddenly, and he was full of annoyance and almost blurted out: "You。。。。。。 ”

The person who leaned in from outside the door was not Zhao Xuefang, but Yang Jingjing with red eyes and a pitiful expression.

The moment he saw Yang Jingjing, the words that Yang Xu had already said came to an abrupt end.

Yang Jingjing looked at her father, her expression was a little timid, she hesitated, but she still walked in, she took the door casually, stood in place and didn't move, just looked at her father, and whispered: "Dad." ”

Yang Xu's heart was sour, this situation was so similar to when he first went to Liu's house to pick up Yang Jingjing!

Yang Xu sat up from the sofa and beckoned to Yang Jingjing.

Yang Jingjing hurriedly came over.

The cautious look on her face deeply stimulated Yang Xu.

Yang Xu asked in a normal tone as much as possible, "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

Yang Jingjing pursed her lips and looked at her father, her eyes turned a little red: "Dad, I'm sorry." ”

Yang Xu's heart trembled, looking at Yang Jingjing who was about to cry, he felt a sense of powerlessness and depression.

This matter can't be blamed entirely on Yang Jingjing, if it weren't for the fact that he usually only knows that he is busy with work and neglects care and discipline, how can he know very little about Yang Jingjing's affairs, obviously when Yang Jingjing first came back, he was still very close to him and loved him every day, but later he gradually became estranged from him.

Yang Xu blamed himself and felt guilty in his heart, when facing Yang Jingjing, where could he still be angry, not to mention that no matter how annoyed and angry he was, in the final analysis, he still had to plan for his daughter.

Yang Xu sighed, and without waiting for him to speak, Yang Jingjing said first: "Dad, I was wrong, don't be angry with me。。。。。。 ”