Liu Piaofu fell to the ground, stroking his proud chest with his skillful hands, stunned: "You know what? My figure is not what it used to be, you see, how full it is, how charming it is, but I hate myself so much, and I hate you so much. You're so ruthless, so ruthless...... ”

Thinking of how many days and nights he had, how many hardships he had had, just to take revenge for his indifferent words, but when he appeared, his hatred unconsciously softened. Immediately, he threw this thought out again, and hissed to himself: "Am I still in love with him?" No, I hate him, I hate him. ”

……

Although he hadn't been to Song Yuqing's house for five years, Xia Liu was still familiar with it and quickly found the community. Compared to five years ago, the vines on the trellis in front of her house are denser and more abundant.

Six years ago, when he first came, he drenched her in the rain for three hours, and how lovely and beautiful she was at that time. But now, her beauty no longer belongs to her .......

Just as he was thinking about it, a scolding voice interrupted his thoughts: "What are you doing here?" You are not welcome here. ”

"Damn, it's this dead sister again."

Thinking of Song Yuqing's attitude towards him, Xia Liu naturally thought that he was instigated by him, not to be outdone, and shouted: "Song Yuhua, I didn't go to your house again, what are you shouting about." But you, what are you doing here? Dead sister control. ”

Song Yuhua scratched the long nails of his little finger defiantly, as if he didn't hear clearly, and asked, "What did you say?" Just now the ear suddenly failed, you're saying it again. ”

"I said you were a dead sister."

Xia Liu's deafening voice made Song Yuhua's ears buzz, he closed his eyes, shook his head back and forth, glared angrily, and stared at him for a while. Suddenly burst into laughter: "Haha, you kid, haven't eaten, go, I'll invite you to dinner." ”

Xia Liu was at a loss by Song Yuhua's sudden invitation, you must know that he and his former second brother can't fight each other, let alone eat, it's good if he doesn't eat his face. Naturally, he refused: "I'm sorry, I don't eat with my sister." ”

Song Yuhua didn't get angry, but asked, "I heard that Susan is very beautiful." ”

For the Song family, Xia Liu's unspeakable disgust, especially in the days after knowing the truth, every time he thought of the past, his heart would ache faintly, and it was rare to have the opportunity to hit their superior pride, he was willing to let it go, and smiled proudly: "No, her beauty, there is no second person in the world in my heart." ”

"And how does she compare to Yuqing?"

Xia Liu looked at Song Yuhua seriously for a while, quite proud: "Yuqing has no point of comparison with her. My Susan loves me very much, she is the most beautiful angel in my heart. As for the one you are talking about, you already have the answer in your heart, why are you asking me. What do you think I am to comment on her? She is she and I am me. Don't worry, when she gets married, I will take back my Wen'er, and in the future, I won't bother her again, are you still satisfied with this answer? ”

At this time, a beautiful voice came from the community: "Brother, what nonsense are you talking to him." ”

Song Wen, who poked his little head out of the door, was overjoyed when he saw his father, jumped into Xia Liu's arms with open arms, and looked at him expectantly: "Dad, Dad......, are you here to pick up Wen'er and go home?" Wen'er was praised by the teacher today! Are there any rewards? ”

"Yes, No, the fruit that Dad bought for you from outside at this time is very sweet, do you want it?"

He handed the fruit to his son, and was immersed in his cheerful laughter. A figure who walked out of the house, draped in a bathrobe, walked here wet, the appearance of the male host, made him lose the desire to stay, stroked his son's little head, and tempted: "Your uncle said that there is something you want for you, do you want it?" ”

"Is it a flute?"

Seeing his father nodding, Song Wen couldn't wait to pull his arm and look at Song Yuqing expectantly, hoping to get her permission.

"Mom will buy it for you tomorrow, okay."

When Song Wen heard this, he threw the fruit in his hand far away, tears began to roll in his eyes, and he shook off his mother's outstretched hand several times, tears came out of his eyes, and he didn't leave on the ground. Although he didn't know what his ghostly son was thinking, Xia Liu still sat on the ground with him and wiped away his tears: "Crying and crying, are you still a little man?" Wen'er, in addition to your mother, you also have a father, don't you? Or do you think that Dad's words don't work? ”

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Zongheng, who was already standing behind Song Yuqing, and said to her: "There are guests in your house today, I will take Wen'er away, you have no opinion!" ”

"No, you ......."

Before Song Yuqing finished speaking, Xia Liu had already walked forward with Song Wen who was smiling. provoked her to stomp her feet: "Brother, Zong Heng, you go back first!" ”

Wang Zongheng looked at Song Yuqing infatuatedly and smiled confidently: "Yuqing, leave him alone." A little person, is it worth your bother? So be it! You sue the court tomorrow, and we will fight for Wen'er's custody for you, okay? ”

"Wang Zongheng, what should I do, it's not your turn to point fingers. You have so much time, go and accompany Jianhao more, my side is very good. You talk first, I'll go find Wen'er ....... ”

Knowing that Xia Liu's house is not far from here, only ten minutes away, Song Yuqing knows that according to Xia Liu's temperament, he will definitely walk home. Hurriedly quickened his pace and chased after the sea. Soon, she saw the figure of father and son. Song Wen's legs were clamped around Xia Liu's neck, and his small hands were held together with his father's big hands. Although Song Yuqing in the distance didn't know what they were talking about, this scene was a scene that she could not hope for in the past five years.

As they got closer, the conversation between the two became clear:

"Dad, that Uncle Wang is so annoying, pestering my mother every day."

"Really? Wen'er! You're not grown up yet, don't think about it that much. I'll take you to meet an aunt tomorrow, okay? That aunt is beautiful! Moreover, you can also meet Yusheng. ”

"Really? All right! All right! ”

"You tap, tugging at Daddy's hair."

"Wen'er helped her father blow it, and it won't hurt anymore soon."

……

"Dad, look, it's Uncle Transcript."

Looking over with the eyes, I saw Xia Cheng lying on the beach. The father and son trotted over, and Song Wen got down from his father and stared at him.

Xia Cheng covered his eyes with his hands: "I said, can you two not look at me with such condescending eyes, it's very awkward." What are you laughing at, rabbit cub, do you still want your flute? ”

Song Wen was nervous, for fear that Xia Qian would regret it: "Uncle, you can't talk and don't count." ”