"I want to go to Qingcheng, I want to see your little angel." Seventeen said softly.

Rong Zhen paused, slowly raised his eyes, and looked into her pure and immaculate pupils.

"Would your family be willing?" Rong Zhen asked funny, just as a child's joke, he hoped that there was a big child with his little angel, and it would be better to be the child's mother, but ......

"My dad? My brother doesn't want me anymore......" Seventeen said softly.

Rong Zhen smiled, "Your brother will come back, believe me, angels have magic, as long as you keep thinking, he will come back." ”

Rong Zhen put Seventeen's foot on his knee, gently blew the dirt on the soles of her feet, wiped them clean with a towel, and then applied medicine to the scratched instep and soles of her feet.

She began to sing, her toes curled slightly, and her feet stiffened, probably in pain.

"Strong girl." Rong Zhen whispered.

If it hurts, sing it, this method is very good, if it hurts, don't cry, it's useless to cry, that's just a way for the weak to vent, to sing as if nothing happened, to be strong.

"Shall I tell you a story?" Rong Zhen said in a low voice, not asking her, because he had already started to speak, "Little Angel's father and mother met when they were studying abroad, and they had a happy time......"

Seventeen listened fascinated, and when he finished speaking, two lines of tears flowed quietly on his face.

Sometimes, it's not that I don't want to express the pain and suffering in my heart, but I can't find someone I am willing to talk to, I can't find the time I want to say, and I can't find the right time to mention the past. It is becoming more and more precious to meet someone who is willing to confide in him.

When people grow up, how many friends are there around them who can drink like when they were young?

Therefore, people are becoming more and more indifferent, more and more materialistic, and have no feelings and warmth.

"Why did the little angel's mother die?" Seventeen asked with red eyes, "Little angel, no more mother?" ”

"The little angel's father was afraid that she would be sad, so he told her that her mother was playful and would not go home, and if she loved her father, she must not be playful, and she must remember to go home......"

Seventeen burst into tears, and suddenly lay on the sofa and cried very sadly.

Rong Zhen sighed, "Seeing you is like seeing my daughter, you are so simple, so, pitiful......"

He is a father, but he can't do more for his daughter, and his daughter wants a mother, but he has never been able to give her a good mother.

"Kiki......

Tang Jinteng knocked on the door outside, and he heard the sound in the house, but he couldn't bear to cry his daughter, so he made a sound.

Rong Zhen immediately raised his head and looked at the door, and Seventeen also slowly got up, sniffing and looking at Rong Zhen inexplicably.

"Kiki, it's Daddy." Tang Jinteng knocked on the door again and said softly.

Rong Zhen got up and gently stroked Seventeen's hair, "I'll open the door." ”

The door opened, Rong Zhen glanced at the person standing outside the door, startled, and said, Well, why is this sound so familiar.

"Don, President Tang......"

Tang Jinteng waved his hand and motioned him not to be restrained, "I won't disturb you." ”

"No, no, President Tang, please come in." Rong Zhen quickly wiped his face and cheered up to deal with it.

I really didn't expect to meet President Tang late at night, invite people into the house, and look back and forth between President Tang and the girl.

"She'......"

"My daughter, Tang Shiqi." Tang Jinteng explained simply.

“…… I see. Rong Zhen suddenly realized on the spot, no wonder he lived here.

Tang Jinteng half-squatted in front of Seventeen, reached out to hold his daughter's hand, and asked softly, "Qiqi, I'm my father, do you remember?" ”

Seventeen looked at Tang Jinteng, Tang Jinteng looked at Seventeen's gradually focused gaze, and he was overjoyed in his heart, and clenched her hand.

"Kiki, Kiki, take a good look at Dad, huh?" Tang Jinteng spoke softly.

Seventeen hands retracted, Tang Jinteng shook it and still let go, "It's okay if you don't remember, let's go home first, okay?" ”

"Go home......" Seventeen muttered.

It's not that she can't see the world, it's that she doesn't want to see. When her father half-squatted in front of her, she withdrew her consciousness again, unwilling to see or listen, and the hands and feet that had just been stretched out gradually retracted into her own world.

She is disappointed in her relatives around her, so she is unwilling to accept it anymore.

Such a cowardly person, on the one hand, feels sorry for his parents and relatives, and on the other hand, he ruthlessly pushes everyone away, no one wants it, and no one wants to admit it. Contradictory torture yourself, Ling Chi yourself.

Tang Jinteng smiled lightly, his face was full of tears, he approached Seventeen, tentatively picked her up with both hands, little by little.

"Let's go home, good ......"

Seventeen circled his father's neck, his eyes spread, and he hummed the nursery rhyme softly.

Rong Zhen looked at President Tang who walked out, and his eyes became deep. If there is a singing voice that seems to have not come back, it is not as light as he heard it before, but it has become ethereal and sad, a faint injury, brushing the pain in his heart. Most people who have been injured are easily infected, and Rong Zhen covers his faintly painful heart.

How deep and heavy did she have to carry the shackles on her body before she was desperate enough to lock herself off?

She doesn't want to see her family, why?

Tang Jinteng carried seventeen back to the quiet villa, she curled up by herself, pulled the quilt and fell asleep.

Tang Jinteng was sitting next to the sofa, and at this moment he realized that it was his father who his daughter was escaping!

He just wanted to shelter her from the wind and rain, but he hurt her for the rest of her life, Tang Jinteng covered his eyes with his big palm, and tears welled up.

No one is wrong, it is his father who is wrong. The wife is right, it is he who wants to control his daughter's life single-handedly, which led to the current result, if he is willing to let go and let his daughter find her own happiness, he will not interfere too much, and her daughter will not be what she is today.

At this moment, he realized that she sang the nursery rhyme repeatedly, subconsciously willing. She doesn't want to be tied down, she wants a free life, she wants her own life, not a life that is set and arranged.

Tang Jinteng sat until dawn and went to the club early in the morning, his face a little haggard.

There are quite a few people coming in and out of the Chamber of Commerce today, more than yesterday. Tang Jinteng was tired of coping, and his health was very worrying.

Such a legendary man who has never been soft and has never asked for someone in his life, but now he is heartbroken for his children's affairs. As long as his children can recover, he is willing to scatter his family wealth.

Maybe he really did too much evil, so now he is working tirelessly to help people, young people can pull all the things that can be pulled, and all the things that make profits in business are done, and little by little he accumulates blessings for his children.

Rong Zhen sent the document to Tang Jinteng, "President Tang, you have a look." ”

Tang Jinteng glanced at the sharing ratio, didn't say anything, signed directly, and then handed the document back to Rong Zhen.