Zhizhi walked up from behind her, wiped her face with a small sleeve with a pout, "Mom, why are you crying, Mom, don't cry......"

Song Qingge raised his hand and wiped it from his face, but he touched the cold tears in his palms, and then realized that he had unconsciously shed tears.

Whether these tears were scared or wronged, or happy, even she couldn't figure it out.

Biting his lip, he stood pitifully in front of her, "Mom, is that terrible uncle going to take me away?" Mom, you're not going to give me to him, are you? Mom, I'm afraid ......"

Song Qingge glanced up at the child, a child who was more than four years old, could already understand the conversation between adults, and his eyes were full of horror and fear, like a porcelain doll.

She only felt a stab in her heart, and she was almost out of breath in pain, so she took her daughter into her arms, rested her head on the child's shoulder socket, and the whole person was trembling, "No, mom won't give the baby to anyone, mom will protect you, don't be afraid." ”

She sat on the floor with the child in her arms for a long time, until it was already dark outside, and then she got up and went to clean up and cook for the child.

Zhan Qi was determined to clean her up, the house was smashed, and the kitchen was naturally not spared, pots and pans were damaged, porcelain bowls were smashed, and there was not even a pot that could cook rice.

There was really no way, so she had to cook a bag of instant noodles for the child with the only barely usable enamel basin, and lay a poached egg to make up dinner.

The old-fashioned wooden coffee table was overturned, and the glass on it was shattered, and there was no way to use it, so Song Qingge had to build a cardboard box and let the child lie on it to eat.

Because of her illness, she has always not allowed her to eat junk food such as instant noodles, so the child eats it once in a while and feels very happy.

Seeing that she was just holding her chin and looking at herself, she pushed her small bowl in front of her, "Mom, why don't you eat it." ”

Song Qingge pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, and touched her head, "Mom is not hungry, you can eat." ”

Probably because I was frightened during the day, and I went to bed early at night.

Zhan Qi's people directly smashed the door lock and came in, so the lock couldn't be used. Song Qingge borrowed a pair of locks and lock pages from a neighbor's house, and installed a set of padlocks from the house to barely survive the night.

When it was locked, Song Qingge stroked the cold big lock, and he was a little distracted in a trance.

She used to be the eldest lady who didn't touch the spring water with her fingers, let alone the lock, and she hadn't even seen what the lock was. At that time, Zhan Qi also laughed at her, a person like her has been a waste all her life.

But now she has learned all kinds of skills, she can change water pipes, fix electric lights, and even fix refrigerators and washing machines.

In the past, the aura of the eldest lady of the Song family no longer exists, and now she is just an ordinary single mother who works hard to make money for her children.

Song Qingge didn't fall asleep this night, and his mind echoed Zhan Qi's words before leaving, "At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll wait for you in my office", and he couldn't fall asleep after turning it over and over.

Child, she naturally couldn't give it to Zhan Qi, but she didn't know the man's character best, if she didn't do what he wanted and angered him, she couldn't think about the consequences.

But if she didn't give the child to him, was there any other way for her to avoid him?