Chapter Ninety-Seven: Loneliness

Mother Song looked at her son dignified and elegant, her expression was dark, her face was straight, and she said in a tough tone: "Listen to what you mean, that woman doesn't like you?"

Song Yuqiao stood silently in front of her and secretly clenched his fists.

Mother Song snorted coldly: "Song Yuqiao, don't forget your own identity, you are the young master of the Song family, and you will inherit the Song Group in the future."

"I know, but I just want her." Song Yuqiao replied stubbornly.

Mother Song frowned, her son seemed to be very abnormal today.

"What the hell is wrong with you today? This was not the case in the past. Mother Song pondered for a long time before asking.

In the past, Song Yuqiao was elegant, dignified and polite, and never had such reckless behavior, nor would he have such a tough attitude.

And today, Song Yuqiao is like a beast, reckless and rude, completely different from the son of the Song family.

Song Yuqiao's face tightened, his eyelashes lowered and he didn't speak.

Mother Song paused, and then said indifferently: "Forget that woman, the daughter of the Liu Group is going to go on a blind date with you today, you hurry up and prepare."

"Mom, I want to make my own decisions about my life." Song Yuqiao waited for her to finish before answering quickly. There was a strange look in the dark eyes, strange and frightened.

Mother Song was stunned, her face darkened, and she slapped the table: "Don't even think about it, you have to go to this daughter of the Liu family, and you have to go if you don't go!"

Song Yuqiao's face was gloomy, and his heart hurt more and more.

It's like this every time, his parents' marriage is a business marriage, and they are not actually in love, but only because of their interests.

They have worked hard all their lives to bring the Song Group to the next level. But their feelings are not as good as that of a stranger.

Every time he lives in this kind of life that is worse than death, he longs for someone to accompany him, longs for someone to come into his life, likes him, not for anything else, just simply likes.

He didn't like those blind dates, he didn't want to settle anymore, he wanted to leave this place that suffocated him.

"In that case, then I'll go." A trace of injury crossed Song Yuqiao's eyes, and his voice was cold: "Mom, I make my own decisions about my life, and I will never compromise."

When Song Mu heard this, she was furious and threw the teacup on the table over, Song Yuqiao didn't hide, the teacup smashed on his forehead and fell to the ground, shattering. And his forehead was red, a bright color that was particularly eye-catching.

Song's mother was shocked, she was still very concerned about her son, thinking that he would dodge, but she didn't expect him to move.

She wanted to go over to comfort him, but when she raised her eyes and saw the coldness in his eyes, her heart sank, her red lips pursed, she withdrew her hand, suppressed the worry in her heart, and said to him fiercely: "If you have the ability, you can get out!" Never come back! ”

The corners of Song Yuqiao's mouth pulled up a sneer, he reached out and wiped his forehead, lowered his eyelashes, and his expression was obscure.

Without answering her words, he turned and left.

When Song Mu saw that he had really left, she had a headache for a while.

She wants to see where he can go without the name of the Song family!

In less than three days, he will definitely come back because of the money!

Thinking of this, Mother Song rubbed her eyebrows, got up and went back to the room tiredly.

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At twelve o'clock in the evening, the car on the road is driving fast from time to time, and the evening breeze at night is slightly cool.

Song Yuqiao walked aimlessly on the street, many of the shops on the street had closed, and only the self-service stores that were open 24 hours a day were still on.

He walked to a supermarket, took a bottle of mineral water and a pack of cigarettes on the shelf, and while paying, he was suddenly patted on the back.

A voice of familiarity and surprise came.

"Mr. Song?"

Song Yuqiao looked back at the past detachedly, and he didn't react for a while.

She didn't care, smiled and asked him to pay quickly.

Song Yuqiao frowned, and when he paid, he remembered who she was. Last time in the square, he lost his temper, and after being seen by her, he was comforted by her.

As he stepped away, he heard the sound of small footsteps and shouts of exclamation behind him.

"Mr. Song, wait for me!"

"What for?" Song Yuqiao replied in a hoarse voice. looked a little impatient, he was not used to greeting women other than Shen Shengyu, he would only be close to the women he liked.

Fang Yuan didn't care about the detachment in his tone, he walked beside him quite naturally, and asked with a smile, "Do you also live in this community?"

Song Yuqiao raised his eyes and looked at it, and shook his head after being silent for a while.

"Oh!" Fang Yuan was a little disappointed, thinking that he and herself were in the same community, but she was not discouraged, her eyes glanced at the things he bought, and when she saw the cigarette, she asked in amazement: "Mr. Song, are you smoking?"

Song Yuqiao glanced at her lightly, moved his lips, and finally responded.

Actually, he didn't want to say it, but in the face of her natural inquiry, he couldn't help but say it.

"Mr. Song, let's smoke less, smoke is not good for the lungs."

Song Yuqiao looked gentle and elegant, she thought he was the kind of person who didn't eat fireworks in the world, but she didn't expect to smoke, in fact, she didn't like to smell smoke, because the smell of smoke was too bad.

I don't know how many people have lost their lives because of cigarettes.

But this is someone else's business, and she can't take care of it. It's just that as a doctor, she committed an occupational disease again and began to chatter.

Song Yuqiao walked beside her, silent, silently listening to her nagging.

I was inexplicably satisfied.

"Hey, I'm here, goodbye Mr. Song!" Fang Yuan arrived at the door, his nagging was over, and then he waved goodbye to him with a smile.

Song Yuqiao froze in place, looking at her leaving back, his heart surging.

After a while, he swallowed the distraction in his eyes and walked towards the house he had just rented.

When he got home and turned on the light, he suddenly remembered the events of the afternoon, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

Sheng Yu must be complaining about him, and when he thinks of what he did, he can't stop regretting it.

But want to call and text her. He was timid again, he was afraid that Sheng Yu would say something bad to him.

He took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette familiarly, and just lit it, the nagging just now flashed in his mind, the lighter went out, and the next second it was thrown on the coffee table with the cigarette mixed with the lighter.

Inexplicably, he was a little irritable.

In the past, whenever he was in a bad mood and stressed, he used cigarettes to solve it.

Now that there is no smoke, the more irritable he becomes.

Open the fridge and take out a bottle of beer, pull open the pull tab, and drink it up.

Drinking it couldn't get rid of the anger in his chest that couldn't be dissipated, but his brain was already starting to get confused.

He collapsed on the couch and slowly closed his eyes.

A tear crossed the corner of his eye.

He thought that he was lonely, and in this great world, he was lonely and a little sad.