During the day, accompanied by Song Qingyan, life was quite pleasant.

But......

Song Qingyan is old and in poor health, so she can't stay with her all the time, her son doesn't come, and Qiao An doesn't come, as long as she thinks of her son and Qiao An together, she panics.

Dissatisfaction with Joan grows.

One mind decides: It was Joan who didn't let her son come over!

The son was seduced by Joan's vixen and became disrespectful of even her mother.

In the past, she didn't say anything to Qiao An, watching silently, even if it was her fault for being a mother, he never scolded her for half a sentence.

Now, my son helps Qiao An talk all the time, defends Qiao An everywhere, and goes against her, how can I swallow this breath!

Ye Wanyi's eyes are above the top, and she is used to being pampered, she always feels superior and looks down on the people around her.

Especially Joan.

The Qiao family was in such a state of despair, if it weren't for the Song family's help, Qiao Mufeng's old man would have been imprisoned a long time ago, how could there be today!

Shen Tao knew her too well, and with just one sentence, she knew how much Ye Wanyi hated Qiao An, and immediately said, "Aunt Ye, if you don't like Qiao An, find a way to let her leave the Song family!" ”

"If she makes a mistake, Ah Chen can't cover her, do you say?"

Ye Wanyi nodded again and again, grabbing her hand and not letting go: "Yes, yes, what Tao Tao said makes sense!" ”

"Tell me how to make her make mistakes."

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Winter nights are always extraordinarily long.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Yichen walked into the bedroom with a cold air, and saw a figure lying on the bed, his eyes flashing.

It is said that the daughter is the little lover of her father's last life, and eighty percent of them came to him early.

Otherwise......

How can the little girl choose her dad to make trouble when she is doing what she likes!

However, he was really well-behaved early in the morning, and after agreeing to tell her the story, the little girl soon fell asleep, which comforted his tangled and anxious heart.

The moment he confirmed that his daughter was asleep, he left as fast as he could, returning to the bedroom.

"Haven't slept yet?"

When I saw Qiao An half-leaning on the bed flipping through the book and waiting for herself, a warm current slowly slipped through her heart.

It feels good to be waited.

Joan put down the book and instead of answering his question, she asked him, "Went to bed early?" ”

The man nodded, stood in the warm air out of the hole, and warmed his body before he lifted the quilt and got in.

Joan didn't worry about his arm, so she uncovered the sleeve of her home clothes and rolled it up to check his injuries: "How did you get it?" ”

There was a medical kit at home, and she brought it when he was with him early.

Song Yichen sat quietly on the edge of the bed, letting her bandage her wounds, watching her busy movements for herself, her heart warmed.

"Does it hurt?" The gauze was uncovered layer by layer, the blood color became more and more obvious, the gauze that touched the skin had dried up, and it was stuck with the wound, Qiao An didn't dare to use force, for fear of tearing him, full of distress.

After being injured, Shen Tao only clamored for him to accompany him, and he didn't care if he hurt at all.

Something rolled in his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

Qiao An thought it hurt him, so she moved more lightly: "Then I'll be a little lighter." ”

As soon as the words fell, he fell into a warm and wide embrace.

The faint aroma of his body poured into the tip of his nose strongly, instantly occupying her internal organs, and holding her heart together.

This man, as long as he treats her a little bit, she will sink into that tenderness and can't turn over.