Sister!

It's been a long time since I've seen her, and she's still so beautiful, and she seems to be a little thinner than before.

Is it because she's sad that she's dead, or is it ...... She pretended it on purpose!

Tong Wanwan's mind is now full of conspiracy theories, even Tang Lingchuan and her eldest brother Tong Yanzhan have become suspects in killing her, what else is impossible?

She doesn't believe anyone now!

"Mr. Song." Tong Ruoqing came to Song Yuexiu, with a soft and graceful smile, tilting her head slightly, and her fingertips gently brushing her hair, and there was a bit of hidden charm.

Song Yuexiu lowered her eyes lightly and said politely, "Miss Tong, I came to visit Mr. Tong today, how is his health?" ”

Daddy, he's sick!

Tong Wanwan's heart tightened suddenly.

A pair of watery eyes looked at Tong Ruoqing anxiously.

"My father's health is fine, and the doctor said that he can recover after half a month of rest." Tong Ruoqing replied appropriately over there, her eyes burning all the time looking at him.

"That's good." Song Yuexiu nodded, "Mr. Tong must have been thinking about his daughter, so he fell ill!" ”

"Hey, Mr. Song is right. The death of his sister hit his father hard, he turned white overnight, his spirit has not been good, and he has no intention of managing the company's affairs. This illness is also caused by too much longing, and the most difficult thing in the world to treat is not heart disease. Tong Ruoqing said, her tone was quite sentimental.

Tong Wanwan's heart was also uncomfortable when he listened to it.

She didn't know that she was dead and her body was turned to ashes, but the pain left behind her loved ones was so long-lasting that it was far from over.

"Time will dilute the sadness, and I believe that Tong can always come out of the shadows." Song Yuexiu comforted.

"I hope so!" Tong Ruoqing smiled, leaned aside, and made a gesture of please, "Mr. Song, please go upstairs with me, my father knew that you were coming, so he specially asked me to come down to pick you up." “

"Good!" Song Yuexiu replied and followed Tong Ruoqing upstairs.

Tong Wanwan and He Xi followed.

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On the second floor, Dickson Tong's bedroom.

Tong Ruoqing raised her hand and knocked on the door twice, pushed the door to enter, and the other people also entered.

The spacious and stylish bedrooms are richly decorated.

At this time, the floor-to-ceiling windows are open, the light is very bright, and the afternoon sun is sprinkled on the corner of the bed, looking warm.

Tong Disheng sat at the head of the bed in a cardigan, but the person in his fifties looked like he was seventy, the whole person looked sluggish, a large circle of thinness, and his hair was gray.

Tong Wanwan couldn't help but reddened her eyes when she saw such a father.

In her memory, her father was a handsome and elegant middle-aged man, although he was almost 60, he looked like he was in his early 40s.

And in front of him, he is so old.

"Yue Xiu is here, sit down, just chat with me." Tong Disheng greeted him like no one.

Song Yuexiu sat down on the chair next to his bed, "I heard that you are not feeling well, I will come to see you." ”

"Hey, this person is useless when he is old, and he wants to clean up the room himself, and he can flash his waist. That little girl will definitely laugh at me if her father is so useless. Tong Disheng laughed at himself sadly.

Tong Wanwan's tears fell suddenly.

She forgot who she was now and blurted out, "Nonsense! I won't laugh at you! ”

“…….”

Song Yuexiu and Tong Disheng both looked at her.

Tong Ruoqing and He Xi also looked at her with wonder and surprise.

The atmosphere was awkward......

Tong Wanwan realized her gaffe later, she wiped her tears and hurriedly remedied, "That...... I want to say that Miss Tong Wanwan won't laugh. Because Tong is always her father, the dearest and most beloved person, she must hope that his father can be healthy and happy, and stop being sad for her. ”

When she finished speaking, everyone was still looking at her.

The atmosphere was even more awkward.

Tong Wanwan bit her lower lip and scratched her forehead, "I'm sorry, I'm talking a little too much!" ”

Her small actions shocked Tong Disheng's heart, and he blurted out: "Wanwan-"