Song Jingyu took a few steps towards the living room and found that there was indeed a person sitting on the sofa, he turned around, but it was not Zhou Fusheng who caught his eye.

"Dad?" She looked at the person in front of her in surprise, "Why are you here?" ”

Song Wanan glanced at her deeply, picked up a cup and poured water, "My own house, why can't I come?" If I didn't, I didn't know you had learned to lie! ”

The water cup was slammed down on the table, and a few drops of water from the cup spilled out of the cup.

Song Jingyu had a headache, knowing that Song Wanan was going to mess around again.

was a little impatient, and walked to the staircase without saying a word, planning to go upstairs, she didn't want to quarrel with Song Wanan.

"Song Jingyu, do you still have my dad in your eyes!" Song Wanan was furious.

She stubbornly stopped, knowing that what awaited her was a reprimand.

Song Wanan walked up to her and grabbed her arm, "How many times have I said that the company is not where you should be, why don't you listen to me?!" ”

"Dad!" Song Jingyu's arm twisted and broke free, "What should I do, it's my own business, you don't have to worry about it." ”

"I'm your dad!" Song Wanan was extremely angry, his eyebrows were raised high, and he was angry, like a lion with a hideous face.

He's always been like that.

When you don't agree with someone, you blow your beard and stare at you.

It is also the most annoying point of Song Jingyu, she turned her back and choked him: "What about my father, my father can control my life at will, control my life?" ”

He was furious, and pointed a finger straight at her, "You ......"

Song Jingyu bit her lip, not having fun, and then added: "If that's the case, then I might as well not have your father." ”

"What did you say!"

The voice, thunderous, roared in her ear, and his face turned from white to blue, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"That's it! What's wrong? Isn't what I'm saying true? Song Jingyu was so angry that she began to say nothing.

"Do you know why my mom left? It's because you always want to interfere in her life and control her mind! ”

"Get out! Get out of here! ”

Song Wanan's whole face turned purple, his eyes were full of anger, he picked up the teacup from the table and threw it on the ground, wanting to blast her out.

Song Jingyu was not ambiguous, as if she couldn't bear it, she turned around and left angrily.

There was a heavy slam on the door.

The room fell silent again after the storm.

Song Wanan trembled and leaned on the sofa, clenching his fists and trying his best to contain his anger, a dull pain in his chest, and he had to hold his chest and cough.

……

This night, Song Jingyu was a little irritable.

After driving aimlessly around the street for an hour, he dialed Zhou Fusheng's phone.

"Something?" He quickly picked it up, his voice cold, as if the air around him was condensing.

Song Jingyu dusted off her cigarette ashes, and the ambiguous words immediately spit out from her mouth: "I miss you." ”

"What do you miss me?" He was smiling.

Even across the phone, she could think of Zhou Fusheng's expression at the moment.

Song Jingyu sighed lightly, extinguished the cigarette butt in her hand in the ashtray, and raised her head slightly, "It's not interesting to say it." ”

Zhou Fusheng's eyes flashed with a shallow light, and then asked, "How is that interesting?" ”

She sneered again and again, but said bluntly: "Do it, do it with you—it's interesting." ”

Song Jingyu deliberately lengthened the sound of the word "do", and laughed wildly.

It seemed that the air had calmed down for a moment.

After a while, Zhou Fusheng spoke in a helpless tone: "You are drunk again." ”