"You're happy, and you don't know how to go upstairs and see me." Old Man Sang now feels angry just by thinking about the scene of playing chess with Old Man Li just now.

This old man Li designated that he secretly invited the master in private, how could his chess skills grow so much!

There were a total of more than ten games today, and he won by luck!

"It's fun for little girls to quarrel, and it's not a shame to see what fun you have when you play chess, and it's not a shame to always ruin chess." Old man Li complained loudly.

"What a ruined move, it was a mistake!"

Old Man Li said in a light tone: "Yes, yes, yes, dozens of mistakes can't change the situation of losing."

"That's not even a win over you!" Old Man Sang tried his best to defend himself.

"That one wouldn't have won if you hadn't deliberately pushed my pawn elsewhere."

"What a push, I accidentally touched it, Old Man Li, you can't afford to lose!" Old Man Sang snorted a little arrogantly.

Sang Yanyang couldn't hold back his laughter: "Poof."

Grandpa is always like this, his chess skills are poor and he loves to regret chess, so Old Man Li is willing to play with him.

After the two old men argued, they started the meal, and the old man Sang did not forget his task, he took advantage of the meal, and said casually: "Qiaoqiao, what do you think of me holding a birthday party for you this year?"

"It's not good, it's better to pay for it." Sancho didn't lift his eyelids and continued to eat.

What she said was also what she thought in her heart, inviting so many people to the banquet was expensive, tiring and noisy, and she was not interested.

「…… You're realistic." Old Man Sang is a little big-headed, and it stands to reason that it is a pleasure to hold a banquet, but Qiaoqiao really doesn't seem interested.

harm, sure enough, it is different from her.

Sancho's words also made Sangshen secretly remember in his heart, Qiaoqiao doesn't like cumbersome banquets, and likes to pay directly.

But Sang Yanyang frowned, he likes money, why has the card he given him never touched? Do you want it? Thinking about this, he couldn't help but be a little frustrated.

A meal was divided into several people's hearts, and Sancho was obviously determined not to live.

But Sang Shen still plans to do it, and he will call her the money.

After the meal, Sancho was about to leave, but Old Man Sang didn't stay any longer, the main purpose of today had already been told to her, and there was no way for her not to let go.

Sang Xianyang and Sang Shen also left, which made Sang Jiao extremely dissatisfied.

Outside the villa door

Sang Shen looked at the fourth brother beside him, and subconsciously felt that it was an eyesore, "You'd better not go up and disturb Qiao Qiao, she doesn't like us to pester her."

"Second brother, you should say this to yourself, only you are pestering Qiao Qiao all day long, is it disgusting to others?"

Sang Yanyang knew his second brother's virtue too well, but he was afraid that Qiao Qiao would forgive him first.

It can only be said that the second brother still doesn't know Qiaoqiao well enough, and their past behaviors are completely enough for them to be buried in the soil when they are old, and they can't ask for forgiveness.

"I didn't." Sang Shen said bitterly in his heart, but he was uncomfortably panicked in his heart, but if he didn't get close to Qiaoqiao, where did he have the opportunity to talk to her and ask her for forgiveness?

He had restrained himself enough to not follow Jojo all day.

"Okay, you didn't, I'll go and give the ticket to Jojo first." Sang Xianyang didn't argue, he took out a family ticket from his pocket and held it tightly.

His steps widened a lot, and he was nervous, and in a few moments he walked up to Sancho.

A smile appeared on his face, and his voice was flattering, "Qiaoqiao, I'm going to play in ten days, do you want to come and see?" It's the ticket."

"Not available." Sancho glanced faintly, not reaching out at all to take it.

"Is there something to do? I'll help you figure it out, okay?" Sang Yanyang was not disappointed, and still chased and asked.

Sang, who followed up in the rear, secretly admired his rank in his heart, and at the same time learned a trick: after being rejected, he was cheeky and continued to ask.

"Look at my friend's dog." Sancho replied perfunctorily, stopping at the side of the road and glancing at his phone, which was greeted by a message from the driver saying that it would take five minutes to arrive.

"Why don't I help you see it?" Sang Yanyang subconsciously blurted out.

Sancho: "......"

"Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry, I know I'm too dead-faced, I just want to make up for you, I broke my trust at the beginning, and it was my fault for letting you wait in vain, this ticket is for you, whether you want to go or sell it, it's all money, don't want it in vain, you just accept it, okay?"

Sang Yanyang held the family ticket in both hands, and his tone was as humble as he was.

He thought very openly, even if Qiao Qiao sold it, he accepted his things.

"No, I don't want to take it, and I don't need you to make it up." Sancho didn't let go.

She is a person who holds a grudge, even if she has no resentment towards the Sang family now, she will remember what they did in the first place, so she refuses to accept what they give.

As the saying goes, eat people with a short mouth, and take people softly.

"It's not making amends, it's ...... Invite." Sang Yanyang's palms sweated unconsciously.

While they were communicating, a vehicle drove over and stopped beside them, and the window was lowered, revealing the face of the Su driver.

He had a sincere smile on his face, "Miss Sang, please get in the car."

"Okay." Sancho answered, reached out and pulled the car door and got into the car without hesitation.

When he closed the car door again, he looked up and glanced at Sang Yanyang, "I refuse your invitation."

Then the car was closed without hesitation and drove away, leaving two big men sighing in place.

Sang Shen couldn't speak: "Why do you say that Qiao Qiao is so difficult to coax, no matter what we do, we won't let go at all?"

"You can choose not to coax, she doesn't hold a grudge against us, does she." Sang Xianyang's eyes fell on the family ticket in his hand, what if the price was expensive, it was not that someone was unhappy.

These words silenced Sang Shen again, and then he thought of something, and his voice was sour, "Sang Yanyang, you have done the least wrong, and she will be the first to forgive you."

"Maybe she won't forgive anyone." Sang Yanyang smiled bitterly.

If Sancho sneered at them and lost his temper, he might still think she was angry, and if they tried, they could be forgiven.

But Sancho didn't, she treated them like strangers, calm and detached.

This shows that Sancho does not take them to heart at all, let alone forgive.

"No, we're a family, and we can't keep ignoring each other like this for so long a lifetime." Sang Shen shook his head, disagreeing with Sang Yanyang's statement.

At the same time, he was unwilling to accept it, he didn't dare to think that if he waited until he was old, it would be difficult to get up from the bed, and he still couldn't get Qiaoqiao's forgiveness.

Then he would be insane, and he would die without blinking an eyelid.

"Second brother, it's time for me to go back to the club, I still owe Jojo a championship."

Sang Yanyang was depressed, but he didn't forget Qiaoqiao's words of encouragement when he was at a low point, when he said that one day he would definitely show her the championship.

Later, he took it, but the person who looked at it was not Jojo.