"I've got a gift for me, too." Sang Nanfeng's voice was weak, and his face was a little uncomfortably red.

He never bowed his head, and the first time he bowed his head was not accepted, which undoubtedly made him feel ashamed.

"If you don't want those gifts to go into the trash, take them." Sancho's footsteps didn't stop, and he walked upstairs without hurrying, as for Sang Shen, who said in Sang Yanyang's mouth, he would come back.

She couldn't help but smile, with Sang Jiao's virtue, she could be sure that Sang Shen would definitely not be able to come back.

"Qiaoqiao, I won't take it back if I send you, what to do with it is up to you, today is your birthday, can you be happy?" Sang Yanyang pulled out a flattering smile.

"I'll be glad you're far away from me." Sancho's voice was cold, not like a joke.

Sang Yanyang's face turned pale in an instant, the smile on his face was almost unmaintainable, and his voice was so low that almost only he could hear it, "Okay......

"Sancho, how can you be so ruthless, we set up a banquet for you overnight, and you didn't have a good rest all day, didn't you have a moment of soft-heartedness?"

Sang Nanfeng's big palm unconsciously tightened into a fist, he stared at her back and couldn't believe that she could be so ruthless.

In the past, it must have been a matter of theory, but this time Sancho didn't look back, she went straight upstairs.

Sang Nanfeng looked at the empty corridor and couldn't believe it, "She ignored me?"

Sang Yanyang didn't feel leaning against the wall, and sighed, "I said it a long time ago, Qiaoqiao is here for real this time."

"Bang! Yes...... Grass!" Sang Nan kicked the wall next to him angrily, but the anger didn't come out, but he kicked his toes painfully.

He lifted one foot and relieved the pain for a while, "Who rarely forgives her! There's a kind of she's really going to ignore us for the rest of her life! Next time I'll come and make peace, I'll be a dog!"

Dropping these words, Sang Nanfeng left the Su family villa angrily.

Sang Xianyang didn't react to this scene, just silently stayed in the villa to entertain the guests, and waited for the banquet to end and clean up the scene.

By the time the man had left, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and he was sitting on the sofa, still holding a ball of wool in his hand.

"You rest early, I'll have the room cleaned up for you." Grandma Su was a little distressed when she saw that his eyes were red and there were faint traces of crying.

"Okay." Sang Xianyang nodded, but did not go back to the room immediately, still hooking his wool.

It's ridiculous to say, he is a big man who learns to hook a scarf in order to give it to outsiders, and Sang Jiao has never brought that scarf once, he knows that she doesn't look down on this kind of unbranded thing.

Later, Sang Jiao handed over to Qiaoqiao, but Qiaoqiao took it all winter.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with chagrin.

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hospital

The moment Sang Jiao woke up, several people gathered around, and Mrs. Sang said in a worried tone: "Jiaojiao, you finally woke up, does the wound still hurt?"

"I'm fine, and my second brother is fine." Sang Jiao smiled weakly.

I don't want them to worry about the appearance of being distressed all of a sudden.

"You can't be so impulsive in the future, your second brother is a big man who is stronger than you and has good skills, but you, if something happens, what can we do."

Sang Qingran was wearing a white coat, and the pity on his face couldn't be hidden.

"Uh-huh, I know, third brother."

"Mom, you take care of Jiaojiao first, and Qingran and I will come back later." Sang Shen reached out and took the third brother's hand to walk out.

"Shen'er, you are not allowed to go! Jiaojiao's injuries are so serious, but you have to go to Sancho, do you still have the heart!" Mrs. Sang reached out and tugged at Sang Shen's sleeve to prevent him from leaving.

Sang Jiao also looked at him with tears in her eyes, but she said generous words:

"It's okay, I'm fine, let the second brother go and celebrate Qiao Qiao's birthday."

"I'm not going, second brother, you'd better not go either, the eldest brother and the fourth brother are just going to celebrate Sancho's birthday, so it doesn't matter if Jiaojiao?" Sang Qingran took a step back decisively and sat next to the hospital bed.

Sancho was mentioned

A strong disgust flashed in his eyes, they all moved out of the Sang family and still affected their family?

"No, aren't we here? I have to go today, Qingran, if you don't go, forget it."

"Second brother, bring me a birthday greeting to Sister Qiaoqiao, and I will make up for the gift in the future, the wound is so painful today that I can't go to the scene...... Ahem, ahem."

Sang Jiao's face was obviously bloodless, but she still forcibly pretended to be fine.

The words were even more generous and relenting, and when she coughed, she seemed to cough out her lungs, and her face looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Drink some water and be careful of your wounds." Sang Qingran took the water cup next to her and put the straw to her mouth, moving very lightly, for fear of hurting her.

"Jiaojiao is like this, are you still going to leave? Is Sancho's birthday that important?" Mrs. Sang's face was embarrassed.

Sang Shen stood in place and was very entangled in his heart, how could he not see the retention in Jiaojiao's eyes.

But what he said yesterday about letting Sancho go with him was enough to hurt Sancho's heart, and if he didn't even have time to rush over to give her a gift today, Sancho might not know what to think of him.

"I'm sorry Jiaojiao, I'll be back soon, let the third brother take care of you first."

"Second brother, it's not ...... cough cough cough" Sang Jiao had tears in her eyes, a heartbroken gesture.

"I'll go chase him back, don't be sad." Sang Qingran soothed, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then stood up from the side of the hospital bed and chased out.

"Second brother, Jiaojiao is in danger, the burn has not subsided, but you are going to celebrate someone else's birthday, do you know how much it hurts her heart!"

Sang Shen, who had walked for a long time, stopped, "She's sad for this day, besides, with her mother and the doctor here, nothing will happen, Qingran, don't you really plan to go with me?" You obviously know that it was a misunderstanding."

"No, no." Sang Qingran didn't react, even if the disconnection was a misunderstanding.

Sancho was so cruel that he didn't even want him, and he had gone to her to see her and see how she was doing.

But I haven't seen anyone yet, but I was stolen by a thief, and all my documents, mobile phones and wallets were lost.

The few days when he was penniless and had to live under the overpass, how difficult it was for him.

Because of the language barrier, he couldn't contact anyone, and used his weak strength to find Qiaoqiao's traces everywhere, as long as he could find Qiaoqiao and see her.

At that time, he thought that Qiaoqiao was studying abroad, and waited for many days at the door of the school address given by his mother.

Sang Qingran didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing Qiaoqiao, for three days in a row, he didn't see anyone, and his body gradually couldn't hold on.

It was probably because God saw him pitiful, and when he was hungry and cold, and his hungry dizziness was about to be unbearable, he met the senior brother who happened to come to the school for an interview.