Song Bonian looked at his daughter and asked seriously:

"You tell me seriously, you and him...... Is there still affection? ”

These words were like a needle, piercing Song Yazhu's heart. Song Yazhu couldn't help but shudder, yes, that nerd is the first and only man she loves, can he have no feelings? Meng Furong and her father both said that they were too cautious, maybe they were really too worried? What's more, that nerd even came to his father's house to look for him, and according to his father, he seemed to be miserable now...... But that idiot...... I don't buy flowers for myself, and I don't say sweet words, hey...... It's really hard......

Song Bonian kept looking at his daughter without blinking.

He's still waiting for his daughter's reply.

Song Yazhu thought about it seriously, nodded vigorously, and made a heavy nasal voice from his nostrils:

"Hmm!"

Song Bonian stretched out a finger to indicate that what he said was important:

"That's it, since you still have feelings, then don't talk about divorce in the future, husband and wife are together, who doesn't quarrel and quarrel? Don't go online! When the tongue and teeth are still at odds! When he returns, you will live well. ”

Song Yazhu:

"But ......"

Song Bonian:

"But you can't find him, can you? Then take the initiative to disclose your information, in the Internet era, find a way, and you will definitely be able to get it back. Now that you've sold your house and changed your phone number, I won't let him in, and he can't find you...... Listen to me, after he comes back, you will live a good life, and you will not be noisy again! ”

Song Yazhu nodded:

"Got it."

Song Bonian's eyes moved away from his daughter's face, and he said as if talking to himself:

"You have been practicing outside for so many years, I don't interfere if you like your design work, our company also has a design department, if you want, I am welcome to come to my company. But there's one thing—"

Song Yazhu hurriedly asked:

"What?"

Song Bonian said firmly:

"Don't say you're my daughter in front of anyone in the company."

Song Yazhu nodded, he knew his father too well, his father was a soldier in his early years, and for decades, he still followed a strict work style.

Song Bonian stood up and patted his daughter on the shoulder:

"Thank you for chatting with me, I haven't had a good chat in years. If possible, hopefully we will have more and more opportunities to chat in the future. I would also like to have two grandchildren and have time to take the two little ones out for a ride. ”

Looking at his father's somewhat gray hair on his temples, Song Yazhu's eyes were unconsciously moist. She also stood up and gave her father a gift box that had been prepared a long time ago:

"Dad, be a little careful with your daughter, take it."

Song Bonian was stunned, obviously a little surprised. In his impression, he has given many gifts to others, and has received some gifts from others, but there don't seem to be many gifts among family members. Song Bonian looked at this small gift box:

"This ......"

宋雅竹 says:

"I know it's not worth much, it's not valuable, so count me a little bit of caution."

Song Bonian opened it and saw that it was an electronic blood pressure monitor and an old photo. The electronic sphygmomanometer is Song Yazhu's reminder to her father to pay more attention to his body and health first; The old photo was taken by Song Yazhu's parents to the photo studio on her second birthday.

Song Bonian looked at the photo blankly, couldn't help but tear his eyes, wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands, red eyes, and sighed:

"Time, where has it gone......"

Before Song Bonian left, he didn't forget to turn around and tell Song Yazhu:

"Oh yes, what if...... When he comes back, remember to ask him to come to me. ”

Seeing off his father, Song Yazhu's mood was much better. It was the best day she had been in in a long time. People are only in a bad mood when they are confused, and once they find the direction and exit, their mood will slowly improve.

Looking at the distance from the railing, Song Yazhu couldn't help muttering:

"Idiot, idiot, where are you?"