Looking at the tall back in front of him, Su Deng shouted uncertainly, "Song Chen? ”

Song Chen gasped, the delicate fabric of the suit went up and down with the ups and downs of his chest, and his rakshasa gaze swept over the fainted person on the ground, making sure that he would not sneak attack again, before turning around, his cold eyes instantly softened the moment he touched her.

He stepped forward and looked at her carefully, "Are you alright?" ”

Su Deng was still in the uncertainty that things were changing too quickly, and she nodded.

"Let it go, please let it ......" Chen Yuanping squeezed into the crowd and saw the scene in front of him - a small woman crying like pear blossoms, holding a fat man in her arms, shouting for people to dial 120, while his young lady was protected in his arms by a middle-aged man he had never seen before.

Half an hour later, the hospital.

Su Deng leaned on the railing, took the water cup handed over by Song Chen, and thanked him.

"Uncomfortable?" Song Chen asked with concern, and a look of worry appeared in Leng Yue's eyes, "Your lips are so pale." ”

Su Deng shook his head absently, feeling the warm temperature of his palms, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Song, thank you for today's incident." ”

"I'll count, this is the fifth time you've said thank you, I don't seem to be approachable?"

Su Deng let out an "ah".

Touching her eyes like a lost deer, the corners of Song Chen's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, "Otherwise, why do you always have to distance yourself from me, we are obviously very fateful, aren't we?" His gaze drifted out of the window, and the breeze blew his fine and soft sideburns, "Miss Su, today's matter, I just did what a normal person should do, not to mention that the one who needs help is you, who have had several relationships with me." ”

The sound is like a warm mountain spring pouring into the heart, and people can hear it out of thin air.

Su Deng was a little uneasy, she just wanted to speak again, but Song Chen looked at her with a smile, the fine lines beating in the corners of her eyes were like soothing clouds in the sky, peaceful and kind, making people unconsciously want to be close, "If my daughter grows up, she should be as old as you." ”

Su Deng's heart tightened and asked, "What's wrong with her?" ”

Song Chen's eyebrows were lowered, and his face was still as warm as jade, like a lake shimmering golden by the warm sun, but in those kind eyes, Su Deng sensed an unforgettable pain.

"She died, her mother was bleeding profusely during childbirth, and the fetus was stillborn."

"That'...... What about your wife? ”

Song Chen shook his head, and a sigh was left on his lips, like an elegy for something that had passed.

Su Deng pursed his lips and apologized in a low voice.

Suddenly, she felt the warm palm caress the top of her head, and the warm sound of the style hit, blowing away the sorrow in her heart like a breeze sweeping away the leaves.

"It's none of your business, and you don't need to apologize for it. My wife...... It is my luck to meet her in this life, and to have a son and a half daughter with her, and now that she is gone, I have also left the land that has been with her for many years, which can be regarded as an angel to take back his pity on me, so that I can accept the punishment of missing her for the rest of my life. ”

Su Deng heard something meaningful, "So you stay abroad all year round?" ”

Song Chen smiled and nodded, "I only recently returned to China, and I came to my homeland to relax." Speaking of which, my son has also transferred to H University, so maybe you will get to know each other when you have a chance. ”

Su Deng always felt that the encounter with Song Chen was too coincidental, and after hearing these words, she relaxed and nodded with a smile.

Chen Yuanping, who turned the corner, coughed lightly and walked towards the two, "The doctor said that Qi Yang's injury was quite serious, a broken rib, and ......" He looked at Su Deng with a complicated expression, "He almost couldn't be humane." ”

Su Deng pursed his lips indifferently, and muttered: "I had to focus on it at that time, this turtle grandson ......"

Chen Yuanping wiped the sweat from the people, "Miss, next time you meet this kind of person, you can just call me directly, don't be so impulsive again......"

Song Chen also shook his head and said with a smile that she was messing around.

Su Deng spit out his powdered tongue, but saw Gu Mo who came in a hurry, "Sister, ......"

Chen Yuanping bowed and stepped aside.

He gasped, and when he saw that she was okay, the hand that wanted to take the person into his arms paused in the air, and then he took it back lonely. He glanced at the elegant man behind her, and his gaze froze.

"Su Deng, what is this?" Song Chen asked.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce, this is my younger brother, Gu Mo." Su Deng said, stepping aside, "This is the uncle who saved me, Mr. Song Chen Song." ”

Their hands clasped in the air.

"It turned out to be Miss Su's younger brother, but ......" Song Chen smiled gently, but his eyes flashed with a different light, "Have we met before?" ”

Gu Mo shook his head politely, his black eyes were as deep as the night, and the whimsical smile on the corner of his mouth made people feel cold down his spine as if he was staring into the abyss, "Mr. Song is my sister's benefactor, how can I know him, please take care of me when we meet for the first time." ”

*

The night is dark, and the wind is roaring.

Carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, the man pushed open the door of the villa, stepped on the soft plush carpet, and turned on the light.

In the next second, a long figure came into view, standing silently on the corridor in the distance like a ghost.

Looking closer, his twilight but still handsome face is like a smiling Buddha, reflecting the color of pious happiness, and suddenly like a flower in the water, the moon in a dream, staying for a long time but fleeting.

In front of him, a huge painting hung on the wall of the deepest part of the corridor, three white flowers like fairies in the heavenly palace, lifelike, floating on the canvas.

And the man, not so much looking at the painting, is worshipping the mysterious things in the dark.

The man scoffed, turned around and was about to go upstairs with his bag on his back.

The man suddenly spoke, "I see her again today." ”

The man stopped walking up the stairs.

"She looks exactly like her mother, she is so beautiful at a young age."

The man threw the bag on the sofa, put his hand in his pocket, and his eyebrows were no longer indifferent just now, but suddenly burst with a sharp edge.

"I remember I warned you not to touch her."

The man lowered his head and laughed in a clear voice, "Changjin, that's how you talked to your father, didn't you?" ”

"Song Chen, don't think I don't know your damn mind, I will never let you repeat what happened to her back then."

Song Chen turned around and looked at his son, who was now a little taller than himself, he walked over and straightened the folds at the corners of his shirt on his shoulders, "Changjin, have you ever thought that you are my species, and we are actually a kind of people." ”

"And ......," he said, turning cold, "didn't you come to see her as soon as you returned home?" Faster than me, what are you to say about me? ”

"You're spying on me." Song Changjin's eyes shot at him sharply.

Song Chen laughed happily again and patted him on the shoulder, "Since you want to see her so much, let's see her in the next half a year, but don't let our angel be abducted by others and disappear." ”

Shouldering the hand above, a weird smile appeared on Song Changjin's face, and it was a little sad when he looked closely, "Then you'd better die abroad, or when you come back, she will already be mine." ”