Yan Qi sighed, "Xiao Yan, you are already sixteen years old, you should at least learn to control your emotions, no matter what you encounter, you should calmly sort out your thoughts first the first time." ”

"Even if you don't believe Ms. Song, you should believe me, you should calm down when you see me, you almost ruined our plan like this, you know?"

In fact, when he saw Yan Qi, Chu Yan guessed that there might be something else hidden in the matter.

It's just that he has a preconceived idea, and the anger that has been accumulating makes him lose his mind, so he makes a crazy fuss.

So she ...... She didn't want to sell my house? ”

"She wants to sell the house, how can she not get the consent of you, the head of the household?"

Because of the heat, there was a little fog on the glasses, Yan Qi took them off and wiped them, "She discussed with me to get back all the money lent to the Song family in the name of selling the house, and we were all going to transfer money." ”

Chu Yan was still angry just now, and he was a little lacking in confidence at this time.

"Then why didn't she consult with me?"

Yan Qi didn't agree with his statement, "I thought that with Ms. Song's current character, she should discuss it with you." ”

"She'......"

Chu Yan suddenly remembered that the day Song Bangyue was locked out of the door, and the day she came back, they all mentioned the matter of the villa.

He interrupted them all.

Blame her, his crotch and shoulders.

Obviously, she has emphasized many times that she has decided to draw a line with her mother's family.

remembered that Song Bangyue was slapped by Song Jiancheng before leaving, and was about to go upstairs again, "I have to save her!" ”

Yan Qi stretched out his hand to stop him, "I know you're worried about him, but in the face of someone like Song Jiancheng, the two of us alone can't make him succumb." ”

"But how can she withstand Song Jiancheng's fists and kicks?" Chu Yan was a little anxious, he was punched twice by that old thing just now, and now it still hurts.

Yan Qi didn't show mercy because he took pity on him, "If you hadn't made trouble, she wouldn't have been beaten." ”

The words made the young man red-eyed again and squatted against the wall.

Soon, two policemen arrived.

They are all acquaintances of Yan Qi, "Lawyer Yan, take us to the scene." ”

Yan Qi nodded hurriedly, "On the thirtieth floor, Officer Liu, let's go quickly." ”

Chu Yan also wanted to follow, but was stopped by Yan Qi again, "If you go, it will stimulate Song Jiancheng, just wait for us below." ”

Looking at the three adults who entered the elevator, the teenager sat by the flower bed outside the door downstairs, staring at his toes in a daze.

Upstairs.

Song Bangyue was so sore that Wang Qinlan took Song Yunzhi home to pack her documents and prepare to go to the hospital.

Song Jiancheng was still desperately shaking the iron door, "Come out for me!" ”

The arm, which was thicker than her thigh, shook the iron door as loudly, and the white ash on the top fell, and the joints welded with the iron doors on both sides began to loosen.

"Come out, dead girl!"

Song Jiancheng stared at a pair of bulging eyes, red and straight, as if he wanted to eat people.

Song Bangyue's calves and stomach were trembling.

Just as she tried to run to the roof, a reassuring voice rang out:

"We're the police, stop your violence now!"

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Jiancheng is the same as his grandson in front of the police.

Song Bangyue picked up the shoes on the ground and ran away.

Song Jiancheng was taken back to the police station for education, and he felt that something was wrong, and he wanted to call the bank to stop the transfer, but his mobile phone was confiscated.

When she got in the car, Song Bangyue received a reminder of two million in her account, and without saying a word, she transferred the money to Yan Qi.

"I'll leave it to Mr. Yan, you can take care of it."

Yan Qi nodded, started the car and left the Xingyuan community.

Chu Yan sat in the co-pilot, looked back at Song Bangyue several times, and found that she was just leaning against the car window.

Neither angry nor aggrieved, completely treating her as air.

Suddenly, Song Bangyue fell on the back seat, and his face turned pale:

"Brother Yan, go to the hospital, she's injured!"

Check, get the medicine, this toss is the afternoon.

They just bought some bread at noon and dealt with it.

When he came out of the hospital, Yan Qi looked at his watch, "It's one o'clock, I'll send you back first." ”

"Please send him to the school exam, and by the way, tell the teacher, I want to recuperate, and I will go to her on the day I get the notice."

Song Bangyue knew that he had to go to the law firm to work overtime, so she was a little upset, but she really didn't want to talk to Chu Yan now.

Chu Yan didn't dare to bother her, so he went to the examination room honestly.

This was an invigilated exam by their homeroom teacher, and they were cut by the middle-aged woman's eye knife for two and a half hours.

Tian Tian is still troublesome to Ms. Zhao, although Song Bangyue is upset, she can't take care of the child at all now.

After returning home and taking medicine, I felt dizzy as soon as I lay down.

Suddenly, her nose was sore: If it was before, her grandmother and parents would have cooked a lot of delicious food to comfort her.

My head was dizzy, and when I woke up, it was already dark outside.

The gray sunset entered the bedroom, dark and quiet.

The spacious bedroom is left with a second-hand wooden shelf bed and a powder blue folding wardrobe, which is completely worthy of the large bedroom with beautiful dark white wall coverings.

It hurts even more when I get a good night's sleep.

It hurt to die when I rolled over, and the wet towel on my head fell on the pillow.

At first glance, Tian Tian's little thing was twisted, and the back of her head was wet!

Suddenly there was a clanging sound downstairs.

She forced herself downstairs, and there were still exercise books and papers on the dining table, and Tian Tian was going under the table to pick up pens.

In the open kitchen, Chu Yan was clumsily stirring the porridge pot.

Probably because the lid was tightly covered after boiling, the gruel stuffed out and splashed everywhere.

The lid of the pot falls to the ground.

In this scene, Song Bangyue had already imagined the scene of him panicking and lifting the lid of the pot.

Chu Yan stirred up the porridge out of the whirlpool, scooped it up and looked at it for a long time, and the rice grains had already bloomed.

Then put the greens and minced meat in the pot, cook for a while and add salt to taste.

Because the water overflows a lot, it is a little thick, and it should be fine.

The tall and thin boy nodded, followed the tutorial on the Internet, and didn't overturn much.

Take a porcelain bowl with a big face and fill it, the doctor said to supplement nutrition, so much should be enough, right?

"Tian Tian, are you going to see if grandma is awake?"

As soon as he turned around, he saw a young woman standing at the top of the stairs.

Without greeting, he spontaneously sat down at the dinner table.

"Grandma, does it still hurt?"

The slap marks on her face were deeper than before, and Tian Tian climbed onto the stool next to her and pouted, tears falling down her eyes.

"It must have hurt, grandma's stomach and back are purple."

While she was asleep, Chu Yan rolled her over and went out, and Tian Tian gave her medicine.

The two children took care of her as carefully as possible.

Song Bangyue wiped Tian Tian's tears, "It's okay, grandma will get better soon." ”

Then he gave Chu Yan, who was at a loss, a look, "Still not serving?" ”

Chu Yan didn't have any temper now, and he was busy bringing up the hot and dry lo-mei in the microwave.

"Gone?"

The young man thought about it, and then brought a plate of mustard for two yuan a pack.

"Heh, that's all I eat when I'm recuperating?"

"I'm sorry." Chu Yan's expression was gloomy, and he said solemnly, "I'm sorry." ”

Song Bangyue made up her mind to grind him, "I'm sorry, if it's useful, you still need to ask the police?" Reflect on it. ”

Knowing that he had provoked her, Chu Yan felt guilty when he sat down to eat.

Thinking of Song Bangyue's small request before, he took a deep breath and said:

"I'll reflect on it, Mom."

"Poof—"