Chapter 550

Song Qingcheng just as nothing to hear into the same, calm mouth, "you all go back."

"What do you mean? Don't you want to give a penny back to others? " After hearing this, Mrs. song was angry and wanted to jump up.

Song Qingcheng coolly looked at old lady song, "it's my own business to post it upside down. From now on, it has nothing to do with you."

She is no longer song Qingcheng, no longer a member of their family, she is an abandoned orphan, a redundant person.

"What are you saying? Together with us, a handful of excrement and a handful of urine have pulled you up. Is that how you repay us? Do you have any conscience? " Old lady Song said angrily and pushed her; she didn't use much strength, just wanted to vent her dissatisfaction.

Song Qingcheng just stood there, his eyes turned red again; he looked at his mother and his father heavily; no matter how much he complained about his father, at this moment, all the resentment turned into gratitude.

She can never repay them for their kindness in raising themselves. So, she was destined to owe them.

"I will repay this kindness." In the end, she just spoke lightly.

Yes, she will repay, even if not in this life, next life, next life, she will remember.

"You repay, how do you repay? I'm married now, and I haven't even got a dime as a bride's gift. What do you want in return? " In fact, it's the best way to repay Mrs. song.

"Are you going or not?" Song Qingcheng asked weakly.

But no one wants to go. She nodded gently, throat tight, "OK, I'll go."

She turned and left.

That wipe thin back, lonely and desolate.

Ji Zhengting looks like a sharp needle in his eyes. From the bottom of his eyes, he has been deeply inserted into his heart.

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In the evening, Ji Zhengting came to the hotel. As he thought, he found song Qingcheng here.

The door opened, the room was dark; only the window of the desolate moonlight shine in; the figure curled up on the sofa was more desolate.

He stepped in, raised his hand on the wall, touched the lamp holder, and turned on the lamp.

Glare of light, so that the people in the sofa moved, you can see her eyes closed, twisting eyebrows, very uncomfortable.

Ji Zhengting dimmed the light appropriately. In fact, he doesn't like to be too bright either. Too bright will let her sorrow and pain too clearly present in front of his eyes, he does not want to see so clearly, he is afraid that he can not bear.

Song Qingcheng just looked at him and lowered his eyelids. Her eyes were red and swollen, and it was hard to lift them.

He came over, sat down beside her and held her in his arms. Song Qingcheng didn't refuse, so he let him hold him.

In the air, there are heartache, sadness, weeping and helplessness

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

Two people always lean together on the sofa, no words, only silent heartache.

Outside, a ray of morning sun shines in, especially dazzling.

Song Qingcheng buries his face in his arms. Ji Zhengting looks at her deeply, grabs the remote control on the table and draws the curtain.

Overnight, she became haggard and silent. Such her, let him distressed, also let him uneasy.

"Qing Cheng..." He tried to call her.

She is speechless.

"Shall we go to bed?" He worried that if she kept on like this, she would not be able to bear it.

Song Qingcheng is still silent.

He picked her up directly, went into the bedroom, put her gently on the bed, and lay beside her, not letting her leave his arms for a second.

After a while, she seemed to be asleep. Ji Zhengting looked down at her, raised his hand and gently pulled the hair on her cheek behind his ears, revealing a haggard face, which made him feel a stabbing pain in his chest.

He has been trying to avoid her being hurt, but the hurt is always invisible and has been quietly close to her.

She is so fragile, so sensitive, why let her bear so much?

Why did he make her black and blue in the end even though he wanted to protect her and take care of her?

He would hate that he could not bear all the pain for her. He also complained about his inability to protect her.

Carrying the heart of self blame, holding her arm and subconsciously tight.

I don't know how long later, his phone suddenly rang.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was less than eight o'clock. Who would have called so early?

Of course, this call must be important.

Looking at the sleeping child in his arms, he tried to gently pull his arm out and withdraw from her. But she seemed very uneasy and sensitive. With a little movement of him, she felt it and held him more tightly.

It's tension, it's dependence, it's fear.After all, he would not let her alone, and finally, he held her in his arms. However, the call still made him uneasy.

After another two or three minutes, he looked at the baby in his arms. She seemed to be asleep and breathing evenly, but her eyebrows were frowning gently all the time, which was still carrying her sadness and pain.

Just then, the landline at the head of the bed rang. He was worried about waking up the sleeping child. When the phone rang, he reached for it.

"Who?" He spoke in a low voice.

On the phone, I didn't know what to say. Ji Zhengting's face was ugly, and he subconsciously looked at the people in his arms. "I know. I'll stop it immediately. It can't be more than two hours. Let Zhou Shaojing spend his whole life in prison. "

At the end of the conversation, he slammed the phone. His face was gloomy as if the temperature in the air had cooled down. In turn, when looking at the child in his arms, his eyes were completely different from that of just now.

He watched for a long time, then gave her a deep kiss on the forehead, and then he got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" As soon as he left, song Qingcheng woke up.

Ji Zhengting's body was slightly shocked. He turned back and bent down to talk to her. "There is an important meeting in the company today that I want to preside over. I'll go and come back after I'm busy."

He gave her another kiss on the forehead, and after retreating, he said, "sleep here. I'll let the housekeeper pick you up later. No matter what happens, I'm still here."

Song Qingcheng nodded, obedient and closed his eyes.

Ji Zhengting saw that she was asleep again, so he left at ease.

But the moment the door closed, song Qingcheng opened her eyes again.

Just Ji Zhengting's rush to leave made her more sure that his leaving was not just a job.

She sat up from the bed, picked up the landline at the head of the bed, dialed a number and went out.