Chapter 27 Where's Your Present?

Chapter 27 where's your gift?

Blame her?

Su Ran smiled bitterly. After all these years, she was already numb. At first, she might have been unwilling, but now she had no feelings.

Su Hao was the most important person in Qiao Qing's life, and she, Su Ran, was not.

As she drove away from the The su family, Su Ran received a call from Tian Mi asking her to make time to go back to the studio today. Because Tian Mi was out on business, and it was the end of the year, and she needed to settle the bonus for the people in the studio, so she had to check it out.

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute."

"Happy birthday, Ran Ran." Tian Mi said before hanging up, "I'll bring you a present when I get back."

Su Ran was stunned for a moment before remembering that today was really her birthday, but she didn't remember it at all.

"Thank you." Su Ran hung up and drove to the studio.

After checking her finances, she sat in her office chair, took out her cell phone and called Lin Chenghuan. She needed to ask him about the money, and she wanted him to take it back.

"Chenghuan, did you ask someone to transfer the money to my father's account this morning?"

"No..." Lin Chenghuan was also a little surprised, "I still want to call you now to ask about your situation... Your father... Got the money?"

"Yes." Su Ran pinched the pen in his hand, "He received it this morning, but you said there was no money, so..."

Could it be Song Tingyu?

Song Tingyu's name just popped up in her mind and she denied it. How could that be? Not to mention that the man had made it clear before that he would not lend them money, and in his eyes, the su family was insatiable. How could he help such a disgusting person?

But if he didn't hit the money, who else could it be?

She leaned back on the chair in the office and thought for a long time but could not figure it out.

When Song Tingyu opened his eyes, he saw a pretty face that looked exactly like him.

He rubbed Song Weixi's forehead with his hand, "Why are you up so early?"

"It's getting late." Song Weixi used her small hand to lift the quilt, "Where's mom and dad?"

Song ting glanced at the seat next to him. It was already empty. When did Su Ran get up?

"Is she downstairs?"

"No, she's not downstairs." Song Weixi shook his head, his eyes filled with doubt, "Where did mom go so early? I want to be the first to say happy birthday to her..."

"Today is Su Ran's birthday?" Song Tingyu was pulling the sheet around his waist and was stunned.

"Yeah." Song Weixi sat on the bed with his little feet dangling, "I asked grandma before. She told me, and I remembered."

Although Song Weixi was only over three years old, he was always smart and had a good memory.

"Dad, what gift did you prepare for mom?" Song Weixi looked up at his father.

A gift? Song ting had his hands on his forehead, and he had no idea that Su Ran's birthday was today.

"This is a gift I prepared for mom."

Only then did Song Tingyu notice that Song Weixi was holding a beautiful box in his hand. He opened the box and saw that it was a wind chime made of seashells.

Song Weixi's little hand lit up the beautiful seashells. When she smiled, her small face looked bright, "Mom likes seashells. I picked them up by the sea in summer. I jumped up. Great-grandmother gave me this box to pack and give to mom."

"Daddy, are you beautiful?"

"It's beautiful." Song Tingyu closed the box and smiled, "Do you know where mom is? We'll go find her later and go out for dinner?"

"I know where she is." Song Weixi immediately said, "If mom is not at home, not at grandma's house, not at aunt tian's, she will be in the studio."

Su Ran's life circle had always been simple and rarely went anywhere else.

"Then we'll go find her later."

Song Tingyu and Song Weixi were about to leave when they met Shen Jing, who had just returned from outside.

She looked at the father and son doubtfully, "Where are you going?"

Song Tingyu picked up Song Weixi's tiny body from the ground, "Take him out for a while."

Shen Jing guessed it almost immediately, "To find Su Ran?"

"Is there a problem?"

Song Tingyu's voice revealed his impatience at the moment. Shen Jing liked to meddle in his affairs over and over again. He always hated such things, even if she was his biological mother.

"Trial!" Shen Jing's voice grew louder.

Song Weixi looked back and forth at the faces of the two adults, put his hands around Song Tingyu's neck and whispered, "Grandma, it's mom's birthday today. Dad just wants to take me and mom out for dinner."

Shen jing's face darkened after listening.

Song Tingyu stopped caring about her and left with Song Weixi in his arms.

In the car, Song Weixi, who was sitting in the back seat, hugged the gift box with his little hand and said, "Daddy, why doesn't grandma like mommy?"

Song Tingyu's long fingers paused on the steering wheel, and Shen Jing's disgust for Su Ran was undisguised, so even Song Weixi could sense it.

He didn't know how to explain these things to a three-year-old child. He was silent for a moment and looked behind him, "Vichy, grandma doesn't dislike your mother."

Song Weixi lowered his head and looked at his hands, "I know. She just doesn't like it."

Because of this, he became depressed.

To distract him, Song Tingyu changed the subject, "Vichy, daddy hasn't bought a gift yet. Can you accompany me to buy a gift for mommy?"

Song Weixi's attention was diverted, and he immediately nodded, "Dad, what do you want to give me?"

Song Tingyu was stunned. He hardly ever gave a gift to a woman. Even when Bai Zhirui wanted something, he only paid her to buy it himself.

So he really didn't have any experience in this area, let alone what Su Ran liked.

Song Weixi was looking out of the car window when he suddenly pointed to a place and said, "Daddy, go buy a flower for mommy. I want red roses."

I wonder how Song Weixi knew when he was young that women liked red roses.

But when Song Weixi arrived at the florist and saw the bright red roses, he wrinkled his little nose, "Tacky."

He was already beautiful and handsome, and his words made everyone in the shop laugh.

For the rest of the time, almost everyone's eyes fell on this pair of high-value father and son.

Song Weixi wandered around the florist's shop. He studied every flower carefully, but seemed dissatisfied. Finally, he stopped in front of a flower and pinched the petals with his little hand, "I'll take this."