Chapter 225 Why Does It Feel like I'm Not Full All Day? (1)

Chapter 225 why does it feel like you're not full all day (1)

"Ran Ran, I'm begging you. I'm begging you. Please let your father go..." Qiao Qing burst into tears.

Su Ran went up and tried to pull her up, but she refused to get up, "Ran Ran, you have to pity your father."

"If I pity him, who will pity my dead daughter?" Su Ran sneered, "Did he ever pity my daughter when he did this?"

Seeing that she refused to get up, su ran let go of her hand. Such a mother really made her feel hateful and sad, "If you want to kneel, kneel. Su Hao must be responsible for what he has done!"

Seeing that Su Ran refused to let go, Qiao Qing pointed at her and said, "Ran Ran, you are too cruel!"

"Am I cruel?" Su Ran blinked his sour eyes and smiled mockingly, "Then you can take me for being cruel. Since I know I am cruel, I won't let him go. It's useless for you to kneel here again. Can you go now?"

The farce should have ended when Qiao Qing came over. Madam song couldn't stand it anymore. She had never seen such a selfish mother.

"Butler, have someone take Mrs. Su home."

"Yes, Old Lady." King Butler heard what Madam song said and immediately brought two people to Qiao Qing, "Mrs. Su, please."

"I won't go, Ran Ran. If you don't promise me, I won't go! Ran Ran, I beg of you..."

Madam song felt a little annoyed and hit the ground with his walking stick, "Butler, take her away!"

King Butler asked two servants to pull Qiao Qing up from the ground and carry her to the door.

But Qiao Qing refused to leave. Somehow, she broke free and ran back. She picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and put it on her wrist.

This action stunned everyone, and several people gasped.

"Ran Ran, if you don't promise me, I will die in front of you. If you don't believe me, try!"

Su Ran couldn't believe that something like this had happened to him again.

She looked at Qiao Qing, "Five years ago, I refused to marry into the The song family, and you threatened me with a knife on your wrist. Five years later, you still used the same method. You really could do anything for Su Hao, right? You don't care what I think, do you? I want to ask you, since you don't care about me so much, why did you give birth to me back then? Why not abort me when I'm pregnant? Or have you always thought of me as your tool to please Su Hao?"

Qiao Qing was affected by her emotions and murmured, "Ran Ran, I..."

"You're not my mother..." Su Ran said and turned to leave the living room. Whatever qiao qing wanted to do had nothing to do with her. She was a human being, but she used it as a pawn and tool for so many years...

"Ran Ran!" Seeing su ran leave, Qiao Qing tried to catch up, but was quickly stopped.

Madam song also stood up from the sofa, "Mrs. Su, this is your family business, and I can't interfere more. But Ran Ran is my granddaughter-in-law and a member of our The song family, so I don't want her to be hurt. But Mrs. Su, you should ask yourself, how have you been treating her in your heart for so many years? She will always be behind your husband, right? Did you ask her if she thought about it? Thought about it? As her mother, you even threatened her with your own life to make her listen to you. Don't you think it's shameful of you to do this? Ran Ran is right. You really don't deserve to be her mother." She paused and motioned for the butler to go up and snatch the knife from her hand and throw it on the coffee table.

"That's it. That's all I have to say. As for what Mrs. Su is going to do, that's your business. But please leave now. You are not welcome at the door of our The song family..."

Soon, the housekeeper asked someone to take Qiao Qing away. Madam song sighed, "This woman is really selfish. She has been thinking about her love all her life, thinking about her man, and giving birth to a daughter who is probably just a tool to please Su Hao..."

Song Tingyu pursed her thin lips tightly, looked at qiao qing as she left, and then said, "Grandma, I'll go up and see Su Ran."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Old madam song said.

Song Tingyu immediately left the living room downstairs and went upstairs. He opened the door and saw Su Ran sitting on the sofa. Even though her back was facing him, he could tell that she was crying.

Song Tingyu walked over, sat beside her, took her by the shoulders, held her face, and kissed her lips without saying anything.

Su Ran was stunned for a moment. By the time he realized it, his lips were numb.

Su Ran frowned. At this moment, he could barely breathe, "Song, Song Tingyu!"

She covered his chest with her hand and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her hands and let her arm go around his chest and put it on his neck. He continued to kiss her without any intention of letting her go.

Su Ran's breaths were all messed up by his teasing, so how could he be in the mood to cry again?

After a long time, Song Tingyu let go of her and left her swollen red lips, "Stop crying?"

Su Ran still had tears on his eyelashes and looked at him, "You're the only one who wants to use this method to stop people from crying."

Song Tingyu curled his lips and smiled, "But I think this is more effective than hugging you and comforting you all the time. Then you will cry more and more. Look, I did this, and you immediately forgot to cry..."

It was undeniable that only Song Tingyu could think of such a way, and only he could say such a thing.

But Su Ran was in a much better mood because of his few words.

"My eyes were better today when I came back from the trip, but now they're swollen again. How are they going to look tomorrow morning?" Song ting walked to the door as he spoke, instructed the servant to bring up an ice pack, and then returned to the sofa to sit down.

With his long fingers, he brushed away the broken hair on her cheek and covered her eyes with an ice pack.

The cold feeling made her suddenly feel that her eyes were not as sore and tired as before.

She wanted to take the ice bag by herself, but he took her hand away, "I'll do it."

She sat quietly aside and asked him to help her.

Song Tingyu put ice on both of her eyes for a while, then removed the ice bag and pressed her eyelids with his finger, "Are you better?"

"Much better." Su Ran smiled, "Thank you."

Song Tingyu casually threw the ice pack on the side table, "Don't thank me verbally. I prefer something practical."