A meal is quite enjoyable.
Before leaving, Haohao was awake.
Su Zhiguo still can't put it down. Xu was in a different mood when he was young. He liked his fat son very much.
Even when he sent Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting to leave, he did not forget to say goodbye to his brother and sister
Said, also did not forget to raise Su Jinhao's small hand to swing, full of love.
Su Jincheng warm voice smile way: "where can he talk, dad is too anxious."
Su Zhiguo looked at his eldest son in front of him. His eyes were a little complicated. He sighed, "you can come back to see what you have nothing to do, and let Yuerong do it for you."
Su Jincheng nodded slightly, still pale and cold, but with just the right gentleness.
"The little guy looks like a day, but Hao Hao doesn't look like his father at all." Su Xiangwan warm voice mouth, line of sight swept by the side of Liu Yuerong.
Sure enough, hearing this, Liu Yuerong looks slightly stiff, subconsciously looking at Su Xiangwan.
Seeing that she didn't look at herself, she was a little relieved and pondered that maybe she was too thoughtful.
Su Zhiguo, however, still didn't notice anything wrong. He said with a smile, "I think he looks more like Yuerong, but he looks good and beautiful."
Su sighed to the evening, "Dad, you can take care of yourself. We'll go back first."
After that, Su Xiangwan said goodbye to Su Zhiguo and Liu Yuerong every year, and then turned to get on the bus.
Su Xiangwan originally wanted to ask his brother's opinion on Acacia, but because of the inconvenience of many people, he failed to ask.
After getting on the bus, Su sighed to the evening and couldn't help asking Mu Beiting: "what kind of person do you think your brother is?"
Mu Beiting looked at her and did not make a sound.
Su Xiangwan said to himself, "I thought that when such a thing happened, my brother would at least blame his father or hate him, but now I really can't see it. What's more, it should have been designed by Liu Yuerong, but you can see that brother holding Hao Hao Hao really seems to have no problem at all. "
Mu Beiting Mou color is very deep, did not answer her.
But he knew that from nothing to this point, the heart will only be more black, the means will only be more ruthless.
Su Xiangwan seems not to understand, she sighed: "I just hope he can be happy."
*
the next day, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but take a cover picture for the magazine.
After a day's hard work, I got a call from a strange number when I was about to leave.
Su Xiangwan frowned and said, "Hello, who is it?"
There was no sound on the other side. Su Xiangwan repeated it again, but still did not respond.
She thought it was a harassment call and was about to hang up.
"It's me," he said suddenly
Su Xiangwan was stunned.
Song Ziming?
She didn't think it would be him.
She was silent for a moment, and there was no speaking on the other side.
After returning to his mind, Su Xiangwan said slowly, "what's the matter, Mr. Song?"
A cold address, simple Mr. Song three words, but let song Ziming heart and mouth a pain, pale face.
It seems that she used to call him Ziming, but now she can only be a cold Mr. Song.
"I'm out of the hospital." Song Ziming spoke slowly.
He thought that she would at least come to see him when he was discharged from hospital, but he never saw her again except that day.
Su Xiangwan didn't understand song Ziming's intention to call himself, but said softly, "congratulations."
Song Ziming only felt that the five tastes were stale and miscellaneous, especially bitter and astringent.