Chapter 749： I beg you to let her go

Mrs. Song is very excited.

It is no wonder that she was excited and followed Song Haitao for more than 20 years, and she has not changed her position so far.

Seeing Mrs. Song angry, Song Haitao was also a bit angry.

"So what do you ask me to do?

what?

I have lost one of my sons for you, and now this son refuses to come back. What should you do?

After I died, everything of the Song family still had to be handed over to them. Besides, who earned the food, drink, and clothing you are now?

It ’s Song Wenqi! Although he doesn't respect you, did he really drive you out?

Have it?

Except for that piece of paper, what is the difference between you and the real Mrs. Song?

What are you still not satisfied with? "

Mrs. Song was frightened by Song Haitao's roar, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Do you blame me now?

Why didn't you think you still have a husband when you went to bed with me?

Why don't you think Song Wenqi is still young? "

"Enough! If you just make trouble, just get out!"

Angrily, Song Haitao said something heavy, and then flung the door away. Mrs. Song, angry, cried aloud in the living room.

The servants did not dare to say anything, they quietly did their own thing, and tried to reduce their sense of existence.

After Song Haitao came out, the mood was still depressed.

For so many years, every time he quarreled with Song Wenqi, he was actually guilty. If it was n’t that he did something wrong, his family would n’t be like that, but he is an old man.

Hearing what Song Tao meant, Song Wenqi might have encountered something, so Song Haitao's heart was particularly unpleasant.

Song Wenqi has been used to solving problems by himself for so many years. He has not sought help from himself for a long time. Even if the Song family almost went bankrupt last time, it was also Song Wenqi who made a comeback with a manpower.

He wanted to ask Song Wenqi how he came back, but then he swallowed again.

He was afraid that Song Wenqi would mock him again.

In any case, Song Wenqi is the pride of Song Haitao, although he never admitted.

At this point, Song Haitao still admires his original wife. Without her teaching, Song Wenqi will not look like this.

Song Haitao wanted to see his original wife for the first time in so many years.

It's been so many years, I don't know how she is in the nursing home.

Song Haitao didn't have the heart to go, but now he dare not go, but for Song Wenqi, he still had the courage to go to the nursing home.

The people in the nursing home knew Song Haitao, but they didn't know much. When they heard that he was Liu Mei's husband, they wanted to call Song Wenqi to ask, but they were stopped by Song Haitao.

"I just came to see her, don't notify my son."

"But Mr. Song said that no one should see Ms. Liu except himself."

The nurse's words made Song Haitao sad.

"I don't need it when I say no."

He went to Liu Mei's room.

As usual, Liu Mei sat in a wheelchair and stared at the sky outside in a daze.

Song Haitao saw Liu Mei for the first time in more than 20 years.

She is old.

The temples have white hair.

But her temperament has not changed, so cold, so lonely.

If she was not of that character, maybe he would not be derailed.

Song Haitao thought so, and walked to Liu Mei's side.

"Look what?"

He asked in a low voice.

Liu Mei did not look back, still looking at the sky outside.

When Song Haitao thought she wouldn't say it, Liu Mei suddenly opened her mouth.

"It's about to rain. Wen Qi didn't bring an umbrella, and he didn't know if the maid sent him."

Song Haitao's nose suddenly became sour.

"Wen Qi has grown up and he will take care of himself."

"Wen Qi has had a bad stomach recently. I want to cook, but I'm so tired that Xiao Li won't let me into the kitchen.

Why didn't Wen Qi come back? "

Liu Mei didn't seem to hear Song Haitao's words, but he still said to himself.

Seeing his wife in front of her, Song Haitao suddenly felt terrible.

The nurse whispered to Song Haitao: "Mr. Song, Ms. Liu's recent mental state is not very good.

You should stop irritating her.

She has committed suicide several times. "

Song Haitao only saw the wounds on Liu Mei's wrist, one after another, like a dagger stabbed into his chest.

His eyes were suddenly wet.

"Liu Mei, I ’m sorry, I ’ve been wrong for so many years, I ’m sorry for you, I ruined our home, I made your mother and son suffer

But this is already the case. I have lost you, causing injuries for you and Wen Qi. I can't hurt her and my other son anymore, right?

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. "

Song Haitao confessed in a low voice.

But for Liu Mei, he is no different from the furnishings in this room.

Liu Mei has been living in her own thoughts, undisturbed.

Song Haitao originally wanted to ask Song Wenqi from Liu Mei, but looking at Liu Mei like this, he didn't get the mouth after all.

After he stayed for a while, he couldn't bear such repression after all, got up and left quickly.

He didn't see that at the moment he left the room, Liu Mei's eyes slipped tears.

When the nurse saw Song Haitao gone, she did not dare to delay, and immediately called Song Wenqi.

"Song Shao, Mr. Song visited Ms. Liu just now. Ms. Liu's emotions are fairly stable, but I still want to tell you."

Hearing the nurse saying this, Song Wenqi's eyes suddenly squinted.

"Who put him in?

What do you do?

Didn't I say he was not allowed to enter?

Would you please look at me today? If my mother has anything unexpected, I will let you be buried. "

Song Wenqi's heart was very embarrassed.

He knows Liu Mei ’s hatred of Song Haitao better than anyone else.

Did this old man take the wrong medicine?

Going to see his mother in a nursing home?

Song Wenqi made a direct phone call.

"Song Haitao, if you feel that your life is too leisurely, just go out with your woman for a trip, or even around the world, just don't provoke me.

You have forgotten him for so many years, why not forget it all the time?

What are you doing to harass her?

I tell you, if my mother commits suicide again, I and you are not finished, do you believe me or go and order your house? "

Song Wenqi yelled and hummed Song Haitao's eardrums.

"Stinky boy, let me see what happened to her?

She is my wife! "

"I thank you for remembering that she is your wife! I beg you to let her go, and leave her quickly. My mother doesn't have that blessing and can't afford the title of Mrs. Song.

Do n’t you have a Mrs. Song?

My mother is not rare! I beg you not to disgust my mother, will you? "

Song Wenqi's words made Song Haitao's guilt suddenly squeezed behind his head.

"What's your attitude?

I am your father! If I did n’t care about you, could I ask your mom where did you go?

You still talk to me like this, you stupid boy, I have never heard of any divorce in this world! "

"You have n’t heard much about it. Is there anything I have to do with you now?

From the age of a few years, you no longer care about me, do I care if I am dead or alive?

Have you ever cared?

You are only concerned about the shares of the Song Group, and I am nothing more than a machine for your money.

If it were n’t for the same blood as you, I would n’t have waited for you.

I warn you, don't provoke my mom! Did you hear me? "

After talking, Song Wenqi hung up the phone directly.

Song Haitao's whole person was about to jump.

This son is upset! He was born to be angry with him, right?

Song Haitao returned home angrily.

Song Wenqi was very worried about Liu Mei's situation. He knew he was troublesome again with Shen Mange and Ye Nanxian, but apart from them, he really didn't know who to look for.

He was stuck in Yunnan because of some things and could not come back temporarily, but he was worried about Liu Mei's safety.

After thinking twice, Song Wenqi still called Shen Mange.

Ye Nanxian wanted Shen Mange to take a good rest, so she took her phone to the study.

When the phone rang, Ye Nanxian paused when he saw Song Wenqi's phone, but he answered it.

"She just got off the plane to save, she was resting, and she told me something."

Ye Nanxian's cold voice reached Song Wenqi's ear along the telephone line.

Song Wenqi was a little depressed, but whispered, "Please do me a favor."

"Say."

"Song Haitao went to the nursing home to see my mother. My mother's biggest injury in this life was Song Haitao and me.

Now he goes to the nursing home. I do n’t know what he said to my mother. I ’m afraid that my mother is emotional. She has committed suicide many times in a row. Every time she got back from the ghost gate.

If it weren't for me, I knew my mother would have died.

I can't walk away now, so please and Shen Mange help me to see how my mother is, okay? "

Song Wenqi rarely talked about these things with others.

Shen Mange has known for a long time that Ye Nanxian is somewhat clearer, but Song Wenqi still feels a little embarrassed.

Ye Nanxian said without any pause: "I will go in a while."

"It's better to bring Shen Mange. My mother has a fear of single men, including me when I grow up. Sometimes my mother even resists me.

I'm really sorry, but to trouble you. "

"Looking at how polite you are speaking today, Mange and I are here to help you.

How are you doing in Yunnan? "

"It's no big deal, it will be resolved in a moment, I will go back as much as possible, and I will trouble you before that."

"Good to say."

Ye Nanxian hung up the phone and rubbed his temples.

He hasn't had such a high-intensity job for a long time.

After filing the rest of the unfinished work, Ye Nanxian got up and shook his shoulders before walking towards the bedroom.

Shen Mange is still resting, it seems to be really tired.

Ye Nanxian was very distressed about Shen Mange. If he could, he really didn't want to toss Shen Mange, but he also agreed to Song Wenqi and had to go.

"Song, wake up."

Ye Nanxian patted Shen Mange's cheek.

Shen Mange woke up a little pretentiously, saw Ye Nanxian in front of her eyes, yawned and said, "It's getting dark?"

Are you going to eat? "

"Eat eat, you know eat, are you a pig?

Luoluo has inherited your foodie personality. "

Hearing Ye Nanxian say this, Shen Mange directly knocked off his hand.