Chapter 370

"Sugar!" I yelled, sugar is running around the garden, a brake, look back at me: "Mom, Dad!"

He jumped up and ran to us. Sang Qi bent down and picked him up. He nodded on his nose: "look, this face is like a flower cat."

I went to Mrs. sang and squatted down. She took my hand and said gently, "ah Qi said that you were not very well some time ago. Are you better now?"

Don't make me so embarrassed.

"Well."

Sang Shixi held my hand and let it go. He had a mild smile: "I'll take sugar to the garden first. Come and have a look when you're free."

I'm in a dilemma. In fact, I don't want to stay here, but if I go out with sansey, sansey will be angry.

But as soon as I moved, sang Qi grabbed my wrist and used a little strength: "sit down and chat with my grandfather."

Exactly, I don't want to sit here. A group of people sit together and have nothing to say.

He picked me up with sugar and said, "the lily of the valley we planted in the greenhouse has blossomed. I'll show you."

"Better."

Seeing Mrs. sang, he nodded politely, "aunt Qin, you are better."

"Is it?" It's true: "he took out his cell phone."

"I texted you." I said.

Sang Shixi came to us with a smile, picked up the sugar, and took off a gingko leaf that had just fallen from my shoulder in the garden: "when did you come, I didn't tell you in advance."

Even half brothers are brothers. I always feel responsible for this.

Sang Qi and sang Shixi are rivals in the company. They are strangers in Sang's home.

I feel embarrassed everywhere.

He completely forgot what sang Qi had just said to him, and then he jumped up from the sofa and ran to Sang Shixi.

But when I saw his father on the stairs, I thought he was not happy

In fact, I don't think it's necessary for sangqi to make it so clear.

"Oh." Sugar doesn't understand.

"Because you are uncles and nephews."

"Why?"

"Sugar." Sang Qi touched his head: "you want to call uncle."

I helped Mrs. sang sit down on the sofa, sugar everywhere: "when the West dad, when the West dad?"

"It's good, it's good, just sit down, don't keep standing."

"Thank you, Dad." "I'm all right now," Mrs. sang said with a low brow

When he saw Mrs. sang, the smile on his face increased: "Qin Qing, are you better? Listen to a Qi say you wake up, I'm happy for you, but I'm not a good old bone, go to the hospital to see you

It's like how much money I owe him.

His eyes flashed across my face in disgust: "well."

I said hello to the old man and called grandfather.

I think it's silly to set up an overbearing president. He always blows his beard and glares. What can he do if he is so narrow-minded?

Fortunately, white sugar is not around the old man now. With his domineering education method, does he want to educate white sugar to be a domineering President?

The old man was as loud as a bell, and he was very happy with his smile. He forced on the crutches: "good, good, win them all! My great grandson is going to do great things in the future! "

Bai Tang ran over first and took out a bunch of colorful glass marbles from his pocket to offer treasure to the old man: "granddad, you see, I played marbles with Zhou Zihao, and I won him all."

Mr. sang is old and strong, sitting in the living room waiting for us to pay homage to him.

However, it can be seen that Wei Lan's position in Mr. Sang's heart is getting worse and worse. Her angry face is the same as that of the palette, but it doesn't break out. She turns in with a cold face.

Wei Lan then came out and stood in front of the porch to see Mr. sang supporting Mrs. sang so gently. His face turned blue in the red sunset.

Most of Mr. sang used to be indifferent, but now he is a hundred times more attentive.

When did you see Mr. Sang's attitude towards Mrs. sang before?

Mr. sang met us at the door. When he saw Mrs. sang get out of the car, he came to support her arm and said softly, "I'm going to visit you in the sanatorium. You're coming back. Are you still used to living there?"

Wei Lan is very irritable. It can be seen that the relationship between her and Mr. sang has not been mended.

When our car stopped at the door of Sang's mansion, we heard Wei Lan's voice on the porch: "are you blind? Can I wipe my antique vase with alcohol? Did you know that alcohol will volatilize the pattern on the vase

However, this is not the case.

I hope sang Qi chooses to come to Sang's home today, just when Wei Lan is not at home.

I don't want to see Mrs. wesan. I don't know."Mom, this is the place where you have lived for more than 20 years. You can come and go freely." Sang Qi's tone was soft, but it was domineering.

"I'll go back first."

"Well, look at Grandpa. He wants sugar."

The car goes directly to Sang's house. The Sang's house is on the hillside. As soon as the car goes up the mountain, Mrs. sang realizes, "is this going to Sang's house?"

In fact, I don't ask sang Qi to love me as warmly as before. As long as he is willing to let me close to him like now, it will be enough for him to live his life in such a tepid way.

I nestle in her side, but my heart is full of happiness.

I didn't quite understand what Mrs. sang said. She patted me on the back of her hand. "Sometimes I get lost. Don't worry. I'll find it myself."

I told Mrs. sang how she had fled. She listened carefully and her lips were slightly raised. When I finished, her smiling eyes were bent: "these two people didn't feel where their hearts were. When they did, they wouldn't chase like this."

On the way, Mrs. sang asked Gu Yu, "as for the child Gu Yu, she really has a heart. She takes care of me every day in the hospital, and she calls me every day when I live in the sanatorium, but she doesn't call me today."

I helped Mrs. sang pack and took them back to Jincheng.

She gradually gets better and can walk slowly without being supported by others. She is still graceful and graceful. The two years of being a vegetable seem to have frozen her. There is no trace of years.

Yeah, it's all right.

She was red eyes, tightly holding my hand: "Xiaozhi, everything is OK."

After calling her aunt Qin for several years, I suddenly called her mother. I'm used to it, because in my heart, Mrs. sang is no different from my mother.

"I'm fine, Ma." Mrs. Sang's hands are warm, but thin.

He took sugar out of the living room, my eyes on his back, half a day back.

I feel more and more that sang Shixi is different from before. Before, he would deliberately pull me from sang Qi to him. Now he seems to pay more attention to my feelings.

My hand suddenly came to the pain, sang Qi holding more than just: "grandfather is talking to you, do you hear me?"