Chapter 675

I used to help Mrs. sang with the dishes. Mrs. sang said that it was Mr. Sang's Specialty: smoked fish with bittern.

Looking at the color, it's really good. The servant also brought up other dishes one after another. Mr. sang came out of the mansion, took off his apron and came to us.

He made a large table of dishes himself. It looks delicious with all kinds of color, fragrance and flavor. But I can guarantee that although it is delicious, it is not easy to swallow and digest.

I asked him, "do you want someone to kill Sanshi?"

He hung up the phone and left it in the back seat of the car. Although I don't know who he called just now, I can probably guess the content.

Then he took out the phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and said to the person on the phone, "don't do it for the time being. Give him the money and I'll leave it."

I put my hand on his shoulder before he reached out to hold my hand.

After we got on the bus, sangqi didn't let the driver drive. He looked out of the window for a long time. He didn't say he was driving and the driver didn't dare to drive.

And if Mr. sang saw his son kill each other with his own eyes, the feeling would be even different.

Mr. sang is still sitting in the pavilion. His back looks very desolate. I'm a little sad. The pain of losing my son is heartbreaking. I've tasted it.

We went out of Fanyuan, got on the car parked outside and turned to look inside.

I don't know if sang Qi's words just now hurt Mr. Sang's heart, because forgiveness is really not so easy.

It's like an old man sighing, sighing about the changeable world, sighing about the complex heart.

With that, he dragged my hand out of the pavilion. The evening in Fanyuan was so quiet that even the wind was blowing through his ears.

"Some people say that sugar doesn't die. If he doesn't die, sang Shixi will be able to live. If my son dies, he won't be able to live. I also hope sang Shixi won't be so cruel, even a three-year-old."

Sang Qi once again finished the wine in his glass and put it down. This time, he didn't pour the wine, just reached out and dragged me up.

I don't know what Mr. sang will say later.

"Sugar is your child and my grandson. I love him very much, but..."

he looked at me for a long time before he said to Mr. sang: "Sang Shi killed sugar, or did he want to leave him a life?" has the final say.

Then I looked up at sang Qi and I looked at him.

It was very quiet on the table. Mrs. sang sat on one side and didn't make any noise. Only I was gnawing at the chicken's feet. There were a lot of bones on the table.

"Mulberry flag." Mr. sang held sang Qi's hand: "I'll solve Huojia's problem slowly. Today I want you to say something. Can you spare sang Shixi?"

"There are also Xia Zhi's cousin, Huo Jia's father and brother. If I let him go, Huo Jia will not let him go."

Mr. Sang's hand shaking slightly: "I know Zhou Zihao, you often go to see him. Shi Xi takes the opportunity to frame you for doing it."

"Sang Shixi had many lives in his hands. Do you remember Zhou Zihao? Your youngest son died at the age of sugar. "

Pour the orange liquid into a white porcelain cup.

But I don't know what sangqi thought. Sangqi drank the wine in the glass with a smile. Then gently put down the wine glass, slowly picked up the small wine pot to fill himself.

Mr. sang is right. The palm and the back of his hand are all meat. He saved sang Shixi's flag in front of Sang Shixi. Now he wants to protect sang Shixi in front of Sang Shixi. I understand the dilemma of the old father.

For a father, this requirement is already very low.

"Dayu, I can give it all to you, as long as you save your life."

But Mr. sang did not raise his glass and looked at sang Qi with gloomy eyes.

Sang Qi raised his glass to Mr. sang: "Dad, drink."

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the sky slowly darkened. The light in the pavilion was on, a bit like the palace lamp in the past. The wind was shaking on our heads, and the expression on everyone's face was dark. Mr. sang drank a little wine, but his face was a little pale. He helped his forehead. I knew that at this stage of the meal, he had to say what he wanted to say I looked down and gnawed at my stewed chicken feet. I heard that Mr. sang finally said that sang Qi could not let go of his internship. After all, he was your eldest brother and my son. No matter what kind of conflicts and hatred between you two, in my opinion, one of you was the palm of your hand and the other was the back of your hand. The chicken feet were delicious. When you put them in your mouth, you drew a mouthful of collagen. I peeked at sang Qi and she hung down The eyebrow light casts the shadow of its long eyelashes on the eyelids, blocking his eyes

I secretly tasted sour and sweet, because I can't drink when I'm pregnant, and besides, I don't drink well.

Mr. Sang also drank a little wine with Sang Qi, scalded some flower carvings, and put plum in them.

Mr. sang said with a smile, "try my soup."

"Don't you think I'm a tough talker? I'm not the only one in our family. Aren't all your sons and daughters ghosts? "Mr. sang opened his eyes wide in surprise, nodded at me with chopsticks, and said to Mrs. sang, "this girl is really a ghost. Even if I put a pear in the lion's head, I can eat it."

I took a bite, waxy and tender, I said: "you put the pear is not?"

"Try the lion's head I made. You have a sharp mouth. Eat and see what's in it."

I always talk nonsense, and Mr. sang doesn't mind. Instead, he smiles and gives me a lion's head.

Now I just want to eat sweet and sour food. I even gave a thumbs up: "I didn't expect that Dad's craftsmanship is so good. I really don't want to be a cook. The boss is not a good gardener. "

I took a bite. The meat was very soft and delicious. It was sour and sweet, which was very agreeable to my taste.

At this time, the sky still had afterglow, shining on the smoked fish on my plate, which was amber, and even the fish bones were transparent.

"You are pregnant. Eat more and try my smoked fish."

Mr. sang sat down and put a piece of smoked fish into my plate with a smile on his face.

"If you want his life to be like this, he won't let himself go to prison. He will come out soon."

"If you kill him, you don't know where the sugar is hidden by him."

"Summer solstice." He slightly frowned: "even if the sugar is alive and not dead, and is hidden by sang Shixi, he will never tell us, never."