The 99th Divorce

"His father is the only music teacher in Shili Baxiang. He can play the piano and play the violin. I am also a local intellectual. At that time, how prestige ... If it was n’t Axuan ... If she had n’t been to our house, Enough."

Mrs. Song ’s voice has regrets, “I have raised her as a daughter for three years. For three years, I have raised a dog. I all know to recognize the owner. Simply, walk away on those days, and gave us a loud slap fiercely! "Said, waved his hands in extreme hate, hammering his own heart.

Song Yifan was startled and quickly stopped, shouting: "Mom!"

Mrs. Song tears up and down, "I hurt! That slap is like hitting my face. After all these years, it is still a hot pain! How much hatred do I have with her? Ah? Leave a piece of paper There is not even a shadow, I do n’t know if it ’s alive or dead, where do I hate! "

Su Qianci was sour when she saw her crying.

Pulling out the paper towels, they wiped away at Song Song's face.

Mrs. Song suddenly reached out suddenly and took Su Qianci's hand, her voice was firm and firm: "Axuan!"

Su Qianci was startled, and the whole person was trembling.

Li Sicheng stepped forward to hug her and stretched out her hand.

However, it was stopped by Song Yifan and shook his head gently.

Su Qianci was a little scared and looked at Mrs. Song and shouted: "Grandma, I am Qianci, not Rong Xuan."

"Eh ..." Mrs. Song responded, her eyes softened. "Scream again, Grandma loves to listen."

"Grandma ..." Su Qianci's voice was a little timid.

Mrs. Song smiled happily, reached out, and touched her hair. "Good boy, grandma cooks for you. The one behind you is your boyfriend?"

"He is my husband and we are married."

"Oh ... married, Yifan's daughters are married, old, old ..." Mrs. Song's voice was a little trance, saying, she would stand up, "I'll cook."

Song Yifan pressed the old lady and said softly, "Mom, we are going to eat outside. Sister Yang is coming home for the New Year. Let's go out to the restaurant, okay?"

"It's a waste of money to go to the restaurant, if your father knows it, you won't scold you."

"New Year, just once, okay?"

Mrs. Song gave him a weird look and pointed her finger at him, "You!"

"Come on, mom, I will take you to eat."

Song Yifan helped the old lady with a very slow pace.

Su Qianci looked at their backs in the back, feeling sad.

This home, because Rong Xuan became like this.

Without Rong Xuan ’s three-year insertion, Song Yifan must have married his wife and had children now, and Sheng Ximing did not need to suffer so long.

Seeing Rong Xuan some time ago, Su Qianci had never told anyone, but now, she wanted to say something.

After eating lunch, Song Yifan coaxed the old lady to go to bed, and then came out again.

Su Qianci opened the door and saw, "I saw Rong Xuan some time ago."

Song Yifan was sterilizing the gap, holding a tea clip in his hand and a blue and white porcelain tea cup. Hearing Su Qianci's words, the thin quilt dropped on the table and made a crisp sound.

It's miraculous and safe.

Song Yifan's mood is the same.

With a slight smile, Song Yifan continued his movements and said, "How is it possible that she is already dead."

"It's true, when I was hospitalized some time ago, when I went to see Mr. Rong ..." Su Qianci's voice suddenly stopped, "Wait, Rong Xuan, Rong Haiyue, will there be any relationship between them?" ? "