Don't abuse the president, your wife is the real daughter

Chapter 75 Reconciliation
Song Chaoyu walked very quickly, and when he went to meet the person he wanted to see, he would unconsciously quicken his pace.

It's just that her legs and feet are not very convenient, otherwise she might start running.

Song Chaoyu pushed open the door of Li Ping's ward, and Song Haichen happened to be there, and the two were preparing to have lunch.

Li Ping's expression froze. Seeing Song Chaoyu's scarred face, she burst into tears. Song Chaoyu no longer wore bandages. In order to make the wound heal faster, the wound was exposed to the air.

A long, red scar, with stitches that hadn't been removed, looked creepy.

However, the other half of Song Zhaoyu's face was very good-looking, and the contrast between the two sides made it look even weirder.

Song Chaoyu immediately leaned over and leaned against Li Ping's palm with the other half of her intact face. Since she was a child, she loved lying quietly on Li Ping's palm like this.

Li Ping's palms are not delicate, coupled with years of rough work, they are even rough, and there are cracks in some places.

Song Zhaoyu's cheeks are very tender, and it hurts when he rubs them hard, but Song Zhaoyu still likes to put his face on Li Ping's palm.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, mom, don't cry." Song Zhaoyu comforted softly.

As long as she knew that Li Ping accepted her again, she would feel at ease and warm her heart.

Li Ping's condition was unstable at times, and she would always vent her anger on her. Sometimes the words she said seemed to force a sharp knife into Song Chaoyu's heart.

Li Ping slowly raised her hand, and Song Chaoyu followed suit with a smile on her face.

Because the scope of the scar was too large, when Song Chaoyu laughed, his cheeks were a little stiff, blocked by a thick layer of scab on his face.

"Zhaoyu, will there be scars? We Zhaoyu are so beautiful, we must not leave scars!" Li Ping said with tears.

She caressed Song Zhaoyu's cheek affectionately, and her fingers touched Song Zhaoyu's wound lightly. When she saw the hideous wound, Li Ping couldn't help crying.

Song Chaoyu has been icy and cute since she was a child, and when she was brought out, everyone praised her, saying that she is a cute and clever little girl, and she will definitely become a big beauty in the future.

Sure enough, the longer Song Chaoyu grew, the better he looked. When he was in high school, he was worried about Song Chaoyu's early years. Who knew that Song Chaoyu only read sage books, topped the list for several years, and was admitted to the best school in Nancheng.

Li Ping has always been proud of Song Chaoyu, but thinking of Song Chaoyu's self-indulgence and betraying herself for money, she feels particularly uncomfortable.

Song Zhaoyu saw the meaning in Li Ping's eyes, and quickly explained: "I have completely broken off relations with that man, mom, don't be angry anymore."

Li Ping looked at Song Chaoyu with scars on her face, but she still couldn't help herself, she hugged Song Chaoyu into her arms, just like when she was a child, Li Ping always hugged Song Chaoyu.

Song Haichen stood aside, watching the two embrace each other tenderly, he also got in.

"That's right, mom, don't be angry, my sister has always been obedient!" Song Haichen said with a smile.

Song Zhaoyu let go of his embrace, looked at Song Haichen who was standing beside him, and rubbed Song Haichen's fluffy hair.

Song Haichen's condition is getting better and better, his face was always pale in the past, but now his face is finally rosy.

"Haichen, have you listened to your mother during this time?" Song Chaoyu asked warmly.

"You are obedient! I am the most obedient child!" Song Haichen replied without hesitation.

Song Chaoyu couldn't help but look at the gentle smile between his brows and eyes, and looked back at Li Ping. Li Ping was also looking at her, with a smile in his eyes and the usual kindness.

"Mom is the best!" Song Zhaoyu rushed over immediately.

Song Chaoyu always looks like an elite outside, and only Li Ping knows that Song Chaoyu is actually clingy a lot of the time, if Song Haichen's illness hadn't come on quickly and quickly, it would have made the originally poor family worse.

Otherwise, the current Song Chaoyu would still be held in the palms of her and Song Feng's hands as a little princess.

"How old are you, you're still acting like a baby!" Li Ping said angrily.

Song Chaoyu ignored her and tightened her embrace. She hadn't hugged her mother like this for a long time. Li Ping didn't have a special smell, only the faint smell of washing powder.

The relationship between mother and daughter has eased a lot, and Li Ping's condition is gradually improving. After the doctor's examination, Song Chaoyu directly discharged Li Ping from the hospital.

When tidying up the ward where he had lived for a long time, Song Chaoyu moved a lot slower.

Li Ping was unreasonable when she got sick, and Song Chaoyu was injured many times because of it, but she couldn't help feeling distressed. Li Ping was crazily masturbating herself, as if she had fallen into a bewilderment.

Song Chaoyu could only stand by, helpless, watching Li Ping in pain, and was afraid of irritating Li Ping.

"Mom, are you ready? Let's go!" Song Chaoyu said with a smile.

Before leaving, I went upstairs to see Song Haichen. The house was still the same as before, but Song Chaoyu's room was quite empty.

It has not been lived in for a long time, and the inside has already fallen into dust.

The house for a family of four is not too big. There is only a small sofa and a small TV in the living room, which were bought many years ago.

Seeing the big family portrait hanging in the center, Song Chaoyu was taken aback for a moment.

Song Feng was always so kind, with a kind smile on his face, thinking that his father's death was unclear.

Song Zhaoyu suddenly felt a sharp pain, she must take revenge!

"Zhaoyu, what are you looking at?" Li Ping asked curiously.

Song Chaoyu came back to his senses and shook his head.

The mother and daughter cleaned up the house, and it became clean and tidy in an instant. Song Zhaoyu went to the small rented room to pack his luggage and returned home.

Returning to this familiar place again, Song Chaoyu felt the urge to cry.

It's so hard, it's all too hard.

As soon as Li Ping came back, she made a big table of delicious food, and she always felt distressed when she saw Song Chaoyu.

The wound on Song Chaoyu's face still looked so horrific, the stitches had been removed, and there was a thick layer of scab on his face, which looked terrifying.

"Mom, why are you so tired when you come back, making such a big table?" Song Chaoyu laughed.

In the bottom of my heart, I feel very warm. Li Ping cooks her favorite dishes.

Li Ping pulled a stool and sat aside, looking at Song Chaoyu: "Eat more, I see you have lost weight recently."

"Mmm! Mom's cooking is the best."

After eating, Song Chaoyu discovered that Li Ping was always inquiring about scar removal recently, and all the updates she posted were about scar removal.

Some seemingly outrageous things were followed, of course, in the end it was of no avail.

Until I saw a folk prescription for scar removal, it was a private clinic in a community around Nancheng. The store was not big, but everyone who went there said it was good.

Li Ping immediately sent the news to Song Chaoyu.

—— Zhaoyu, when you come back, mother will take you here to have a look, your scar will definitely be removed!

Song Zhaoyu looked like a plaque from a small workshop of three nothings, and originally wanted to refuse, but thinking of Li Ping's actions recently, she knew she couldn't hold back Li Ping, so she had to agree.

(End of this chapter)