To lure you into the game, Professor Su is cold and flirtatious

Chapter 127 Longing to grow up
Although Ding Xingyan really wanted to ask what they were talking about, but this place is outside, so it's not easy to ask. Why don't you just go back and ask, Ding Xingyan agreed and hung up the phone, and said to Song Qiao next to him.

"Okay, let's go back now, they're done talking."

Song Qiao also breathed a sigh of relief. There are so many things today, if the matter is not resolved, she may not be able to work with peace of mind.

After paying the driver, the two got out of the car and went directly to Ding's house.

With a "click", there was the sound of the door opening outside, and the two people in the living room were quiet.

Ding Xingyan and Song Qiao couldn't wait to open the door and enter the room. The two of them had just entered the living room from the entrance, and found the atmosphere was extremely heavy. Although the inside was bright, the expressions on the faces of the two sitting on the sofa were exactly the same, as if they were both crying pass.

It's okay for Lingling to cry, even her uncle is crying, it seems that the matter is not small... Song Qiao's heart beat a little, she swallowed her saliva, and hurried to Ding Lingling's side, then sat down softly, and asked in a low voice .

"Lingling, are you okay? What happened?"

Ding Xingyan also walked to his father with concern and sat down, looking at his father's reddish eyes, he felt a little heavy in his heart.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Ding Cheng sighed, didn't speak, forced a smile, looked at Song Qiao who was opposite and said, "Song Qiao is here, you came to find Lingling, it should be related to work, you two go back to the bedroom and talk."

Song Qiao smiled when she heard the words: "Okay, then uncle...you talk to Xing Yan, I will accompany Lingling up."

After speaking, Song Qiao helped Ding Lingling go upstairs. Ding Lingling had no expression on her face, but followed her up.

Seeing this scene, Ding Xingyan frowned, feeling inexplicably anxious. He wanted to ask many questions, but his father pushed the two of them away. Should he chase after them?
Thinking of this, Ding Xingyan subconsciously stood up, but just moved two steps to the side when Ding Cheng stopped him.

"Ding Cheng, don't go up, your sister wants to chat with Song Qiao about work."

Ding Xingyan's heart sank, he looked back at his father, couldn't hold back, and suddenly asked: "Dad, what did you talk to my sister just now? I know to ask you, but you won't tell me, but I'm going to ask my sister now, You won't let me go, so can you tell me?"

Ding Xingyan's eyes were particularly stubborn.

Ding Cheng looked at his son's childish face, smiled suddenly, shifted his gaze to the bag on the coffee table, and changed the subject: "Are you guys going to eat barbecue? You even brought some back for me. It's rare that you are so filial. , let me taste your craft."

Ding Xingyan watched his father change the subject, feeling even more depressed, he is no longer a child, why do you treat him like a child?Is there anything he cannot know?

Ding Xingyan opened his mouth to say something, but met Dean Shang Ding's eyes, and swallowed back the words in his mouth. He had never seen his father showing such a helpless look. Although he didn't say a word, his eyes were clear. The "begging" of him, don't ask again.

It seems that if he asks one more word, it's like stabbing a knife in Dad's heart... Ding Xingyan's heart sank, but he didn't continue to ask. He just gritted his teeth and walked to the coffee table, lifted the barbecue, and said in a muffled voice : "I see, I'm going to warm you up now, just wait a while."

After finishing speaking, Ding Xingyan sighed and went straight to the kitchen.

Ding Cheng looked at his son's back, put away the smile on his face, and then leaned on the back of the sofa, sighing silently.

The door of the bedroom was opened, Song Qiao supported Ding Lingling to the bedroom with a worried expression on her face, arranged her to sit on the sofa, Song Qiao dragged a chair over by herself, looked at Ding Lingling seriously for a while, and then said softly asked.

"Lingling, what's wrong with you? What happened today?"

Ding Lingling looked at her best friend's concerned eyes, full of words she wanted to confide in, she couldn't help it, and suddenly threw herself into Song Qiao's arms and began to cry.

"Song Qiao, why is this happening? Why is this happening? Teacher Su and I...can we really not be together anymore?"

Song Qiao was at a loss when she heard this, but she probably understood what made Lingling so sad. It might have something to do with Su Zhiqiu, but she didn't know anything, so she could only pat Ding Lingling on the back to comfort her.

"Don't cry, tell me what's wrong first, I feel bad when you cry like this..."

Song Qiao felt sorry for her sister, her eyes turned red.

Ding Lingling didn't intend to hide anything, so she choked and told about the grievances between her father and Su Zhiqiu.

When Song Qiao heard that Su Zhiqiu's father committed suicide by jumping off a building and that it might have something to do with Uncle Ding, she was shocked. Then she heard that Su Zhiqiu and Ding Lingling were together for revenge... Song Qiao was a little angry, but after hearing Ding Lingling Telling from the beginning to the end, her anger slowly dissipated, and finally turned into helplessness.

After all, there was a human life involved in this, and Ding Lingling herself didn't blame Su Zhiqiu. How could Song Qiao, an outsider, go to Su Zhiqiu to settle accounts?

Not to mention, apart from the dead Su Changping, there was only one Su Zhiqiu in this matter.

Su Zhiqiu has been burdened with such hatred since he was a child, and he has suffered for an unknown number of years. Song Qiao feels sorry for him.

Ding Lingling was still crying in her ears. Song Qiao wanted to comfort her, but she couldn't say anything. In the end, she could only hug Ding Lingling and give her silent companionship and support.

When Ding Lingling's voice was almost hoarse from crying, Song Qiao comforted Ding Lingling slowly, and said in a low voice, "Lingling, I know you are very sad. I have never been involved in this matter, and I don't know what to do for you. You solve it, but I am your good sister, you are suffering now, but you have to cheer up."

"Uncle's troubles are just the beginning, plagiarism is just an introduction, and there will be an infinite storm after that. If you don't pull yourself together, both you and uncle will be wiped out, and maybe Xingyan will be affected, do you understand? "

Listening to what her best friend said, Ding Lingling felt a little puzzled, looked at her with red eyes and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Song Qiao put Ding Lingling back on the sofa, and then said seriously: "Lingling, I know it's cruel and inhumane to say this now, but you must not be immersed in these pains. Stabilize yourself, and when you recover, you will have the energy to help Uncle, and then make up for Teacher Su."

Ding Lingling frowned even tighter. She didn't understand what Song Qiao was trying to say, and Song Qiao didn't play around with her. Now that the matter was so troublesome, she had to solve it quickly. There was a lot of trouble, and Ding Lingling's work had to be stabilized first. Only then can we talk about other things, otherwise, the longer the matter drags on, the greater the blow to Ding Lingling's career will be.

(End of this chapter)