shock!The cold and disabled boss stood up and kissed me

The incense of Buddha lingers on the tip of the nose, incense is burning in the ancestral hall, candles are lit, it is very quiet.

Only here, Song Qingli will not lie and face her mistakes seriously.

She knows that some things are both good and evil.

She is more aware of her responsibilities and obligations as Mrs. Gu Zechuan.

Song Qifang said deeply: "Your mother is a teacher of the people, and she is clean and honest, but she is in poor health and lacks education for you since she was a child."

"But I think you're a good girl."

"Although I don't know why you did this, I think it must be something you struggled with for a long time before you did it."

"Dad doesn't blame you. Dad is just guilty of letting you fall into these things. If you don't have a marriage with the Gu family, you might be able to be with the person you like."

The girl looked down at the scattered incense ash on the ground. She hadn't seen her mother for a long time.

The girl kowtowed three times and said for a long time, "Dad, I will give you a reasonable explanation. Your daughter is not a scumbag."

"I can't say now, Dad, do you trust me?"

Song Qingli raised his eyes, tears wet Song Qifang's heart, how could he not believe in his daughter?

Gu Zechuan and Song Qingli ate breakfast, stayed for a while, and then prepared to leave.

Song Qifang sent it to the door, saying that he hadn't seen him for several months, but he knew that his daughter was going to get married after all, and it was enough to come back to see his old father from time to time.

No matter how clear the ideal was, when he saw his daughter getting into the car, he still had tears in his eyes.

"Qingli, tell me what you want to eat next time, and I'll buy some food in advance." The mature man's thoughts are silent, and all his thoughts are soaked in details.

Song Qingli saw his father's face through the window, choked up and couldn't speak for a long time.

In the end, I just waved goodbye.

Song Qifang watched his daughter's car turn into a black spot, then looked away and walked into the house.

A person's lonely life, as long as it is lively and quiet, it will be dead.

Song Qifang, who had changed his clothes and was about to go out, suddenly received a call from Song Liren.

"Brother-in-law, you have to help me find a way. Yaya was sent to the hospital and needs a kidney transplant. Now my company is just in operation and I can't get the money out. Can you lend me 100 million?"

When Song Qifang heard the news, he was stunned for a long time. The man's voice on the phone at this moment was extremely anxious, which reminded him suddenly of the night when there was a heavy rain outside the emergency room and he collapsed.

His authenticity, lying in the emergency room waiting for blood transfusion, is his authenticity, the person who wants to live with him.

How could he not be wronged all these years.

He hated it.

But still pretend to be sensible.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law? Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you."

"Then I'll send you the account number, and you'll send the money later."

In Song Liren's eyes, brother-in-law is a generous savior, no matter what, as long as he can do it, he will do it, if he can't, he will find a way to do it.

So he was self-righteous, thinking that he could borrow 100 million with just one phone call.

As everyone knows, Song Qifang squeezed the phone and said coldly: "My company can't dial 1 million for the time being..."

Song Liren interrupted him, and said to himself: "Brother-in-law, I know you have a solution, can you help me think about it..."

"There is a way. I know a good loan company boss, and I will push his WeChat to you now. 100 million is a matter of 2 minutes for him."

"No, brother-in-law..." Song Liren was stunned by this sentence. Why did my brother-in-law, who was always so talkative, suddenly change?

"Brother-in-law, your company's development prospects are so good, how could it be possible that you can't even come up with 100 million?"

Since he wanted to make it clear, Song Qifang didn't want to hide it: "Since my brother-in-law knows, why do you ask?"

"You..." Song Liren suddenly raised his voice: "Brother-in-law, how could you refuse to save him? You are not afraid of dreaming at midnight and having nightmares."

Nightmare?

He had had a lot of nightmares in these years. Every time he dreamed, he was looking for someone. He was looking for blood for Shuzhen, but he couldn't find it every time. Then he was told by the doctor: The patient lost too much blood and died!
At first, Song Qifang felt sad for his misfortune, but when he said: "I can't save him from death."

He was angry.

The hand holding the phone was shaking.

The sun was shining on his forehead, sweat was streaming down his face, he no longer cared about the politeness among relatives: "Speaking of nightmares, hasn't your sister given you dreams in recent years? Tell me to take good care of your little brother."

"If she knew, she would die by your hands. I don't know if she would say that?"

"Brother-in-law, what are you talking about? My sister's matter has nothing to do with me. Yaya has road dementia since she was a child. She lost her way and couldn't find her way, which delayed the treatment. We don't want this to happen."

"Hmph." Song Qifang laughed lowly.

"You've been saying this excuse for a long time, do you believe it?"

"I... my own daughter, of course I do."

"Don't Lu Chi have a long mouth? Doesn't she know how to ask for directions? You guys are going to make up an image of Lu Chi for her, I admit it, but our family, Qingli, saw her in the hospital with her own eyes."

"It's in the hospital!"

"What else do you need to explain? I won't help you with this matter. I believe that with your ability, you won't be unable to borrow money. You can borrow money yourself. Why do you need to ask someone?"

Song Qifang hung up the phone decisively.

He walked to the ancestral hall silently, and suddenly knelt down on the ground and burst into tears.

"Shuzhen, you have to forgive my bad thoughts... I just..." The man wiped away his tears: "I just think, why our family lives like this, they are fine."

"You can't help but blame me. I've done good deeds all my life, and in the end I haven't been left behind by a single bad deed."

The wind blows the autumn leaves, fluttering in the air like brown butterflies fluttering their wings, and the trees in the Song house begin to turn yellow as soon as autumn comes.

The fallen leaves were blown into the ancestral hall with the wind, and they were all on the man's shrugging shoulders.

Like consolation.

It seems unintentional.

He felt that he had been lonely for a long time, but after careful calculation, it was only more than a year.

When Shuzhen was in poor health, his career was not very good. Even if he ran to and from the company hospital every day, he lived a fulfilling life.

But later, Shuzhen left, his company suddenly started, and he was idle, so he no longer felt full and happy.

"Shuzhen, after you died, the trees in the yard stopped blooming."

The broken eyes of the man looked at the cold memorial tablet. He was only a year old, his hair was dyed with silver threads, and his face was covered with wrinkles.

A lot older.

old, old.

The man got up and walked out of the ancestral hall, with his hands behind his back, he raised his head stiffly and looked at the few trees in the yard with only fallen leaves and no flowers. As soon as the wind blew, the leaves withered and the dead branches could be seen at a glance.