Four older brothers scrambled to spoil me after my love affair went viral

Chapter 314 He Doesn't Understand Why God Wants To Be So Cruel
"It's okay. I didn't take this matter to heart at the beginning. Whoever you like is your freedom." Sancho's voice was sweet and soft, with a sense of comfort.

Her words did succeed in calming A He's mood, but it made Shangguan Yuan's face darken.

Realizing that something was wrong with Shangguan Yuan, Meng Jiahe immediately called out to save him, "It makes sense! But I only like A Yuan."

"It's better to be like this." Shangguan Yuan's expression improved slightly.

He remembered that when he met A He for the second time, Sang Qingran was there. If he hadn't walked over with an umbrella at that time, wouldn't it be Sang Qingran who took A He to the hospital?

So now the person standing beside Ah He might also be Sang Qingran.

"Let's go, let's go, it's getting late, Qiao Qiao and the others should rest, and so should we." Meng Jiahe took Shangguan Yuan's hand and planned to go back to the room.

"En." Shangguan Yuan was reluctantly dragged away by her, and the two were still whispering after they left the room.

It was obviously about talking about Sang Qingran just now.
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They stayed for a total of seven days on this trip. After they got off the plane, Meng Jiahe and Shangguanyuan went back to the company first.

Sang Qiao and Si Chenli sent old man Sang back to the old house, but the old man was still reluctant to part with him, "Qiao Qiao, Xiao Li, if you are free, you can come here often."

"Okay, grandpa, if you're not used to it, would you like to live with us?"

Sancho also felt a little strange when he saw the tears in his grandfather's eyes.

"No need, I'll get used to it in two days, you guys go back." Mr. Sang waved his hand and refused, he knew very well that he couldn't live with Qiao Qiao and the others all the time, besides, he couldn't bear to part with the old house.

He always has to get used to it.

Sancho knew that the old house had a lot of memories for his grandfather, so he didn't try to persuade him again, "Don't you know how to use WeChat? You can send me a message."

"Okay, I'll study it later." Old Man Sang resisted, with a smile on his face.

"Well, it's close anyway, and I can come back to have dinner with you tomorrow." Sancho said softly.

"Okay, let's go to work, you have played with me for so many days, and the company has assigned a lot of things."

"it is good."

After Sang Qiao and Si Chenli left Sang's house, Mrs. Sang came out of the kitchen, holding the water glass, feeling astringent and uncomfortable.

Her condition is getting better and better, and she has hardly had any seizures. Similarly, her brain is becoming more and more clear, and what she did in the past is repeated in her mind.

As long as she thought about what she did to Qiao Qiao, she became more flustered, and she didn't even dare to see Qiao Qiao, let alone make up for it.

"Dad, you are back from playing."

"Yeah." Old man Sang leaned against the sofa and stared up at the ceiling.

Mrs. Sang put the cup of warm water in her hand on the table, and sat beside her silently, without disturbing the old man.

The living room was quiet for a while, and then the door was pushed open. As soon as Sang Shen heard the news of their return today, he asked people to postpone all the arrangements.

But he came back too late, and could only watch their car drive away from a distance.

He has been observing grandpa's circle of friends these days, but found that nothing has been posted, and he can't see any photos of grandpa and Qiao Qiao.

"Grandpa, you have been playing for so long, didn't you even take a picture?"

"Yes, on the mobile phone, we went to wear Hanfu, took pictures at various attractions, and went fishing." Mr. Sang was in the future, but what the grandson wanted to see, he put the mobile phone on the table without hesitation.

When mentioning the items to play on the road, Mr. Sang couldn't help but smile.

Grandpa's phone didn't have a password set, so Sang Shen opened the photo album directly, and saw photos of Qiao Qiao, Si Shenli, A He, and Shangguan Yuan in it.

He selected a few co-shots of only Jojo and his grandfather, as well as a single photo of Jojo, and sent them to his WeChat before returning his grandfather's phone.

Mrs. Sang was sitting next to her just now, so she naturally saw it too. She felt a little happy in her heart, because she was happy for Qiao Qiao.

Even if her mother was incompetent, Qiao Qiao still grew up in a place she couldn't see, and became an object she could no longer make up for.

"Has Qingran been busy lately? Does he know about Ah He being with someone else?"

Grandpa Sang casually mentioned this matter because he wanted to know what the third grandson was really thinking, although Qingran seemed to have no interest in Ahe at the beginning.

But the children of his Sang family are very stubborn, and sometimes they are not very smart.

He was afraid that Qingran's lack of interest at the time was just pretending...

"The third brother has been busy all the time, but he also took a few days off a while ago. He already knew about Ahe. We chatted before, and his reaction was very indifferent."

"It's because he is unlucky, that's okay, so as not to delay Ahe, Xiaoyuan is so nice, he is a good match with Ahe." Old Master Sang sighed.

It would be a lie to say that there is no regret at all, but as long as the child Ahe is happy.

Sang Qingran, who happened to come back from outside the gate, had not had time to come in, when he heard such words, his footsteps paused slightly.

He couldn't help clenching his fingertips. Just as he wanted to understand his feelings, he cruelly learned that Ah He had never liked him.

Now when I came back, I heard from my own grandfather that he would delay Ah He and so on.

Sang Qingran didn't know whether to laugh or to be sad for a moment, it turned out that his embarrassment was not only in his own eyes, even his own grandfather felt that he was not worthy of the person he liked.

Sang Qingran still didn't go in in the end, he turned around and left the old house, and called his senior brother.

"Come out for a drink."

Hearing such an inexplicable sentence on the other side of the screen, his face was full of confusion, "You said you want to drink?"

"Come or not, hang up if you don't come." Sang Qingran walked all the way to the bar.

He seldom touches alcohol since he was a child, even if he has a very restrained drink on festivals, he has never experienced the feeling of getting drunk.

But today, he wanted to be presumptuous.

"Oh, I see. Isn't it convenient for you to talk now? Are you giving me some secret signal? Are you in danger?"

The brother on the other side of the phone also became serious.

Sang Qingran: "...Look less at what's there."

He directly cut off the phone, entered a high-end bar, opened a box, and sat alone, with all kinds of alcohol on the table.

Sang Qingran opened a bottle casually, filled the glass to the brim, and drank it all in one gulp. He had never drank like this before, so he coughed violently for a while.

Tears burst out, and he couldn't drink a second cup. He lay powerlessly on the sofa, his eyes were moist. He had never gained anything in his life.

He didn't understand, and couldn't figure it out, he had already worked so hard to live, be a good person, save lives and heal the wounded, why would God be so cruel to him?Nothing was left to him.

(End of this chapter)