Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 74 Canary
Sang Xiaoyu was really angry, she stood up and said: "Of course I don't dare to forget your kindness to me, but how do you count my favor from you?

Are you content when you go to bed?Then I will fulfill you now. "

Sang Xiaoyu's eyes were on fire. She felt that you were kind to me, and she was willing. I accepted your kindness because I really had nowhere to go.

Jiang Chunhui was also angry. He also felt that Sang Xiaoyu was a little ignorant of current affairs and couldn't see the good in him. He wanted to try to persuade her, but when the words came to his lips, he flew sideways.

He said: "This is such a man. Not only did he not stand up when he was alive and dying, but he ran away without armor and armor. Is a man who has no responsibility at all worthy of your life and death?"

Sang Xiaoyu heard too many words like this, and she felt that he completely misunderstood what she meant, so she said: "I want to tell you several times, it's not that I want to reunite with him, I just want my son to have a safe place.

What is my current physical condition, I know myself, what should I do if something happens to me?My mother is old, how many years can she take care of my son?
Apart from his biological father, I am not at ease in whom the child will be handed over to. Is it wrong for me to find him?How do you always twist my meaning? "

Seeing that Sang Xiaoyu was really angry, Jiang Chunhui immediately softened up and said flatteringly, "You know I didn't mean that, but when I heard you mention Cheng Weize, I felt angry."

Sang Xiaoyu said seriously: "He is the father of my child. In this world, apart from me, no one else will treat him sincerely. Grandma treats him well, but how many years can I stay with him? I am the mother, these things Don't I think about the front? You don't object to me saying that, do you?
I make money and pay off my debts every day. If something happens suddenly one day, who will my children depend on? "

"I!" Jiang Chunhui said loudly, "I will definitely treat your child as my own."

Sang Xiaoyu stared at him without saying anything, thinking to herself, you don't even get close to your own daughter, let alone other people's children, but she didn't dare to say it, she didn't want to anger him.

"What? You don't believe it?" Jiang Chunhui was still silent in his own thoughts.

"Jiang Chunhui, even if I believe such words, do you believe them?"

Jiang Chunhui smiled wryly, found a step for himself and said, "There's nothing unbelievable."

Jiang Chunhui began to curry favor with Sang Xiaoyu, saying a lot of things about himself, and even brought out a lot of nasty words, which made Sang Xiaoyu dumbfounded.

The topic of Sang Xiaoyu looking for Cheng Weize did not spoil his mood, he said that he has liked her for a long time, and now he has blurred the reason why he liked her in the first place.

Sang Xiaoyu was still a little moved, she knew that being moved was not a heartbeat, but this obsession made her calm heart beat violently again, making her eyes turn red.

Jiang Chunhui received her throbbing, he picked up the two small boxes again and said, "Don't mention him, just open it and have a look."

Sang Xiaoyu smiled wryly and said, "You gave me too many things, I've recovered now, don't spend any more money."

Jiang Chunhui refused, saying, "Even if you have money, you don't want to spend it. It's different. This is my heart."

Sang Xiaoyu finally opened it, one is a beautiful bracelet and the other is a necklace.

Sang Xiaoyu said: "I really can't accept it, this thing is too sensitive."

Jiang Chunhui said: "Let's not talk about this, just say do you like it?"

Sang Xiaoyu had no choice but to nod.

Jiang Chunhui said: "I didn't force you to do anything, as long as you like it, do you want me to bring it for you?"

Sang Xiaoyu quickly shook her head and said, "Forget it, you should send me to the store, I still have a lot of things to do."

Jiang Chunhui said: "I don't want to talk about you either. That high-end cigarette shop is also a symbol. You make it like this... Forget it, it's up to you."

Sang Xiaoyu knew that he was always dissatisfied with her behavior, and now, she also felt that this store was a bit nondescript, but she couldn't control that much anymore, she had to make money quickly so that she could leave here as soon as possible.

Jiang Chunhui's phone kept ringing, and he spread his hands helplessly and said, "You can live here with peace of mind, and you can also bring your mother and children over. It will be convenient for us to meet again in the future. I'll go first. I don't need to send you to the store first."

Sang Xiaoyu shook his head, saying that he wanted to appreciate such a nice house, and Jiang Chunhui left with a smile.

When Jiang Chunhui walked to the door, he realized that Sang Xiaoyu was good to him, but even if he didn't have the tenderness like water, he could be regarded as "it's nothing to go through a thousand sails, and the tenderness of Xiehui is long."

When he got into the elevator, he felt that he had underestimated Sang Xiaoyu and overestimated himself.

All the way melancholy, and all the way high-spirited.

After Jiang Chunhui left, Sang Xiaoyu really pinched herself, it didn't feel real.

Sang Xiaoyu looked at the house.

Someone once lived in it, and there are traces of living there. Could it be his former mistress?
Then she denied it, because there were traces of the old people in the house.

For example, there are old people's crutches on the balcony and a few cloth shoes that only old people like to wear, which are placed in a small cabinet on the balcony.

Sang Xiaoyu was lying on the south balcony, looking at a huge flower bed below, surrounded by trees and pedestrians, this is a pretty good community, the entrance is closed management, at a glance, you can see the streets on the street There is a lot of traffic.

Sang Xiaoyu stared at it for a while, then went into the bedroom, and found that the bedroom had been cleaned, and the bed was covered with newly laid sheets and quilts.

There was a closet in the bedroom. Sang Xiaoyu opened it and looked. There were some new pajamas that didn't even have the logo cut out. Sang Xiaoyu knew that Jiang Chunhui must have prepared them for herself.

There was a drawer at the end of the bed, and there were some cigarette cases in it, one of which was half a pack of cigarettes, not Jiang Chunhui's favorite brand.

This is definitely not Jiang Chunhui's home. The house is only about 70 square meters, with a large living room, two bedrooms, one large and one small, and the bathroom is not large.

A set of gray sofas is placed in the living room. Opposite is a TV set with the smallest size of more than 50 square meters, and there is a TV cabinet under the TV set.

Sang Xiaoyu reached out and opened the drawer, and there were remote controls and batteries inside...

Sang Xiaoyu walked in the bedroom barefoot, the pure wool carpet was printed with dark flower patterns, it felt loose and soft under the feet, but the soles of the feet were warm and ironed, leather sofa, LCD TV, exaggerated and large double bed.

There are potted plants planted in the past, including Chlorophytum and Narcissus, which she likes. Because no one has taken care of them for a long time, the leaves have turned yellow.

The north balcony was not big and had plenty of sunlight. She bent down and looked down. The community was neat and tidy, and there were all kinds of flower beds and trees.

She suddenly remembered her rental house in the outskirts of the city, and the days when she was in a mess with mice and flies all day long...

It's not what it used to be, it's not what it used to be.She didn't know which was more real.

(End of this chapter)