Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 62 Missed
"Hey, Dad, third brother," without approaching, Song Xiaoye raised her hand to say hello, but stepped back, "I still have something to do, I can't entertain you, I'm really sorry..."

As soon as she turned around, Song Xiaoye slid directly into the crowd.

Seeing it in a daze, Song Xiaoye ran into the crowd, and Song Zhenfeng finally realized, "Haohua, what are you still doing?" Seeing that Song Haohua didn't react for a while, Song Zhenfeng directly chased after him.

Although he was pampered, Song Zhenfeng usually paid attention to fitness. Even if Song Xiaoye took the lead, he was still blocked by Song Zhenfeng who caught up behind him.

"Dad," Song Xiaoye called out in a low voice, pleading first habitually, "I really have something to do, now..." After a pause, she raised her head and listened to the radio, her attitude became a little tougher, "Dad, hurry up Get out of the way, I have a flight to catch."

"What plane are you catching?" Song Zhenfeng's face turned blue with anger, "Where are you going? To avoid me?! Song Xiaoye, your wings really grew stiff, don't you?"

"I didn't want to avoid you." Seeing Song Haohua chasing after him, Song Xiaoye hurriedly called for help, "Third brother, I'm going to Scotland now to take part in an important audition. Help me——if I succeed this time, I will really I can become a real actor!"

"Pull—" Pointing at Song Xiaoye, Song Zhenfeng wanted face after all, so he didn't scold directly, "You should die! Xiaoye, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to act, and you are not allowed to show your face in those bullshit things. You just ignored my words!"

Looking at Song Zhenfeng with a livid face, Song Haohua pulled Song Xiaoye down, "Xiaoye, don't talk about it, let's talk about it when we go back... they are all watching!"

They are all watching!Song Xiaoye didn't care, not to mention that she didn't know the people watching the excitement at the airport, even if she knew her, she didn't care.

"Dad, third brother, I'm leaving now, don't stop me!"

Throwing away Song Haohua's grip on her hand, Song Xiaoye was about to pass Song Zhenfeng.How could Song Zhenfeng let her go just like that?

Seeing Song Zhenfeng stretch out his hand to grab her, Song Xiaoye became anxious too, she didn't care about other things, and when she made a wrong step, she directly grabbed Song Zhenfeng's thumb and pulled it out.

Song Zhenfeng was in pain, but before he could react, he had already fallen back. Song Xiaoye let go of his hand, and Song Zhenfeng became unstable and fell to the ground.

"Xiaoye," Song Haohua was also taken aback, and hurried over to help Song Zhenfeng.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a misunderstanding..." Song Haohua stopped the man next to him who wanted to make a call, and shouted loudly at the people around him twice.

Pursing her lips tightly, Song Xiaoye also felt uncomfortable when she looked at Song Zhenfeng who had stood up and was rubbing his waist.

"Dad, I said, don't stop me..." Turning her head, she lowered her head, shook off the sudden sourness, and walked away.

"Song Xiaoye—" Grabbing Song Xiaoye's backpack, Song Zhenfeng's eyes hardened, "If you leave, I'll call the police immediately!"

"Uncle Wu," Song Haohua frowned, seeing a policeman in uniform approaching in the distance, he became anxious, "Xiaoye, apologize to Uncle Wu! You are not yet an adult! Uncle Wu should take care of you..."

Seeing the police, she gritted her teeth, and Song Xiaoye threw Song Zhenfeng away without hesitation, and left directly.After walking a few steps, Song Zhenfeng shouted behind him: "Police officer, police officer..."

After a pause, Song Xiaoye looked back at Song Zhenfeng in surprise, it was hard to believe that he actually barked.Although the Song family doesn't have much influence in the United States, it would be a shame if they were passed back to Hong Kong.

"Xiaoye..." In a hurry to pull Song Xiaoye back, Song Haohua supported Song Zhenfeng, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I'm sorry, let me go..."

One in each hand, Song Haohua squeezed out of the crowd as if fleeing for his life, and dared not let go until he got out of the airport.

"Hello, Manager Li, I'm Song Haohua. Yes, I'm in New York now. You can send someone to the airport to pick up your luggage right away, and then send it to my apartment..."

Not daring to go back to the airport, Song Haohua dragged the Song father and daughter, called a car and left.

Seeing the taxi leaving the airport, Song Xiaoye was angry and anxious.

This flight will definitely be missed, Scotland...

Taking out her mobile phone, she hastily pulled it out, "Richard, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Zhenfeng, who was sitting next to her and looked at her angrily, grabbed the phone and threw it out the window.

"Dad..." Regardless of the driving of the car, Song Xiaoye opened the door and wanted to jump out.Fortunately, Song Haohua reacted quickly and turned around to grab her.

"Are you crazy?!"

Ignoring him, Song Xiaoye lay on the window, watching her mobile phone being run over by the car that just passed by, and she seemed to be in a daze.

"You, you guys don't know what I missed..." Muttering in a low voice, suddenly feeling sad, Song Xiaoye burst into tears uncontrollably.

Without covering her face, she just sat in the back seat of the taxi, crying loudly.

Staring at her face full of tears, Song Haohua only felt blocked in his heart.On the other hand, Song Zhenfeng, because of Song Xiaoye's sudden loss of control, actually looked better.

Song Xiaoye, who was helpless like a child and only cried loudly, was in line with his memory.

"If I knew this earlier, why bother? What's the use of crying now?"

Song Haohua frowned, looked at Song Zhenfeng, and did not speak.

Although the black driver couldn't understand what they were saying, he turned his head at this moment, "Dude, what are you talking about? She is really your daughter?"

Song Zhenfeng frowned, disdaining to talk to the black driver, but Song Xiaoye seemed to have heard some funny joke, and suddenly laughed.

Raising her head, she was laughing and crying again, which made her beautiful face look a little weird, "Did you hear that? Dad, everyone thinks it's strange. Yes, are you my dad?"

Song Zhenfeng was furious, and slapped him without hesitation.

Song Xiaoye didn't flicker, she touched her red and swollen cheeks, she stared at Song Zhenfeng, tears stopped suddenly.

The corners of her mouth curled up, her smile was a bit weird, "Dad, this is the last time I let you hit me. From now on, any finger you touch me, I will break any of your fingers..."

The voice was soft, but no matter what Song Xiaoye said, it made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Song Zhenfeng was so angry that he raised his hand and wanted to hit someone again, but when he met Song Xiaoye's cold eyes, for some reason, his hand froze.

At that moment, he suddenly had a feeling that if he really slapped him, Song Xiaoye might really snap his fingers.

He shivered cleverly, and as soon as the weird sense of panic faded, Song Zhenfeng became angry from embarrassment.

"I don't have a daughter like you!" He cursed bitterly, but he didn't reach out his hand again. Song Zhenfeng turned his head, as if he didn't bother to say a word to Song Xiaoye.

Song Xiaoye hugged her shoulders, turned her head to the window, and didn't say a word.

Song Haohua turned his body sideways, looking at the father and daughter in the back seat all the time, at this moment he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Song Xiaoye's face.However, before his fingers touched Song Xiaoye, he shrank back.He just silently stared at Song Xiaoye's face.

Although he didn't cry anymore, he always felt that Song Xiaoye's eyes looking out of the window made him feel more distressed than the tears on her face.

Subconsciously covering his heart, although he knew that the faint throbbing pain was just his illusion, but at this moment, he really felt very painful.

Not only sad for Song Xiaoye, but vaguely, he felt as if something really left him, never coming back...

When they arrived at the apartment, Song Xiaoye ignored Song Zhenfeng and went to make a phone call, but before the phone was pulled out, something fell on her.

Song Xiaoye was taken aback, looking at the CD in her arms, although she didn't know what was inside, but Song Zhenfeng's sudden arrival in New York this time obviously had something to do with it.

Glancing at Song Xiaoye, Song Haohua took the CD, opened the notebook on the coffee table, and quickly clicked on a video.

Looking at the familiar picture on the screen, Song Xiaoye's eyes flickered, and she knew why the two uncles and nephews of the Song family came to visit her.

Looking at Song Xiaoye, and then looking at the close-up shot on the screen, the girl's face was still calm when death came, Song Haohua couldn't help sighing.

"This is the CD bought by Yazhi. I heard that in Hong Kong, many young people like to watch this movie..." After a pause, Song Haohua said in a low voice: "Grandpa doesn't know about it yet, and neither does Fifth Uncle." Tell him the old man about you changing schools. Xiaoye, you are going back to Hong Kong with us now, just pretend that this incident never happened, and we will help you cover up the disc in front of grandpa."

Looking at Song Haohua, then staring at Song Zhenfeng, Song Xiaoye suddenly laughed, "Third Brother, you want to help me cover it up? How do you cover it up? Like Big Brother, let the TV station block it? Buy the copyright from the producer?"

Without hiding the mocking look in her eyes, she looked at Song Haohua and smiled lowly, "This is not Hong Kong, but the United States! I really don't know when the Song family will have such a big influence in the United States!"

"Xiaoye," Song Haohua frowned, looked back at Song Zhenfeng who seemed to be suppressing his anger, and said as calmly as possible: "Don't say such angry words now. Since Uncle Wu and I asked you to return to Hong Kong, there is a way to help You. Even, even if grandpa finds out by then, but you have repented, he won't..."

"Repent?" Cutting off his words, Song Xiaoye chuckled: "What did I do wrong? Need to repent? Third brother, grandpa is conservative, you should know that. Being an actor is not so shameful! I have nothing to repent ——If you want to repent, you should find someone else!"

Consciously or unintentionally, he raised his eyes to look at Song Zhenfeng, and the corners of Song Xiaoye's mouth raised into a half-smile.

This glance enraged Song Zhenfeng, "Damn girl! You just don't know what to do, if you're thinking... I care about you!" If Song Haohua hadn't stopped him, Song Zhenfeng would have poked Song Xiaoye's face with his fingers.

"Dad," Song Xiaoye said calmly, "What are you talking about now? In the past six months, if I had to rely on you, I would have starved to death on the street."

Song Zhenfeng's face changed, and he was a little embarrassed, but he immediately yelled loudly: "You still don't rely on us!? If you didn't rely on the pocket money you used to support these days, would you still be able to survive?!" Song Haohua stared , he shouted angrily: "Haohua, you didn't pay this damn girl, did you?"

(End of this chapter)