Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

"You shameless little bitch, I tell you, I won't move out of here even if I die. This is my son's villa. My son deserves to be a cow and horse for so many years."

Old lady song clings to the leg of the tea table and can't move out of here anyway. This is her home.

Song Jingye frowned and looked coldly at the girl who had called him his father for 20 years.

That year, on a business trip abroad, he learned that song Ruoshui was premature and immediately bought the nearest flight back to the capital.

In the VIP ward of the hospital, he saw a lovely baby girl with big eyes. He ran excitedly to pick up the child. If it weren't for the prevention of sister-in-law Yue, he would like to get together and kiss. This is his son song Jingye

When a child learns to call people, the first one to call is his father. He is so happy that he holds her on his shoulder.

Li, this word was also discussed with song Ruoshui, which means hope and beauty.

In the first two years, the three of them had a good life. Even if they met Liang Rong again, even if he had a relationship with Liang Rong, when did he become pretending to cater and live with song Ruoshui with a mask every day? Was it from the moment he learned that Liang Rong was pregnant?

He forgot, all of them.

Song Jingye's mind was blank. He suddenly missed the past. At that time, he was really happy and happy. At that time, he felt that he would remember it all his life.

If, if he didn't listen to his mother and wasn't seduced by Liang Rong, the three of them would have a good life. What if they weren't born? No one knows her identity except song Zhong.

Song Jingye suddenly grabbed his hair and made great efforts. He squatted down slowly, as if in pain.

"Son, son, what's the matter with you?"

Old lady song turned pale with fear and climbed over with her hands and feet.

This is her son, the only thing she can rely on in her life, and she has to rely on him to support her old age.

Ali looked at them cynically, and his beautiful apricot eyes narrowed coldly without saying a word.

Seeing the pain on her son's face, Mrs. song turned her head and glared at Song Li fiercely, "you vicious little bitch, have you forgotten? When you were sick as a child, who stayed with you all night, who gave you medicine, and who coaxed you to sleep..."

"Little bitch, you've forgotten everything! You don't remember anything. You even forget that you used to call him Dad. You forget that you sat on his shoulder before. You even forget that you said that your favorite is Dad."

Old lady song held her son tightly and looked at Ali with an undisguised resentment.

Ali's heart clicked, his eyes flashed a dark light, and his fingers hanging on both sides of his thighs curled up.

What she said is right. In the past few years, she has always called song Jingye's father, always so! She even remembers that when she was very young, song Jingye held her on her shoulder and took her to the wildlife park. Only because she was five years old, she argued that she couldn't see

There are many more. When she was a child, she liked sugar. Mommy wouldn't let her eat it because she was afraid of tooth decay. Song Jingye would secretly give her one or two pieces to satisfy her greed. At that time, she would hold his neck and take several bites on his face.

As the old woman said, song Jingye had the patience to feed her medicine and coax her to sleep when she was ill, and almost obeyed her daughter.

At that time, she felt that she was the happiest child in the world, with her grandfather, mommy and father.

But later, grandpa died and Mommy died in a car accident. The woman named Liang Rong occupied her home. She later learned that song Chuwei, who was two years younger than her, was the biological daughter of song Jingye and Liang Rong.

In other words, when she was one year old, song Jingye was with Liang Rong. They were together with their mommy on their back. Song Jingye cheated in her marriage

At that moment, her father was no longer tall and respected by her. He was a bad man who betrayed Mommy.

"That's his guilty conscience! He betrayed my mommy and our family. He felt guilty, but these guilt was very short. He ruthlessly killed my grandfather and joined hands with Liang Rong's sister and brother to kill my mommy."

Speaking of this, Ali's eyes were already red. She bit the corner of her lips for fear that she would cry.

"It's all because of him. If I insist that my grandfather did something wrong, I'm too kind to him and trust him too much. I gave him a chance to start."

"Song Jingye, I said, you will be punished! You will."

Speaking of the end, Ali felt a little exhausted. She clenched her fingers hard. Her round nails were almost embedded in the tender meat in the palm. It should be very painful, but she couldn't feel it at all.

Tears swirled in her eyes, and she forced her back. She stared coldly at the pale face.

When Mrs. song heard the word "retribution", she immediately sent out a harsh scream, "little bitch! You are so cruel that animals know how to feed back, not to mention you are still alone!"

"Then you can be my beast!"

Ali raised her lips and her eyes were cold and cynical. She raised her hand and looked at her wristwatch. "It's still two minutes away!"

"You!"

Old Mrs. song's face was livid with anger.

Song Jingye, with a pale face, struggled to stand up with the help of his mother. He raised his eyes and looked at the girl a few meters away. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

Once, he also had a pure heart. He often introspected, didn't forget his original heart, didn't forget his original heart

"Mom, go and tidy up. Let's go!"

"Go? Son, do you really want to go? This, this villa... No! I will never move away from here. This villa belongs to you and you are my son. That means this villa belongs to me."

"You won't go, will you? Well, I'll go, I'll go alone, and you'll stay here!"

With that, song Jingye reached out and pushed away his obedient mother. He strode outside without any nostalgia, and even couldn't wait to leave.

Seeing that her son really wanted to leave, Mrs. song immediately couldn't sit still. She hurriedly ran to pack up her things.

A few minutes later, Mrs. song, in her sixties, appeared with two big suitcases.

Ali didn't embarrass her and let her leave with her suitcase.

For a moment, the huge living room was so quiet that I couldn't hear a trace of noise. I could smell the needle dropping.

Ali curled up on the sofa with her legs in her hands and her chin on her knees. Her short hair was long and her bangs were almost covering her eyes. She decided to cut it at night.