My Invincible Twin Babies

The bedroom door wasn't closed, but it was empty. Huo Tianhao gently pushed the door open. Song Weiyu was sitting in front of the window with his knees in his arms. He didn't even notice when he walked behind.

"What are you thinking?"

Song Weiyu was startled by his sudden voice. He looked up in panic and found that Huo Tianhao relaxed. She put her chin on her knee and replied in a stuffy voice: "nothing. Why are you here?"

"Come and be an errand runner," Huo Tianhao sat down beside her. "Yang Yang built a castle and had to look for the stars."

Song Weiyu smiled at the bottom of his eyes, "their feelings are very good."

"Yes."

Huo Tianhao looked at Song Weiyu's side face. The corners of her eyes were a little red. It seemed that she was afraid of being found by him. She didn't turn around to look at him, but stubbornly looked out of the window.

They sat in silence for a long time. Huo Tianhao said, "what's the matter with master song?"

Song Weiyu took a breath and was silent for a moment. When he raised his eyes again, his face had been hidden as usual.

Huo Tianhao is also looking at her, with deep and deep eyes.

"How did you know?" Song Weiyu asked, then smiled again, and his eyes fell out of the window again, "I forgot that you are president Huo."

"I didn't investigate you." Huo Tianhao moved his fingers and restrained his impulse to embrace song Weiyu. "The star told me that she said you were very sad because of Grandpa."

Song Weiyu was surprised and smiled bitterly. She was really abnormal today. No wonder the stars were worried.

"He..." a sentence was chewed over and over in his mouth, and song Weiyu answered for a long time: "Song Weiping wanted him to come to me to plead, but he didn't promise. Song Weiping abused him to threaten him."

"The man who came to me today is a servant who has been around him for a long time. Come and beg me to save him." Song Weiyu pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a dry smile.

Huo Tianhao recognized that her voice was wrong and lowered his head.

The little face in front of him was only as big as a palm. It looked whiter and colorless in the dim yellow light. Her eyes are full of complex emotions and tears, but she stubbornly turns around in her eyes and refuses to fall, just like her character.

Stubborn, stubborn.

Even if she is sad, she hides her weakness and suffering from anyone.

Huo Tianhao was quiet for a moment, pinched her earlobe, with a soothing meaning: "you can cry."

Song Weiyu was stunned, turned his head and said in a nasal voice, "I won't cry."

"Well, but you can cry."

She put her chin back on her knee. This defensive action seemed to make her feel very safe.

"Do you want to help him?" Huo Tianhao looked at her for a while, and then asked in a low voice.

Song Weiyu thought for a long time before answering, "I don't know."

She looked at Huo Tianhao and was confused. She said, "I can't forgive him. If he could stop song Weiping at that time, if he wasn't so eccentric and let song Weiping take all my parents' things, maybe I can..."

The window was not closed, and the wind outside poured in with a slight cold, blowing song Weiyu's hair. The dark hair was blown by the wind, masking some of the emotion on her face.

"But he is the only family member who is good to me." Song Weiyu's voice is very light. It seems to be scattered by the wind as soon as he exports, clear and faint.

"When I was a child, my favorite thing was to stay in his study. I wouldn't be tired of staying all day. He would tell me how he founded song at that time, tell me the story of him and his grandmother, and talk about the absurd things he did when he was young..."

Song Weiyu murmured.

"I don't know what I should do. I don't want to forgive him, but I don't want him to suffer in Song Weiping."

A warm palm was gently placed on Song Weiyu's shoulder. She turned her head. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, hit her clothes and burst into a water colored flower. The tear seemed to turn on the switch, and one after another tears fell. Song Weiyu reached out to wipe it, but it couldn't be wiped clean.

Huo Tianhao frowned and moved the palm on her shoulder to her thin back, pulling the crying woman into his arms. Song Weiyu wanted to get away, but Huo Tianhao pressed him on his chest, "don't cry."

His voice was low and deep, with helpless heartache.

Song Weiyu finally choked and nestled in his chest. Tears soon soaked a corner of his clothes. The voice of the exit was broken: "Why are you so fierce."

"I am fierce." Huo Tianhao converged his sharp edge and sharpness in front of song Weiyu, pretending to be a gentle and considerate image, but the domineering and strong in his bones can't be changed. As soon as song Weiyu cried, he didn't want to pretend to be mature and gentle, just want her to stop crying.

Song Weiyu cried for a while and cried out all the depression in his heart.

She cried happily, but Huo Tianhao who held her was distressed.

Huo Tianhao frowns, but the fingers that wipe away song Weiyu's tears are very soft.

Song Weiyu shook his mind. He was so familiar with wiping his tears. She looked up and asked Huo Tianhao, "last time... Did you wipe my tears?"

Huo Tianhao said, "why do you cry so much!"

But the hidden words are distressed.

"If you don't want to forgive him, you won't forgive him. What else can he do with you? Find a time to pick someone up and let him live in a nursing home. You don't need to care about him."

Song Weiyu looked at him, "is it so simple?"

"If you don't forgive him and don't conflict with taking him out, just take him out and find him a better nursing home." Huo Tianhao took her in his arms. Seeing that she finally stopped crying, he was relieved, "you don't have to care about him, you don't have to see him, you don't have to suppress yourself, and you have to choose to forgive."

"If he did something wrong, he should bear the consequences. It was your choice not to forgive. No one else can force you."

Song Weiyu seldom heard Huo Tianhao say such a long paragraph. After he finished speaking, he puffed a smile, "this practice is really your style."

But she likes it.

Huo Tianhao raised his eyebrows.

"Just do as you say." Song Weiyu breathed a sigh of relief. The burden in his heart suddenly lightened a lot. The corners of his mouth sank, revealing a sweet smile, "I'll find a nursing home and pick someone up."

Just now Song Weiyu was in a mood. He didn't think how close they were. Now after calming down, he found that she was tightly stuck in Huo Tianhao's arms. His palm was wrapped around his waist, and the heat quickly transferred from the close skin to his whole body.

"Teng" for a moment, song Weiyu blushed.

She used her hands and feet to break away from Huo Tianhao's imprisonment, and the other party also followed suit and let her go.

Song Weiyu didn't stop until he moved to the edge of the bay window. His eyes were wandering and didn't dare to look at him.