Chapter 555

To be honest, anshasha is a little regretful.

But she didn't want to be soft in front of Mr. Song and glared at him: "I regret it. It's my own business! It's none of your business! "

It's none of your business

Four words, stabbing Mr. Song heart pain.

He took the handkerchief to try the corner of his eyes and stood up: "in that case, I have nothing to say with you. This check is easy to hold. Don't try to tear it up or return it. It's yours. It's not available now, maybe it will be useful in the future. Backbone is very important, but life is more important. "

Mr. Song owes his body and recovers to a gentleman who met for the first time. An Xiaxia on the sickbed originally wanted to tear the check, but when he heard his words, he pulled his hand back.

Intuition told her that although Mr. Song was a bit wonderful, in some ways, he seemed to be really good for her.

Strange Can he be such a business tycoon?

Is it because of her smart, beautiful and witty charm that she has no words for herself as soon as the idea comes out.

Think too much

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outside the hospital, a long Lincoln stopped at the side of the road, behind which was a line of luxury car guards.

Mr. Song helped song Qingchen to get on the car. Song Qingchen was still mad. Mr. Song touched her cheek lovingly, and then motioned the driver in the front row to lower the sound insulation board.

"Late." Mr. song called her original name, "I've booked you a ticket to country M."

Song Qingchen, that is to say, the real song qinglate, was stunned for a while in his eyes, then he continued to babble and sing, pretending that he could not understand.

Mr. Song's voice is gentle and elegant: "I know you are pretending to be crazy. Sometimes my father is confused, but he is not stupid. I don't know what you and Fanxing's child have planned. I hope you can stop at this point. "

In the late Song Dynasty, his lips turned white and trembled.

"The name of Qingchen doesn't belong to you. I owe it to you. It's unfair for you to use the name of Qingchen to come back. It's even more unfair for Qingchen." Mr. Song said slowly, "you go, don't come back."

This daughter has done so many wrong things that Sheng's kid will never let her go.

But After all, it's his daughter. He can't let it go.

Song Qingwan shed tears one by one: "Daddy Do you really know what real fairness is? "

He does treat her as a daughter. If he does something wrong, he will protect her and give her a lot of money. But in the end, she is just an illegitimate girl. She can't live in the sun all her life.

"You said I used the identity of Qingchen But isn't she dead? In your heart, I have not a dead person important? "Song Qingchen no longer pretends to be crazy and foolish, he exclaimed unwillingly, and suddenly something came to his mind," isn't Qingchen dead...? "

Mr. Song is calm and calm. He sits with no expression on his face. So far, he hasn't talked about song again.

Song Qingwan clenched his fist. Song Qingchen, don't let me know you're still alive!

On the same day, Song Qing was sent away overnight. Mr. Song was seriously ill. He closed his door to recuperate and refused to see anyone.

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hospital garden.

What do you want to hear

Su Xiaomo's legs trembled: "all of them!"

The boy with warm temperament sipped his lips and asked a question: "if you know all about me, will you still like me?"