Since Song Yunde left, the system's largest malicious value has not called the alarm again. The seven or eight thousand yuan has been providing emotional value steadily, and it will pop up every once in a while.

Tang Xia looked at the value and actually got a prize several times. The emotional value provided was so awesome.

System: Dad, that slag won’t come to you again, right?

Tang Xia sneered: "Maybe I'm busy crying and I don't have time to find me. Let's talk about it after a while."

As the father and the other two were talking, a tall and thin figure pushed the door open and came in, holding a large bouquet of orange roses in his arms, which looked like the scorching sun in the sky in the early morning.

When Tang Xia saw who the person was, he stood up in surprise, "Rongrong! Why did you come?"

He quickly walked up to him, seeing the flowers in the other person's arms clearly, and was amused and crying, "Did you give this flower to me, or are you going to give it to other little girls?"

Zhuang Rong curled the corners of his mouth, looked at Tang Xia's smiling eyes, and gave the flowers to Tang Xia, "I gave them to my brother."

Tang Xia laughed and took it and didn't know what to say. He was a big man, Rongrong gave him flowers, which was ridiculous no matter how he looked at it.

Zhuang Rong asked in a low voice: "Do you like it? I picked it with my own hands."

Tang Xia paused and nodded with a smile, "I like it! I like everything you give to me."

Tang Xia was really surprised and shocked when Zhuang Rong was able to walk out of his room and do something in person. He happily touched Zhuang Rong's head. This was a great progress and he had to give encouragement!

Zhuang Rong grabbed Tang Xia's hand, "Brother, don't you think this action..."

Tang Xia asked with a smile: "What?"

Zhuang Rong looked at Tang Xia, who was even shorter than him, and touched his head with his face raised, and the corner of his mouth moved, "It's okay, it's good."

Tang Xia didn't ask any more, and happily put the flowers on the table, "I want to offer the flowers my brother gave me as a treasure."

Zhuang Rong was amused successfully, "It's good if my brother likes it."

After Tang Xia put the flowers in place, he asked, "Do you still remember this yard? I'll take you to the back to see. Although the house is dilapidated, it's still the one from more than ten years ago."

Zhuang Rong's eyebrows and eyes softened, and he took the initiative to stretch out his hand.

Tang Xia was helpless, "You are so old, so let me hold you?"

Zhuang Rong curled his lips and said stubbornly with red ears: "There is a big mouse in that room."

"Hahaha..." Tang Xia smiled and took Zhuang Rong's hand and pulled him in. "I suddenly thought of that time. I hid you in the house. You dare not sleep at night. You said there were big rats. Every night, I would squeeze with you, coax you to sleep, and feed mosquitoes with you. Are you still afraid of mice now?"

Zhuang Rong paused for a moment, and then said firmly: "I'm afraid."

"Hahahahaha I'll cover you, I'm not afraid! My brother is nicknamed Tang Dabang!" Tang Xia patted his chest, very fearless.

Zhuang Rong narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Then I'll sleep with my brother tonight."

"You... stay?"

Zhuang Rong asked carefully: "Is that OK?"

Tang Xia felt distressed by his attitude, as if he was afraid that he would abandon him if he couldn't say anything. Tang Xia said with distress: "Of course, you can sleep with me tonight."

Zhuang Rong held Tang Xia's hand tightly, "Brother, you are so nice. Only you will spoil me, they all lie to me."

Tang Xia touched his head and said softly: "Who asked me to carry you back? It's my blessing to pick up such a big brother for nothing. Who do you spoiled if I don't spoil you?"

Zhuang Rong looked at Tang Xia quietly, and Tang Xia was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Rong suddenly reached out and hugged Tang Xia tightly, put his chin on Tang Xia's shoulder. When Tang Xia couldn't see his expression clearly, he said with satisfaction: "It's great to meet my brother. I thought you forgot me."

"Silly boy." Tang Xia smiled and patted Zhuang Rong on the back, "I haven't forgotten."

Soon, Uncle Zhou brought pajamas and toiletries to Zhuang Rong. Before leaving, he looked at Tang Xia meaningfully, held his hand and said solemnly: "I will give it to you. He has a light sleep at night and didn't sleep much last night. Please pay more attention."

Tang Xia nodded, "Don't worry, he will definitely be able to sleep. If he can't sleep, I will give him two injections. Isn't it okay if I don't sleep at night?"

Uncle Zhou: "...you, be gentle to him."

Tang Xia: "I try my best."

After washing up at night, Zhuang Rong did not sleep as usual and lay on the bed to play games. Recently, his company developed a new game, which is now being tested. He was looking for a correct direction while playing. After Tang Xia took a shower, he saw that he was quite addicted to playing, so he confiscated his phone when he came over, "Close your eyes and sleep well, and don't play anymore."

Zhuang Rong lay down motionlessly, watching Tang Xia blow his hair without saying a word.

Tang Xia looked at him in confusion. Didn’t this child resist? Normally, shouldn’t children of this age be more rebellious and want to ask for their cell phones back?

Tang Xia sat by the bed with her hair drying and asked in confusion: "You have nothing to say?"

Zhuang Rong pondered for a moment, patted Tang Xia's pillow, and said seriously: "Brother's pillow is very comfortable."

Tang Xia was amused and returned the phone to him, "You like your brother to buy you a pair. This pillow may not be found on the market."

Zhuang Rong shook his head, "No, I can sleep by myself."

Tang Xia smiled and said, "Okay, close your eyes quickly and go to bed."

"Brother, I can't sleep."

Tang Xia began to pinch his head, "Close your eyes and relax."

Zhuang Rong closed his eyes obediently. After a while, Tang Xia heard the relaxed breathing and then stood up quietly, moved to the other side and lay down.

Soon, Zhuang Rong stuck on like a large octopus, with long arms and legs, and the whole thing was pressed against him, hugging him tightly.

Tang Xia opened her eyes helplessly, "Are you asleep?"

Zhuang Rong murmured in a low voice, "You can fall asleep in a while, my brother is my sleeping pill."

Tang Xia asked helplessly: "Aren't you hot?"

“Not hot.”

Tang Xia touched him, and was indeed weak and afraid of the cold.

Zhuang Rong rubbed his chin against Tang Xia's ear and said lazily: "If you are hot, you can turn the air conditioner down and I'll cover it with a quilt."

Tang Xia pulled the quilt and covered Zhuang Rong's entire back, "Go to sleep, good night."

System: yell...

Huh huh huh huh...

Huh huh huh huh...

Tang Xia: “…”

System: Dad, can I sleep among you?

Tang Xia told it in his heart: "...No early love, and no gaze at your uncle's appearance!"

After breakfast, Uncle Zhou came to pick Zhuang Rong up to the company. Zhuang Rong went downstairs and asked Tang Xia: "Brother, do you have time tonight? I want to treat you to dinner."

Tang Xia frowned, "You have to go to the company like this?"

"Nothing big, I slept well last night. I was in good spirits today, so I went out for some activities."

System: Promise him and promise him quickly. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Mrs. Song was shocked by this sentence. She had never seen her son talk to her in this tone. A wild breeder? Does her son treat herself like this? She just watched Song Zicheng go out and left without looking back.

After returning, I saw Song Yunde sitting on the sofa in the hall looking at her with red eyes. He didn't cry or make a fuss anymore, but he hadn't slept in the past two days. His eyes were red, his face turned yellow, and his face was haggard. His eyes were fierce and fierce when he stared at Mrs. Song, as if he was about to pounce on him in the next second.

Mrs. Song is not afraid of him now, and she also glars back with fierce eyes, "Don't look at me with this kind of eyes. I'm not afraid of anything now. If you want to divorce me, you must meet the conditions I want. You must give me the money I want! I have been ruined by you all my life, my eldest son is gone, and my younger son is in danger. Let me tell you Song Yunde, I don't care about anything now. At worst, no one can survive!"

Song Yunde said gloomyly: "Don't even think about the company's shares! There's no way! I want to sue you! Divorce you!"

Mrs. Song sneered, "Don't forget that all the industries of the Song family have cooperative relationships with my family. If you dare to sue for divorce, my brother will destroy half of your Song family. The current Song family is not the past two years, and my brother will not give in to you! See who will help you! You will lose more at that time!"

Song Yunde's face was pale. Indeed, in recent years, her family grew bigger and bigger, and her brother's connections became wider. He did not sue for divorce, but just worried that her family would fight back. Some cooperation could continue with a peaceful breakup. She dared to make trouble like this, and she would definitely have the support of her family.

Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Just waste it. I don't feel happy, so don't think about it! Anyway, two big hats are on your head, so I'm no longer afraid of embarrassing. If you feel comfortable, just keep watching us and mother, keep watching! Disgusting!"

The loving couple in the past have been confronted by tits, and no one has ever asked for a bargain. Mrs. Song returned to her room with red eyes. At this time, his brother sent her a message: Wang Shun got married seven years ago. After knowing that Ziye was his son, he agreed to donate liver to Ziye, but you can't contact him again in the future, and he does not want to affect his family.

Mrs. Song collapsed directly, covered her face and cried, "Why didn't he wait for me? Why?!"

"He is fifty years old this year. After you met that year, he got married when he went back and had children. Now his family is very happy. What reason do you have to drag the other person to never marry him for the rest of his life?"

"I don't care. He said he would wait for me! He said he would not marry someone else! He promised me!"

The opposite sighed, "Calm down."

Song Yunde was walking by the corridor at this time. He stopped after hearing Mrs. Song's words, and his whole body was trembling with anger. He gritted his teeth and asked a sentence buried in his heart, "Have you ever loved me?"

Mrs. Song sneered, "No, there wasn't it from beginning to end! Only the silly woman named Tang would love you a scum! I believe you are a poor man! She is still married to you! She is stupid! So she was abandoned by you and died so early! How could I love you? How could I be willing to give birth to you? You dream! If my dad hadn't forced me, I would never marry you!"

As he spoke, Mrs. Song laughed, smashed things in despair, venting her dissatisfaction: "I have been ruined by you in my life! He doesn't want me anymore! He married someone else!"

Song Yunde covered his heart and staggered to the study with heavy steps. After closing the door, he could no longer support him and bent his back and folded his waist.

He covered his face and took a long time to breathe evenly. He felt his heart was blunt and painful, as if someone was holding a dull knife and rubbing his heart back and forth. The scene of the family having fun before was an illusion. His wife had no feelings for him, and his two sons were not his. Until now, the family was empty, with no laughter and only hatred!

Now he has become a lonely man!

He finally thought of the woman who treated him as a poor student from a poor family more than 20 years ago and wanted to marry him. The woman who didn't care how much money he had and just wanted to live with him. She didn't care about living in a small house of 20 square meters with him, but the woman's bright eyes were ruined by him.

They did have a child, a child who survived by chance, but the child looked at him... Song Yunde put his head on the table, trembling all over. How many wrong things did he do?

After a long time, Song Yunde suddenly raised his head, yes! Tang Xia! He also has a son, Tang Xia is his biological flesh and blood! This poisonous woman in the family wants to share his money and raise that wild breeder! He can't let her get it, at least, Tang Xia is still his own!

When Song Yunde thought of this, his face turned cold. He picked up the paper and pen and wrote a will. If something happened to him, he would give all his inheritance to Tang Xia after his death.

After writing, he quietly called the lawyer and asked the lawyer to take the suicide note away as soon as possible. The family was unsafe. Song Yunde did not expect that when he called, Mrs. Song stood at the door and eavesdropped. After living together for so many years, Mrs. Song knew exactly who Song Yunde was.

Mrs. Song pushed open the door with a gloomy face and happened to see Song Yunde hiding a will. Mrs. Song picked up the vase on the table with a fierce look and smashed it to Song Yunde's head.

"It's all mine! Mine! If you dare to give it to others, I will kill you!!" Mrs. Song's eyes were red. Song Yunde was not prepared and was hit on the back of his head by the vase. He was knocked faint on the spot. The back of his head was covered in blood, and he fell straight to the ground.

When he fell down, Mrs. Song calmed down a little, her face turned pale. She walked over and touched Song Yunde's breath carefully, and she was still angry and not dead.

She gasped and tried to control her emotions. The first thing she did was to destroy the suicide note that Song Yunde wanted to hide. When she opened it, she found that the name was written on Tang Xia, not her son.

Mrs. Song's face looked a little ugly again, and she looked at Song Yunde coldly. At this moment, she was so brave that she suddenly had an idea in her heart: As long as Song Yunde dies, the first heir will be her and her son.

This thought became stronger and stronger. Looking at Song Yunde who was lying on the ground without any ability to resist, Mrs. Song thought about the grievances she had suffered for so many years and put all the hatred on Song Yunde. If Song Yunde woke up, he would write another suicide note, and she and her son would get nothing.
Chapter completed!