Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub Chapter 217

  Chapter 217 Afraid of what people say

   "Song Chunsheng, let go!"

  Song Yueliang changed her face and shouted sharply, and suddenly remembered that the woman's hand had been interrupted.

  The so-called interruption, she only heard that the woman refused to see her in prison in those years, and she didn't know the specific situation at all.

  Looking at it now, I'm afraid it was much more serious than she imagined.

  A few clips flashed through my mind. When drinking tea, the woman holds the cup with her left hand, when eating, she uses her left hand to use chopsticks, and when she lifts things, she also uses her left hand.

  Because she didn't meet many times and the woman behaved too naturally, she didn't even notice that the woman's right hand was almost always in an auxiliary position.

Even after being yelled at twice, Song Chunsheng also noticed that Li Qiang was strange, and hurriedly relaxed his strength, not even caring about being called by his first name, "Ah Qiang, how are you? Does it hurt? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were hurt. It's the right hand..."

  He really didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't be holding her so hard in a hurry.

   "Now you know, let go!" On the man's calf, the little baby was still bumping and beating, trying to push the man away.

  Finding that it didn't work at all, Qiqi raised her eyebrows and bit the man's leg hard, "Why do you bully my grandma, you scratched her twice!"

   Biting the man's leg, the baby still didn't forget to complain, her voice sounded vague.

   "Hiss! Let go!" Song Chun felt the pain, bent his legs and wanted to shake off the baby hanging on his lap.

   "Qiqi!" Li Qiang and Song Yueliang both screamed and rushed over.

  The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

   "What are you doing?" A man's deep and thick voice sounded nearby.

   Before Song Chunsheng came back to his senses, he was poured down by a jet of water, which made his heart feel cold.

When he stared at the scene in front of him clearly, Song Yueliang, Li Qiang and Xiaowa'er had already retreated away, not a single drop of water got on him, only him was soaked, and the expensive suit kept dripping down Water, extremely embarrassed.

   Opposite him was Tang Zheng, wearing a dusty gardener's suit, wearing water boots, and holding a hose in his hand.

   "Are you pouring on me?!" Song Chunsheng gritted his teeth, stared at Tang Zheng, and paused every word.

  Tang Zheng put the water pipe back under the Ling Xiaohua wall, and said lightly, "The water pipe is leaking."

  If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, even Song Yueliang wouldn't believe that Tang Zhu, who had always been quiet and calm, would make such an excuse to prevaricate a fool.

  After putting the water pipes in place, the tall man turned around, took off the white gloves he used for work, and said, "It's cold, Mr. Song should go back and take a shower and change clothes, so as not to catch a cold, and calm down by the way."

   Seven or three people entered the iron gate with twigs under the signal of the man. When there was a roar behind them, they had already entered the villa, and the iron gate was closed.

  Qi Qi rubbed her sore chin, first looked at Li Qiang, "Grandma, do your hands still hurt?"

  Li Qiang paused, pulled down the sleeve of her right hand, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

  Xiao Waer seemed to believe her words deeply, and did not continue to ask, but her little mouth did not calm down, "Uncle Tang, is the water pipe really leaking?"

  The man walked beside them, "Yeah."

   "No, I clearly saw that after Uncle Tang pulled us away, the water from the water pipe sprayed out, and it was still spraying on Grandpa Song!"

   "..." The adults were all silent.

  Looking at her daughter who was full of curiosity and doubts, Song Yueliang felt absurdly worried.

  My daughter used to be a blank piece of paper with a pure and innocent temperament, but these adults are paintbrushes with different colors.

  Under the influence of her ears and eyes, what will her daughter become in the future?

  Backing to the Dongyuan teahouse, Song Yueliang temporarily dismissed her daughter, and when facing Li Qiang alone, she pulled away her right sleeve without saying a word.

   "What are you doing?!" Li Qiang was startled, and immediately wanted to withdraw her hand.

   Unfortunately, it was a step late, Song Yueliang saw it.

  There are several overlapping long and narrow scars on the woman's white and thin wrist.

   "What is this?" Song Yueliang raised her eyes, and her thin eyes were cold.

  Li Qiang pulled down her sleeve and covered her wrist again, "Didn't you see the scar?"

   "Did someone else cut it or did you cut it yourself?"

"It was cut by someone else, and the tendon in my hand was broken." Li Qiang lowered her eyes, took out the silver charcoal from the iron box under the coffee table and threw it into the red clay stove. The hand was injured, the temuscle was sprained, and it did not become disabled, but it was not able to lift heavy things."

  Song Yueliang sat down opposite her, her eyes fell on her right hand holding the tweezers, "You didn't tell me a word."

   "I don't need your sympathy. I told Mr. Tang not to say anything. You see now that I have the ability to support myself. I don't need you to worry about life, old age, death or burial. Just take care of yourself."

   "You don't want to have anything to do with me so much? If you really hated me so much, why did you give birth to me?" Song Yueliang pursed her lips, and finally asked coldly.

  She still can't figure out why a woman treats her like this.

  It has been like this since she was a child, and she is extremely indifferent to her.

  Li Qiang's eyelashes trembled, she stabilized her trembling hands, and said in a colder tone, "Back then, Song Yueliang, you were young and ignorant, just pretend you weren't my mother."

  Song Yueliang didn't speak any more, got up and left the tea room without looking back.

  She was afraid that if she continued to stay there, she would have a big fight with the woman.

  The depression and haze in her heart made her a little breathless.

   Outside the low window lattice of the tea room, Qi Qi, who was squatting there tidying up the canna bushes, accidentally heard the conversation inside clearly.

  She turned her head and looked at Uncle Tang who was pulling a piece of canna by her, with sadness and confusion in her eyes, "Uncle Tang, why did grandma say those things to mother?"

  Mom must be very sad.

  She wanted to catch up and hug her mother, but Qiqi knew she couldn't go.

  Mom sure doesn't want me to see her sad.

  She also wants to stay, complete the tasks her father entrusted to her, and help her mother and grandma reconcile.

  This task is very important.

  Dad said that when she is done well, mother will be really happy, and so is grandma.

  Tang Zheng was reticent, and he led the slumped little baby away from the window of the tea room.

   After walking a little further, he said, "She doesn't want to drag your mother down."

  Received the answer, Qiqi raised her head immediately, but her doubts became more intense, "How could it be a drag?"

   "Maybe she feels that if she stays far away or breaks off the relationship, your mother will be ridiculed less."

   "Why? Don't grandma know that a baby is more pitiful without a mother?"

   "She is afraid of what people say."

  In men's words, "she" is always used instead of address.

  Qiqi's mind is full of dragging, ridiculing, and scary words, and she just feels that her little brain is about to turn into a paste.

   "Uncle Tang, I don't think it's right for grandma to think that way." But what's wrong, Qiqi can't tell.

  The man hummed and didn't say anything more.

   During this period of time, there will be daily double updates, and there will be explosive changes at the end of the month. Big Chengzi will save the manuscript.

  (end of this chapter)

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