Four older brothers scrambled to spoil me after my love affair went viral

Chapter 190 They Humblely Thinking of Changing to a New Place

As long as Si Chenli took care of San Qiao in the ward, Mrs. Sang sat in the corridor for so long.

It wasn't until the nurse came to her that she pretended to be crazy and followed them. She was afraid that others would know her regrets and laugh at what she did in the first place.

Knowing Sancho's temperament better, now I'm afraid it's too late to do anything.

Compared with not being forgiven, Mrs. Sang is more afraid to face the current situation. She is afraid of being ridiculed by Sancho, afraid of being coldly looked at, and she is not pitiful. Like Mu Mu, he doesn't know how to be considerate of her.

She doesn't know what to do now...
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Sancho was discharged from the hospital the next day, and Si Chenli sent her back to the villa directly.

When she got out of the car, she saw a slender figure standing by the door of the villa. Sang Xiyang was wearing thin clothes and his fingers were red from cold. He just waited quietly, not intending to speak to the bodyguard, as if waiting It doesn't matter how long.

When he saw Sancho, his eyes lit up obviously, and he walked towards her in a few steps.

"I know you won't go home during the Chinese New Year this year. This is the New Year's money for you. I wish you a happy New Year in advance. I have also heard about the illegitimate meal. Don't worry, he has already received the punishment he deserved."

"No, I'll go home." Sancho glanced at the thick red envelope and didn't accept it.

"Okay, you can spend time with grandpa when you go home. If you accept this red envelope, I won't go back and get in your way."

Sang Siyang opened a smile, and handed the red envelope to her eyes, looking at her who was dressed in thick and petite clothes, although the red envelope came a bit late, it was his compensation for so many years.

He always remembered the look in her eyes that envied Sang Jiao for receiving her mother's red envelope.

At that time, he promised her in his heart that he would give her red envelopes every year, even if he had no money, he would make money, but in the next few years, he broke his promise.

But he had always been prepared, but he didn't give it to her.

"There's no need to do these meaningless things." Sancho frowned slightly, exhausted of patience.

Sang Siyang's hand holding the red envelope was shaking with cold, he still had that bright smile on his face, he would never let anyone who hurt Qiao Qiao go.

He also tried to make up for what he owed her, even if she didn't want it.

"Then hand it over to grandpa for me. You said you don't hate me. It shouldn't be difficult to hand over something. I have something to do. I have to leave now and I can't go back to the old house."

"Yeah." Sancho just picked it up, turned around and walked into the villa.

"Qiao Qiao, Happy New Year!" Sang Siyang looked at her back, his eyes turned red, he didn't know how long he had been looking outside the villa, until it was time for his air ticket, he turned and left.

The closer to the day of the Chinese New Year, the snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Sang's old house
It was a rare and lively day, except for Sang Nanfeng and Sang Siyang, everyone was there, even the sick Mrs. Sang sat on the sofa with a dejected expression.

In previous years, Sancho spent the New Year with Meng Jiahe, but this year she will go back to accompany Mr. Sang.

But he couldn't bear to leave Meng Jiahe alone, so he simply asked her if she wanted to go with her.

Thinking of the lesson learned by Fu Xing and Su Nuanxing, she felt worried, "You and Sang Qingran..."

"Don't worry, although I like him a little bit, I will never hurt myself. Sancho, would you mind if I were with him?"

Meng Jiahe mustered up the courage to ask this question. There are a few people in her life who can make people desperate. She wants to try, even if she fails, she will not regret it.

Now that the misunderstanding between Sang Qingran and San Qiao has been resolved, Sang Qingran should have no prejudice against her.

"I don't mind, who you are with is your freedom, and I will not restrict you." Sancho said lightly, and she would not interfere too much among friends.

Unless the other party wants to hurt her friend, she will persuade.

Similarly, her relationship with the other party is not something that friends can interfere with.

"Well, I won't make things difficult for you." Meng Jiahe smiled.

"Come on, come back to the old house with me, we will sleep in the same room." Sancho whispered.

Meng Jiahe couldn't help laughing even louder when he heard the sentence, "Okay, okay."

When the two returned to the old house, the living room was already full of people, and the empty old house gained some popularity.

Mr. Sang smiled all over his face, "Jiahe is here too, sit down quickly."

"Happy New Year, Grandpa Sang!"

"Let's have fun together."

"Sang Siyang gave it to you." Sancho took out the thick red envelope from his bag and put it on the table.

The few people sitting around who were originally playing their own games secretly glanced at the red envelope unconsciously.

They all have a common idea in their hearts, Sang Siyang is kind enough to use this method to meet Qiao Qiao and deal with Qiao Qiao.

Old man Sang glanced at such a thick red envelope, and he could guess what was going on right away. He was afraid that it wasn't for an old man like him.

"Take it, I don't need money."

"No." Sancho sat beside the old man and didn't look at the red envelope again.

Sang Zheng watched this scene with a smile, and wanted to reach out for the red envelope, "If you don't want it, just give it to me, Siyang, that brat, hasn't honored me yet."

"Put it down." Old Man Sang yelled, watching this unworthy son hate iron for steel.

Sang Zheng reluctantly let go, he has no status in the company now, and he only pays a small dividend every year, and doesn't care about him at all.

He had no choice but to please Sancho, "Jojo, you've been losing your temper for so long, and it's another year of Chinese New Year, when are you planning to go home?"

"I said, I will never go back to that home again." Sancho looked cold.

On this occasion, Sang Zheng brought up such a topic, which undoubtedly made the scene embarrassing.

Mrs. San also listened to their conversation and recalled something, and her face was a little stiff. At the beginning, she was extremely afraid that Sancho would come back, and even said such ugly words, so Sancho said that she would never go home.

Mrs. Sang's fingertips were white as she hugged her knee and trouser leg, her voice was soft and small, "Don't take the past words to heart, it will always be your home, your safe haven."

"Yes, yes, your mother has realized her mistake, and our family hopes that you can come back."

Sang Zheng echoed it very quickly, he really couldn't bear the days when he had no rights at all, he wanted to be a management team, and wanted to make money!

Sang Shen's throat suddenly became very dry, and his eyes became red, and he didn't even dare to persuade him.

Because she is too aware of Sancho's cruelty, she will not go back to that home, where all her unbearable and painful memories are.

"Why don't we change our home? Didn't Jojo like the North Street side before? How about we find a villa near there and repaint it?"

"Yes, the location over there is beautiful, and it's close to the seaside, so it's suitable for viewing the scenery."

Mrs. Sang also heard what Sang Shen meant, and asked their family to start over in another place, and asked Sancho to give them a chance to make up.

(End of this chapter)