The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 684 The First Time Between Father and Daughter

In the middle of the red flower sea in the courtyard, a man in Tsing Yi sat in a wheelchair and looked at her quietly. The mottled white temples did not detract from the man's handsome aura. His cold eyebrows and eyes still amazed the time at first glance.

Song Ye could understand why Ye Meirou was willing to stay by Shao Yichen's side for more than ten years without a name or distinction.

Such a man does have the capital to make people crazy.

The enchanting Bana flowers are in full bloom, and this is the first time Song Ye saw a man taking a photo with the sea of ​​flowers. The overly strong color is not suitable for the elegant him, and being in it only brings out his loneliness and depression .

"Before I leave, I want to ask you to write a few words." Shao Yichen said, he didn't hold back, and he didn't ask why he left. He knew that Song Ye's decision would not be changed. If Song Ye had meant to reveal it at the beginning , will not wait until today.

"En." Song Ye responded lightly, stepped forward and stood behind Shao Yichen, and offered to help him push up the wheelchair. There were gaps in the bluestone and brick floor, and it was very inconvenient for the wheelchair to turn.

Xu did not expect Song Ye to do this, Shao Yichen's face was startled, and there was a hint of flattery in his eyes.

Gurg grunt, the wheelchair was crushed against the bluestone slab, making a slight sound, Shao Yichen looked at the Bianhua flowers that were as red as blood on both sides, and he could not count the number of times he passed through them.

Only this time, without the usual sadness and loneliness, just because he knew there was still a footstep walking behind him, the scenery of being alone on the road ahead seemed not so difficult.

On this day, Song Ye did a lot for him, for the first time he helped him push the wheelchair, for the first time he helped him sit in front of the desk, for the first time he helped him grind, and for the first time he cooked tea for him.

All these trivial things in daily life became the first time between the father and daughter. Presumably it made Shao Yichen happy but also made him feel sad and regretful.

"What do you want to write?" After a cup of tea, Song Ye stood behind the desk, spread out the rice paper on the desk, and looked up at Shao Yichen.

The latter was slightly taken aback, but he really didn't think about what to ask her to write, so he said, "Just write what you learned in school."

Speaking of which, he knew that Song Ye had good grades, and he was also the provincial champion in the high school entrance examination. Although he was often absent from school, he was always among the best.

It's just one thing to hear about it, but another to see it with your own eyes.

Over the years, he has many wishes that have not been fulfilled, one of which is to look at his daughter's homework, like an ordinary father.

Song Ye also failed to appreciate his sadness. She dipped in ink and picked up a brush. Her self-contained arrogant style made her handwriting flow like clouds and water.

Shao Yichen looked at her bright wrist as it turned, it was so white and slender, it was as gentle as a high-quality jade, and it was soft and boneless in its grip.

But it is also such a pair of hands that can brutally crush people to pieces on the field without even blinking an eye.

"Why did you kill her?" Involuntarily, Shao Yichen uttered the question in his heart unconsciously.

Song Ye paused, the rice paper was stained with some ink, and it was almost the last stroke. She had no intention of rewriting, so she tore the paper aside and said, "Damn her."

Under the elegant picture, the girl spat out bloody words in a cold voice.

Shao Yichen's voice was blocked in his throat, and he choked uncomfortably. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't speak.

Song Ye was like a roundworm in his stomach, and continued to say calmly: "I grew up in that environment."

Or maybe, there is also a genetic relationship at work, but it is true that before rebirth, the 15-year-old Song Ye was really kind-hearted, and he was reluctant to trample an ant to death.

The environment forced her to grow up, plunder, and become cruel. At first, it was for survival, but later, this cruelty became instinct.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault..." The truth pierced the man's heart hard, Shao Yicheng murmured almost absent-mindedly, his expression filled with the pain of memories.When Song Ye was just born, he was still so small, wrapped in swaddling clothes and smiling at him, but such a cute and helpless child was taken away and thrown into the river in the ice and snow.

Her life was destined to be full of misfortune since she became their child.

Song Ye didn't intend to blame anyone when she said this, so she didn't respond to Shao Yichen's confession, she just went to him and squatted down, tucked the blanket on his knees for him, and said softly, "Okay recuperate."

From how much you take care of yourself to how well you recuperate from your illness, both of you can clearly feel the distance that has been shortened.

Shao Yichen suddenly wanted to grab Song Ye's hand, but the latter had already gently withdrawn, got up, and left.

"I go first."

The last thing left to him is to say goodbye.

He turned his back to the door and did not watch her leave. He pressed his hands on the blanket that the girl had just touched. His straight spine seemed to be falling down in an instant, and he slumped down and buried his face deeply into the quilt.

After coming out of the house, Song Ye went to see Zhou Qingqing. At that time, her face was wrapped in circles of gauze, and she was sitting on the head of the bed, looking in good spirits.

Seeing Song Ye's figure stepping forward, she grinned happily and wanted to laugh, but in an instant, she pulled the wound and gasped again and again, crying out.

"What did Doctor Pang say?" Song Ye moved to the chair next to her and sat down. Seeing that she was wrapped up like a mummy and still not forgetting to play tricks, her heavy heart relaxed a little.

"Hey, Dr. Pang's medical skills are superb, but it's a pity that Hua Tuo is not alive. He can't cure me overnight. I can't move my face for at least three months. When I feel better, I will suffer from facial paralysis like you. This is difficult to cure." Zhou Qingqing can laugh as long as he is breathing, his character is as tough as a rough man, it is said that after waking up after disfigurement, he has never cried, which is also strange.

"The scars on your face, I will help you remove them when the time comes." Song Ye's seriousness cannot be destroyed by anyone, and the topic can never be diverted.

"I know, I know, it's better to have scars than your paralyzed face. You can't just smile happily because you've smashed Takahashi Orika to pieces." Zhou Qingqing, leaning against the bed, comforted her, "I'm now, But I can’t wait to set off firecrackers to celebrate.”

what to celebrateSong Ye seemed to hear the implication, "Are you happy?"

"Of course." Zhou Qingqing nodded, and continued without opening his mouth: "It is pleasing to see the Patriarch..."

Before finishing the idiom, she was choked suddenly.

It seems that I was too happy for a while, and I exposed something...

(End of this chapter)