Chapter 27: Your gift?

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Chapter 27 Your Gift?
Blame her?
Su Shi smiled bitterly. For so many years, she was already numb. At the beginning, she might not be willing, but now she has no feeling.
Soho is the most important person in her life, and she is Su Shi, no.
When driving away from Sujia, Su Shi received a phone call from Tian Mi, letting her take a time to go back to the studio today. Because Tian Mi has something to go out, and now at the end of the year, I need to settle the bonus for the studio, she has to check it in the past.
"Oh, then I will go back later."
"Hey, happy birthday." Tian Mi said before hanging up the phone: "When I go back to bring you a present."
Su Shi took a moment and remembered that it was her birthday today, but she didn’t even remember it.
"Thank you." Su Shi hung up and went to the studio.
After checking the financial affairs, she sat in the chair of the office and took out her mobile phone to call Lin Yuhuan. The money, she needs to ask him, and hopes that he will take the money back.
"Yu Huan, did you ask someone to send money to my dad’s account this morning?"
"No..." Lin Yihuan was a little surprised: "I still want to call you now to ask about your situation... your father, he... got the money?"
"Yeah." Su Shi held the pen in his hand: "He received it this morning, but you said that you didn't play money, then..."
Is it Song Tingyu?
Her name has just appeared in her mind, and she was denied by herself. How is it possible? Not to mention that the man had previously stated that he would not lend money to them, and in his eyes, their Su family were insatiable, how could he help people who hated him so much?
But if this money is not for him, who else?
She leaned back in the chair of the office and thought for a long time without thinking about it.
When Song Tingyu opened his eyes, there was a beautiful little face that looked like himself.
He rubbed his hand on Song Weixi's forehead: "How come up so early?"
"Not too early." Song Weixi used a small hand to lick the quilt: "Dad, mother?"
Song Ting encountered a look at the position next to him. There was no one there. When did Su Shi get up?
"Is she downstairs?"
"No, she is not downstairs." Song Weixi shook his head, his eyes filled with doubts: "Where did my mother go so early? I want to say the first birthday to her..."
"Today's Su Shi birthday?" Song Tingyu was pulling the sheets around his waist and heard a word.
"Yeah." Song Weixi sat on the bed and swayed his feet: "I asked my grandmother before, my grandmother told me, I will remember."
Although Song Weixi is only three years old, he has always been smart and has a good memory.
"Dad, what gift do you have for your mother?" Song Weixi raised his face and looked at his father.
gift? Song Ting encountered his forehead with his hand, and he did not know Su Shi’s birthday today.
"This is my gift for my mother."
Song Tingyu noticed that Song Weixi still had a beautiful box in his hand. He opened the box and saw that it was a wind chime made of shells.
Song Weixi’s little hand lit a beautiful shell. When he smiled, the whole face looked radiant:
Mom likes shells. This is when I was at the beach in the summer. I picked it up. My grandmother gave me this. The box let me put it up for my mother."
"Dad, is it beautiful?"
"It's very beautiful." Song Tingyu put the box on the cover and smiled: "Do you know where my mother is? We will go find her and go out to eat?"
"I know where she is." Song Weixi immediately said: "If she is not at home with her grandmother, she will be in the studio if she is not at Tian Ayi."
Su Shi’s life circle has always been simple and rarely goes to other places.
"Then we will go find her."
When Song Tingyu was ready to go out with Song Weixi, he encountered the silence that had just returned from the outside.
She looked puzzled at the father and son: "Where are you going?"
Song Tingyu took Song Weixi's little body from the ground: "Take him out."
Quietly guessed it all at once: "Go to Su Shi?"
"something wrong?"
Song Tingyu’s voice revealed his impatience at the moment. He always liked to take care of him three times and four times. He always hated this kind of thing, even if she was his biological mother.
"The courtesy!" The quiet voice is aggravated.
Song Weixi looked back and forth at the faces of the two adults, holding the neck of Song Tingyu with both hands, whispered: "Grandma, today is the birthday of my mother, Dad just wants to take me and my mother out for dinner."
After listening to the silence, his face was more gloomy.
Song Tingyu did not care for her again, holding Song Weixi left.
In the car, Song Weixi, sitting in the back seat, held the gift box with a small hand and said: "Dad, why does Grandma not like her mother?"
Song Tingyu’s long finger on the steering wheel, Shen Jing’s dislike of Su Shi, did not hide it, so even Song Weixi could detect it.
He didn't know how to explain these things to a child who was only three years old. He was silent and looked back: "Vichy, Grandma, she didn't dislike your mother."
Song Weixi looked down and looked at his hands: "I know, she just doesn't like it."
Because of this thought, his mood has become low.
In order to divert his attention, Song Tingyu changed a topic: "Vichy, Dad has not bought a gift yet, do you accompany me to buy a gift for my mother?"
Song Weixi’s attention was actually transferred, and he immediately nodded:
Dad, what gift do you want to give?

Song Ting met a bit, he almost never gave a gift to a woman, even if it is what Bai Hao wants, he just gives her money, let her buy it.
So he really has no experience in this aspect, and he doesn't know what Su Shi likes.
Song Weixi was looking out at the window at the moment, suddenly pointing at a road: "Dad, you go to buy a flower for your mother, you want a red rose."
I really don’t know how Song Weixi’s younger age knows that women like red roses.
But when Song Weixi saw the bright red roses at the flower shop, he wrinkled his small nose: "Cheesy."
He was so beautiful and handsome, and when he said this, he was amused by all the people in the store.
In the following time, almost everyone's dawn is on the body of the high-value father and son.
Song Weixi wandered around in the flower shop, and every flower was well studied, but it seemed to be unsatisfactory. Finally he stopped in front of a flower and pinched the petals with a small hand: "It is necessary."