Chapter 225: How can it be like eating all day long (1)

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Chapter 225 is like how to eat all day long (1)
"Hey, I beg you, when the mother is begging you, let your dad let go..." Qiao Qing burst into tears.
Su Shi went forward and wanted to pull her up, but she refused to get up and lived: "Hey, you pity your father."
"I pity his words, who is coming to pity my dead daughter?" Su Shi sneered: "Is he pitiful to my daughter when doing these things?"
When Su Shi saw that she refused to get up, she let go of her hand. Such a mother really made her feel hateful and made her feel sad: "If you want to be jealous, you must be responsible for what you have done." !"
Seeing how Su Shi refused to let go, Qiao Qing pointed at her: "Hey, you are too worried!"
"I am worried?" Su Shi licked his eyes and sneered and smiled: "Then you should be my heart, since I know that I am worried, I will not let him go, you are here again." No use, can you go now?"
After Qiao Qing came over, this farce should also end, and Mrs. Song’s wife could not stand it. I have never seen such a selfish mother.
"The housekeeper, let people send Mrs. Su back."
"Yes, old lady." Wang Guanjia heard the words of Mrs. Song, and immediately brought two people to Qiao Qing: "Mrs. Su, please."
"I don't go, hey, if you don't promise me, I won't go! Hey, I beg you..."
Mrs. Song felt a little annoyed and knocked a few times on the ground with a cane: "Housekeeper, take her away!"
Wang Guanjia asked two servants to pull Qia Qing from the ground and walked her to the door.
However, Qiao Qing refused to leave, and somehow she was freed from her. She ran back and picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and placed it on her wrist.
This move made everyone stunned, and several people took a sigh of relief.
"Hey, if you don't promise me, I will die in front of you. If you don't believe, try it!"
Su Shi could not believe that such a thing happened to be in front of himself again.
She looked at Qiao Qing: "Five years ago, I refused to marry the Song family. You also threatened me with a knife on your wrist. After five years, you still use the same method. What are you really for the Soho? Can you do it right? You don’t care what I think is right? I want to ask you, since you don’t care about me, why did you give birth to me? Why didn’t you beat me when I was pregnant? Are you still only when I am a tool for you to please Soho?"
Qiao Qing was infected by her emotions and murmured: "Hey, I..."
"You are not my mother..." Su Shi finished, turned and left the living room. She didn't care what she was doing, she was not related to her. She was also a human being, but she was used as a chess piece and a tool to take advantage of it. for many years……
"Hey!" Seeing Su Shi left, Qiao Qing wanted to catch up, but he was quickly stopped.
Mrs. Song also stood up from the sofa: "Mrs. Su, originally this is your family business, I can't intervene more, but she is my grandson and my Song family, so I don't want her to receive anything. Hurt, Mrs. Su, you ask yourself, how have you been to her in the past for so many years, she is always behind your husband? Have you ever asked her to think about it? Have you considered it? You as her Mother, even threatening her with her own life, letting her obey your words, don't you think that your behavior is shameful? You are right, you really don't deserve to be her mother." She paused and gestured to the housekeeper. Going to grab the knife in her hand and throw it on the coffee table.
"So far, I have so much to say. As for what Mrs. Su wants to do, it is your business, but now please leave immediately. The door of our Song family does not welcome you..."
Soon, the butler took people to take Joe Green away. Mrs. Song sighed: "This woman is really selfish, she is thinking about her love for a lifetime, thinking about her own man, the daughter she gave is estimated to be just As a tool to please Soho..."
Song Ting met with thin lips and squinted, and looked away from Qiao Qing, then said: "Grandma, I went up to see Su Shi."
"Go and go." Mrs. Song said.
Song Tingyu immediately left the living room downstairs, went upstairs, opened the door of the room and saw Su Shi sitting on the sofa. Even if she is facing him, he can know that she is crying at the moment.
Song Ting passed away, sat beside her, took her shoulders, held her face, said nothing, and kissed her lips directly.
Su Shi took a moment, when the reaction came, the lips have felt a little numb.
Su Shi frowned, at this moment, she only felt that she could not breathe: "Song, Song Tingyu!"
She held her hand in his chest and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her hands, let her arms around his chest and put it on his neck, and continued to kiss her, no intention at all. Let her go.
Su Shi’s breathing was all confusing, so why bother to cry again?
After a long time, Song Tingyu loosened her and left her swollen red lips: "Don't cry?"
Su Shi’s eyelashes still hang teardrops and look at him:
Only you want to use this method to make people not cry.

Song Ting met with a smile on his lips: "But I think this method is quite effective. It’s better than holding you to comfort you, then you are crying more and more, look, I did it, you cry even forgotten……"
It is undeniable that only Song Tingyu can think of such an approach, and only he can tell such a thing.
However, Su Shi was in a much better mood because of his short sentences.
"It’s better to go out and go back today. Now it’s swollen again. What will it be like tomorrow morning?
Song Ting met and walked to the door and told the servant to take an ice bag and then return to the sofa. Sit down.
With a long finger, she shovled the broken hair on her cheek and he covered the ice bag at her eyes.
The cold and cold feeling makes her feel that her eyes are not so tired and tired.
She wanted to take the ice pack herself by hand, but he took his hand away: "I am coming."
She sat quietly and asked him to help himself.
Song Tingyu put her eyes on ice for a while, then took the ice bag away and pressed her eyelids with her fingers: "Is it better?"
"Much better." Su Shi smiled and said: "Thank you."
Song Tingyu casually put the ice bag to the side of the coffee table: "Don't verbally thank you, I prefer the actual point."