Even Tang's mother would go to visit her with concern, let alone Tang Jingze.
Everyone can ignore themselves, or they are not important at all.
In the restaurant that was as quiet as death, a tear fell unconsciously in the corner of Song Nanqiao's eyes.
It was like a pot of biting cold ice water pouring it from the beginning, allowing her to wake up completely.
I recall when I married Tang Jingze, when I was so deeply in love with a man and was willing to endure everything, and when I occasionally gave myself an illusion.
All kinds of memories linger in Song Nanqiao's mind.
But now all this is shattered and destroyed at this moment.
Facing the empty restaurant, Song Nanqiao slowly stood up, as if he was already cold on the table, and it was obviously steaming when served.
But no one wants to touch it, no one wants to taste what it tastes. It will naturally become cool and unpalatable over time, and the final destination is still a disgusting trash can.
Song Nanqiao put on his coat and walked out of the door silently.
I think the hospital scene must be very lively at this moment, and it is really ironic that everyone is surrounded by Elena.
She did not go home, but went straight to the Song family villa.
Standing at the door, looking at the familiar home in front of her, it was still brightly lit, as if she was always waiting for her to come back, which gave her a little comfort in her heart.
Too many things happened this day.
The phone ringtone rang, and when the call was Li Wei, I thought it was for the merger of the office.
Song Nanqiao did not answer the answer, but pressed the hang-up button. Now she didn't want to bother herself anymore, and just wanted to stay away from right and wrong.
Take out the keys of the house and push open the door.
At this moment, Song Haotian and Zhang Meiling, who were watching TV in the living room, were slightly stunned when they saw their daughter coming back suddenly. In a blink of an eye, their eyebrows and eyes were filled with heartache and relief.
Song Nanqiao dragged his tired body, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to have become much haggard overnight. This look was seen in the eyes of his parents, so there was no need to ask more questions, and you could tell the reason at a glance.
I was able to come back for no reason, but didn't say hello.
Needless to think about it, I know what was unhappy with Tang Jingze.
"Jojo is back."
Zhang Meiling quickly got up to greet her, hugged her shoulders and brought her to her side.
"Why did you come back suddenly so late? Is there anything unhappy?"
Although I knew it in my heart, I still couldn't help asking.
Seeing this, Song Haotian turned off the TV and condemned Song's mother for being too polite, "Don't ask, my daughter finally came back once, are you so annoyed by asking questions? Hurry up and let her sit down and cook something delicious for her, but she must have not eaten."
I know my daughter best. When I come back so late, I don’t even have anyone around me. It must have nothing to do with my work, and I must have suffered emotional grievances.
Zhang Meiling understood and nodded quickly to cook the meal she liked for her baby daughter.
Song Haotian smiled kindly, walked over and gently held Song Nanqiao's hand.
"Don't stand stupidly, sit down quickly, just go home. No matter how much grievance you suffer outside, your home will always be your safe haven. Come back if you are injured, and then continue to face it when you are well-treated."
A sense of grievance breeds, taking root and sprouting in her already traumatized heart.
My father's words are filled with warmth.
The one who knows you best is your parents, and the one who cares about you the most is your parents.
They didn't ask anything, and they knew it well. Even if they asked, she would definitely not say anything. Just giving all the tenderness would give her the greatest comfort.
"Jojo, I know you don't want to say it, but your parents understand you. You are so old, you will naturally have a sense of your heart. You know how to handle it yourself. Just take care of it. If you are tired and wronged, come back and stay for a few days. Let your mother change the same thing every day to make delicious food for you, otherwise your mother's hands will be born, and she will not bother to make it for me if you don't come back. She just borrows my daughter's slimness to eat something delicious."
Song Haotian comforted Song Nanqiao with a quip tone. Zhang Meiling gave him a blank look and continued to return to the kitchen.
The harmony of the family made her heart much more stable and quieter.
It was lively and chattering. The whole family sat on the sofa and chatted around for a long time.
Song Nanqiao said nothing, just looked at them quietly.
I feel sunshine all over my body.
She is not alone, she is not pitiful, and she still has a home!
Have parents, love, rely on, and home!
"Okay, you see, we have to say so much, our daughter must be tired. She went up early to rest. Your mother happened to change the bed sheets and quilt covers for you today."
Song Haotian looked loving and looked at his daughter, and he felt joy in his heart and eyes.
"Yes, I just changed this morning, and I'm wondering when you can come back to stay for a few days."
Song Nanqiao felt apprehensive about the enthusiasm of the two people.
"Okay, I'll go upstairs first."
She turned around, looking at the lonely back made the two old men feel distressed.
Zhang Meiling felt so uncomfortable.
"I think it must be that boy Tang Jingze bullying us Qiao Qiao. I will go to him and talk to him another day."
"Oh, just take a break. Don't make trouble for Nan Qiao. She is so old and of course she knows what to do. Just take care of yourself."
Song Haotian shook his head and said that he believed in his daughter.
Song Nanqiao lay on the bed listening to his parents' conversation outside the door, and couldn't hold back the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were red again.
The next day, Song Nanqiao sorted out his emotions and went directly to the hospital. Since everyone was there, he must show up as a member of the Tang family.
What's more, it's Tang Jingze's wife!
Elena was hospitalized after giving birth, weak and pale.
At this time, there was no one in the ward, and Elena was lying there with her eyes closed.
Looking at Elena who had returned from the gates of hell, there was not even a person to take care of her. No matter how lively it was last night, today's desertedness made Song Nanqiao feel that she was a little pitiful.
After going through many twists and turns, I got close to Tang Jingze, but my flesh and blood in my arms were still a desolation.
Hearing the sound, Elena opened her eyes and found that it was Song Nanqiao.
He was staring at himself with a pitiful look, and he couldn't help but curl his lips and sneer.
"Song Nanqiao, I didn't expect you to come."
Elena's voice was hoarse and weak, but she still looked cold to her.
"Are you happy to see me lying here with half my life left? Or do you want to take this opportunity to mock me?"
Song Nanqiao did not expect that even so, his hostility would be so strong.
It seems that Mrs. Tang’s position is destined to make countless women jealous.
"I didn't say a word."
She gently curled the corners of her lips.
If people don’t respect you, why should you be a saint?
Song Nanqiao never considered himself a kind person who was merciful and kind.
"Then what does your eyes mean? Poor me?"
Elena struggled to get up, leaning on the pillow behind her, taking a deep breath, and frowned.
"I tell you, you don't need to do this!"
Her words were extremely unpleasant. After snorting coldly, she picked the corners of her eyes with contempt.
"You have a cold face all day long and look unviolable. In fact, you are really stupid and pitiful."
Song Nanqiao was puzzled and frowned slightly. She looked at her, and the sorrow between her eyebrows lasted for a long time.
Elena narrowed her eyes and suddenly smiled at the sky, a trace of desolation penetrated into her heart.
Chapter completed!