Yao Hanbing went back and met Song Minghai and Song Qi, father and son, "Dad, brother."
"Xiaoxue..." Song Minghai groaned and held Yao Hanbing's hand. He didn't know what to say. First, their car hit her, causing her to lose her memory. Then they tried their best to compensate her, as long as she liked it.
, they had to do it even if they gritted their teeth. He also bought the piano worth over ten thousand yuan by borrowing money from his friends. Of course, he did not tell his daughter about this.
He and Xiaoqi have already regarded Song Xue as their relatives, and they love her very much. At first it was not just to compensate, but later they were sincere.
Yao Hanbing smiled, "Dad, brother, I know you all love me. I just go back to look for the amnesia of the past. I will come back. You and brother are also my relatives, and 'Happy Flower House' is also my other home.
"
She leaned on her father's arms. Over the past six months, she had been watching them. They were very good to her, very good, and she could feel it in her heart.
Although they were a little selfish at first, they had good intentions and tried their best to make up for it, and she would forgive them.
"Thank you, Xiaoxue, no, 'Xiaobing'."
"It's okay, I'm Xiaoxue too." She snuggled into her father's arms, feeling very warm and like a relative.
Yao Hanbing didn't take out any luggage, just a small travel bag with one or two sets of accompanying clothes.
Yuan Haolie walked over, and Ye Ai quickly ran over to take Yao Hanbing's luggage bag and put it in the car.
Yuan Haolie hugged her slender body and said, "It's getting late, let's go back."
She looked up at him, "Go back?" He said it so familiarly, as if they were an intimate couple together.
"Yeah." She leaned quietly in his arms and let him take her to the car, then came to a flat grassy square and got on the helicopter.
She looked out the window at the sky with white clouds and blue sea,
"What are you thinking about?" A strong arm was wrapped around her waist, a deep magnetic voice was close to her ear, and his obsidian evil eyes stared at her and asked.
"Have you ever hurt me?" She turned to look at him.
His heart skipped a beat, "Why do you ask?"
"The senior said that when he saw me, I was crying. My father and brother also said that I was very sad at the time..."
He kissed her on the temple, "You think Qiao Anqi and I have a relationship, but in fact we have nothing. I only like you. You misunderstood, so you are angry and sad."
"Really?" She put her hands on his chest. She didn't like him being too close to her. It felt like her whole body was surrounded by him, and her heart became unclear.
He took her soft little hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart was, and listened to his powerful heartbeat like a bell.
"Bing'er, I will never hurt you again. My heart hurts more than yours. Touch it and see if it's injured here. If you don't come back, the injury will never be repaired."
She was startled, but she was already covered by his kiss, and his warm lips covered hers. He kissed her delicately and intensely, and she fell on the seat. He leaned forward and kissed her passionately without any loss.
Hold her.
His body pressed against hers, and she felt that despite his enthusiasm, he was a little flustered. She was slightly startled, and gradually became a little confused by his familiar kissing skills.