He Is Warmer Than Time

"Hai Tao, if my father doesn't go, will you let your relatives talk about us behind your back?"

Yang Haitao feels a little distressed for her: "It's okay. If they like to say it, let them go. I don't mind what others say about us behind the scenes. I only know that I want to live a prosperous life with you and make them jealous."

Song Xuan reluctantly smiled: "Yeah."

Yang Haitao knew that her father would be the most regrettable event in her life if her father were not present.

So, he took the time to go to Tianzifang Song's bungalow.

After a long absence, the bungalow seems to have lost its popularity, and even the holly in the yard has turned a bit yellow.

At dusk, the setting sun was shining, and I felt that the house was not at all vigorous. Maybe it was because there were no young people living in it.

A man's roar came from inside: "Get me aside, why is the food you cook so terrible? Did you feed it to the pigs?"

I saw a 50-year-old nanny running out with red eyes. Yang Haitao grabbed her and whispered, "Auntie, what's the matter with you?"

The aunt was angry and aggrieved: "I can't do this job. I'll do it till today. I won't do it for any amount of money. I lose my temper every day and eat his vegetables every day. Who can stand it."

Yang Haitao hurriedly took out his wallet from his trouser pocket and stuffed it with fifty yuan to the aunt: "Excuse me, my husband is ill, so he has a bad temper. Please bear with me. You will burn three meals a day. Give him food. For the rest of the time, what he says will go in your left ear and right ear out. From now on, I will give you three hundred yuan a month. Do you think it will work?"

When the aunt heard that it was three hundred yuan, she was a little excited, and she had to whisper: "Then you have to persuade him, don't be so tantrums all the time."

Yang Haitao nodded like garlic: "Don't worry, I will persuade him."

The aunt's emotions were finally stabilized.

Yang Haitao walked into the bungalow, Song Guoqing sat in a chair with his back to him, looking out the window, like a late old man.

In fact, he was only nearly fifty years old. It was just a serious illness hit, coupled with the closure of the company, coupled with being betrayed by his own woman, and being calculated by his own daughter, his whole life has gone to the extreme.

Say there are people who believe in the sixties and seventies.

Yang Haitao's footsteps caught his attention. He slowly turned his head, saw Yang Haitao, and snorted, "What are you doing here?"

Yang Haitao walked to Song Guoqing and said sincerely: "Dad..."

Song Guoqing snorted coldly: "Don't bark, I don't have a son like you."

Yang Haitao continued: "Tomorrow is the big day for me and Xiaoxuan to get married. In any case, I hope you can go to our wedding, otherwise..."

Song Guoqing squinted at him: "Otherwise, the two girls knew that Shen Mengfang was going to embezzle my company. They also joined Zhu Sihai to send my company to Shen Mengfang. They were even more hateful than Shen Mengfang."

He didn't even think about understanding why those two girls did that and why they would cheat himself in that way.

Song Ran and Song Xuan couldn't say a word to him at all. Song Guoqing didn't listen to what they said. They didn't believe a word. They only felt that they had raised two white-eyed wolves.

Others did not dare to say more.

Yang Haitao whispered: "Dad, do you know that if Song Ran and Song Xuan don't do this, how much debt do you have to bear now?"

Song Guoqing gritted his teeth and said: "The two girls asked you to come over and say that, right?"