Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Yun Si: "."

Zhou Simin: "."

Now, it is clear who is active and who is passive.

A certain beautiful and clinging cat, after emphasizing seriously, quietly rested on her shoulder.

Sticky, completely uninvolved.

"Puppy love is good."

he repeated quietly.

"." Yun Si snorted and laughed.

Even Zhou Simin also laughed.

In winter, it snowed for several days in a row.

After Song Zhiqiang was kicked out, he cursed and found a simple hotel nearby.

Over the past ten years, prices in cities have risen rapidly.

Although the hotel is in poor condition, it costs eighty or ninety yuan to stay there for one night.

Song Zhiqiang had just come out of prison and had no money at all.

In addition to the previous house, because it was in Liang Wenjing’s name, after Liang Wenjing’s death, the court awarded the house to Liang Wenjing’s mother.

So now, Song Zhiqiang can't give anything in exchange for money.

He stayed in the hotel and scolded Song Jing for nearly a night.

The next day, he slept in the hotel until three o'clock in the morning, then dragged the sack out and went to Yun Si's house.

Knocking, banging, banging, wanting to break the door.

"Song Jing! Come out!"

He shouted outside, and his voice echoed throughout the corridor.

"Song Jing! Song Jing!"

"Song Jing! Come out here! You little beast, you don't even recognize me as your father!?"

He cursed and said as many unpleasant things as he wanted.

There were old people passing by who were returning from shopping for groceries and walking their dogs. They were frightened by his appearance and walked away from him.

The iron door was knocked loudly, as if it would be broken down in the next second.

Not long after, the iron door opened.

The girl wearing a comfortable home sweater stood quietly at the door, smiling.

"Uncle Song, are you looking for Song Jing again?"

Song Zhiqiang looked impatient when he saw it was her.

"Damn it, you didn't open the door after knocking for so long. I thought your family was all dead inside."

"Where's Song Jing! I've been thinking about it all night, have you figured it out yet!?"

"Think about it and ask him to pack his things and get out of here!"

The girl's eyelashes were curved, she held the door handle and blocked the door, very politely.

"Uncle Song, brother Song Jing has already thought about it. He said he doesn't want to live with you."

"Uncle Song, don't be too quick to get angry. Please understand Brother Song Jing. After all, Brother Song Jing has grown up and has his own life. If we force them to live together, it will only make everyone unhappy."

"Of course, Uncle Song, don't get me wrong. Brother Song Jing doesn't deny you as his father. When Brother Song Jing gets a job, he will give you a certain amount of alimony every year so that you can enjoy your old age in peace for the rest of your life. What do you think?"

Song Zhiqiang sneered and kicked the door, "Of course he has to pay alimony, and he has to pay at least one hundred thousand a year!"

"If it hadn't been for me, he would have died in his fucking stomach. You still want to have a new life? Bullshit!"

"Little girl, I might as well tell you that today Song Jing has to go even if he doesn't want to go!"

"Is it possible that my son should be fostered in someone else's home and become a white-eyed wolf?"

He only has a son, so of course he wants money and people!

When he went back to join the business and his son helped him, he didn't know how much labor costs he could save.

If someone else helps him raise him, and then he takes over, it's a sure-fire deal.

Song Zhiqiang's calculations were rattling in his mind. How could he let go of such a son who came for nothing?