President Ba is playing Cinderella again today

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Of course Song Zhishui thought about it, "I can be responsible for my own life. My responsibility is to respect and care for them, not to marry and have children with someone they don't like just to satisfy their wishes."

Patriarch Xiao had a headache for a while, has the times changed?He did not understand the young man's thoughts.

But these three children could not be beaten or scolded.He was unwilling to let them go.

Patriarch Xiao slowed down, and said to Song Zhishui: "Let's do this today, you go back. I can let you continue to communicate with my daughter, but you have to settle your own affairs first. I don't want to see any more news from the newspapers." Yours."

When Song Zhishui came out of the study, Xiao Chen had already gone to the equipment room in the basement to exercise, and Xiao Yao was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, watching Xiao's mother knitting a sweater.

Now is the spring season, and the thin sweater is just ready to wear.

She had expressed her dislike of pink several times before, but Xiao's mother changed the color this time, it was a warm beige.

Xiao's mother also chose several other colors and put them in the wool basket, waiting to embroider a few small flowers on them after knitting.

Hearing Song Zhishui's voice coming downstairs, Mother Xiao and Xiao Yao looked back together.

Mother Xiao put down the semi-finished sweater, and said to Song Zhishui who came over, "It's getting late, why don't Zhishui stay for a night and go back tomorrow morning."

She knew that Song Zhishui drove here by herself, and it would not be safe for a girl to be alone on the road at night. She really hoped that Song Zhishui would stay overnight, not just saying polite words.

Song Zhishui moved her eyes away from Xiao Yao's face, and said with a gentle smile, "Thank you, Auntie, I won't stay tonight, I still have some things to deal with at home."

She looked at the sweater again, and praised Mother Xiao's craftsmanship.

Mother Xiao was overjoyed by the praise, and said to Song Zhishui, "Tell Auntie your size when you have time, and Auntie will also knit one for you."

Mother Xiao wanted to send Song Zhishui out, but Song Zhishui stopped her as soon as she walked out of the living room.

Song Zhishui said: "It's cold outside, Auntie, you don't have much to wear, so don't come out. Let Yaoyao give me a ride, I still have something to say to Yaoyao."

After hearing what she said, Mother Xiao didn't go any further, but told her to drive slowly on the road and pay attention to safety and so on.

After walking out of the gate of the villa, Song Zhishui explained a few words and opened the door of the driver's seat.

She thought that both of them would go to work tomorrow, so it wouldn't be too late to talk to each other tomorrow if they had anything to say.

However, Xiao Yao grabbed the corner of her clothes, lowered her head as if she had used great courage, and said to Song Zhishui: "Sister, if one day, like Shen Shiqi's ex-girlfriend, I never see each other again, will you what to do?"

Song Zhishui only felt that he couldn't breathe, and it was very uncomfortable to hold it in his heart.

"You can't take this kind of joke," Song Zhishui said, "Don't scare me with such words."

Xiao Yao raised her face to look at her, under the bright street lights in the middle of the night, Song Zhishui saw the unobstructed moisture in her eyes, it seemed that tears would fall down with a little effort.

Xiao Yao shook her head lightly, "I'm serious, I'm not joking."

Song Zhishui pushed the person against the wall, she wanted to relieve the pain in her heart.

The lips pressed against Xiao Yao's lips, and they kissed deeply, until Xiao Yao gasped softly and Song Zhishui let go.

Song Zhishui pressed her forehead against Xiao Yao's, panting lightly and said, "Don't say such things again, I dare not even think about it."

"I won't let you go a second time."

Chapter 36

Xiao Yao pulled Song Zhishui into the back seat of the car, rolled up the window, and then raised the middle fender.

The entire rear formed a closed space, and the street lights outside could not shine in. Xiao Yao turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone to illuminate it.

Song Zhishui didn't say a word, watching Xiao Yao's series of actions.

Very chic and neat, but the slightly trembling hands revealed Xiao Yao's inner tension.

When Xiao Yao turned back to face Song Zhishui, she breathed out, this was probably the most difficult decision she had ever made in her life.

She took off the white sweater and unbuttoned the cotton top. Song Zhishui's eyes hurt from the new pink skin on her heart.

Seeing that Song Zhishui could see clearly, Xiao Yao closed her clothes.

Song Zhishui could no longer sit there calmly, she stretched out her hand, but stopped in the air.

"What's going on?" Song Zhishui frowned, her eyes fluctuated secretly, flickering in the backlight, "Have you had surgery, have you been injured?"

Xiao Yao couldn't bear to look at her expression, seeing Song Zhishui in this appearance was more painful than seeing her own scars.

She opened her eyes, suppressed her emotions, and told Song Zhishui what had happened in the past two years.

Naturally, there are some important events, including heart attack recurrence, including going abroad for medical treatment, including heart transplantation.

What's more, she has been hiding what she didn't say, what kind of mood she had when she left Song Zhishui.How do I miss it when I am in a foreign country?

The more she missed the past, the more afraid she was to see the real person. As much as she wanted to see Song Zhishui in her heart, she was afraid of facing her.

Therefore, she even planned to escape, and never saw Song Zhishui again.

But God didn't want her to be a turtle with a shrinking head.

"I don't want to tell you at all." Xiao Yao didn't look at Song Zhishui all this time. After saying these words, she felt a little relaxed and happy in her heart. The unreasonable appearance from time to time, or the capriciousness when you were in the town, the bewilderment when you confessed your love at school. Not the inestimability in the future..."