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Song Yiyi¡¯s whole body was shaking.
"If you can't find out, you can stay somewhere else." Fu Sichen said expressionlessly.
Tian Bureau was trembling all over.
Should you threaten him like this
After saying this, Fu Sichen's cold eyes slowly swept across everyone in the room, and then fell on Song Qinrong.
"Go back to class."
The voice is very gentle.
Song Qinrong nodded: "I'll go up and pack my luggage first."
After saying that, he turned around and went upstairs.
As soon as this happened, Song Hongtao panicked.
Does the other party mean that he really wants to leave?
How can that be done?
He dared to chase people away just now simply because his clothes were cut, and Song Qinrong was the most suspect.
Whether it is to appease Song Yiyi or for the reputation of the entire Song family, Zhao Shuying has no reason to protect her anymore.
But now, from beginning to end, they simply misunderstood Song Qinrong!
If Zhao Shuying finds out
Thinking of this, he took two steps forward: "Rong Rong!"
But this time, Song Qinrong did not stop, and disappeared around the corner of the stairs without any hesitation.
Song Hongtao was so anxious that he simply slapped his son on the back: "It's all you who drove her away without even finding out what happened. Why don't you quickly apologize to Rongrong and ask her to stay?"
Song Hongyang:? ? ? What did I hear?
His voice was weak: "Dad, you were the one who chased people away just now"
Before he finished speaking, Song Hongtao slapped him down again, and his beard almost flew up: "Are you going or not?"
Song Hongyang: ok, I'll go.
??Who calls you my father?
Song Qinrong walked to the room and neatly packed her things.
She didn¡¯t bring much luggage to begin with, so she packed it quickly.
When Song Hongyang walked in reluctantly, Song Qinrong had almost finished cleaning up.
"Rong Rong" He opened his mouth, holding a glass of milk in his hand.
Song Qinrong glanced at him coolly, said nothing, and just packed her things.
Song Hongyang stood there helplessly.
He has never been close to Song Qinrong.
When Song Qinrong was born, he had already hooked up with Meng Yali, and his thoughts were all on the new home outside, and he never developed any relationship with this daughter at all.
What¡¯s more, they haven¡¯t seen each other for eighteen years now.
He is more than just a daughter of Song Qinrong.
Compared to this bumpkin who doesn¡¯t know anything. Song Yiyi is beautiful and competitive. She has been extremely talented since she was a child. Now she is only twenty years old and she is already representing China in intercontinental competitions.
Comparing the two, how could Song Hongyang still take Song Qinrong seriously.
But now, he has no choice.
He was forced by his father to get close to his daughter.
"Dad knows that I just broke your heart"
He was groveling.
Song Qinrong frowned, obviously not understanding what was so sad.
Song Hongyang had no choice but to think about it and handed the milk over: "Don't rush to pack your things first. If you have any grievances, sit down and have a good chat with your father. Well, I saw you were in a hurry when you went out this morning, and you didn't drink milk"
"Milk?" Song Qinrong raised her eyebrows and smiled sarcastically, "Aren't you afraid that I am allergic to milk?"
"Ah?" Song Hongyang was stunned for a moment, then quickly took back the hand he handed over, "Dad doesn't know"
Song Qinrong said nothing, turned around and continued to clean up.
Song Hongyang was left aside again. He had never felt so embarrassed.
Even when he pursued Lin Yu, he was never ignored so completely.
Now in front of you, he is still the other person¡¯s father!
Thinking of this, Song Hongyang was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
They are both fathers, so why can Song Hongtao do whatever he wants, but here he is like a grandson to Song Qinrong?
Why?
Are the people who gave birth to him and those who gave birth to him both ancestors?
He is so angry!
"What happened just now was because of my father's fault. Just tell me, how can I forgive my father?"?
Song Hongyang deliberately emphasized the word "dad", hoping that the other party would be a little conscious.
Hearing this, Song Qinrong finally responded and replied to him calmly: "Change a room for me."
"Huh?" Song Hongyang didn't react.
So, she packed her luggage¡ª¡ª
"Isn't it to leave the Song family?"
Song Qinrong smiled slightly: "You want me to leave? That's okay"
¡°Of course I don¡¯t hope so, dad didn¡¯t mean that!¡± Song Hongyang waved his hands frantically.
Song Qinrong nodded: "Then give it to me and move it to the place next to my grandparents."
During the time she lived on the third floor, she was not idle at all. She had already checked room by room. Including Song Yiyi.
She already knew about the iris pollen on her clothes when she was investigating.
Now that Song Yiyi has made such a fuss, it just gives her the opportunity to move out.
Song Hongyang finally reacted and was immediately overjoyed.
As long as the other party doesn¡¯t move away, it¡¯s easy to say anything!
He hurriedly went downstairs and arranged for the servants to clean up the guest room on the first floor. Song Qinrong put away her luggage and then left with Fu Sichen.
The police also collected the physical evidence, interviewed several servants, and took them to the police station.
By the time everyone left, Song Yiyi's back was already wet.
"Yiyi, what should I do with your clothes" Meng Yali had slowly calmed down, with a worried look on her face.
Since it was not Song Qinrong who cut off the clothes, it was too late for her to pursue the issue.
The most important thing right now is that tomorrow¡¯s intercontinental competition cannot be delayed.
"clothing?"
Song Yiyi has already thought about her escape plan.
She bit her lip in embarrassment: "I don't know if I can borrow the one that Sister Yaoyao wore at the dance last year"
"Yao Yao?" Song Hongyang suddenly woke up from a dream: "Yes, she is a big star, she has many good clothes, and her body shape is similar to Yiyi. She can just change the size a little"
¡°I remember Yaoyao¡¯s dress was designed by Yin Yu!¡±
Meng Yali's eyes were filled with the joy of a blessing in disguise.
In the fashion industry, if Master Xiuyue is the top domestic designer, then Yin Yu is completely ranked among the top internationally.
When she first heard that Song Yiyi was going to the intercontinental competition, she wanted to go to Song Muyao and ask for the dress.
But later, Teacher Li personally begged Master Xiuyue.
For the sake of the teacher, they had no choice but to give up.
But now that the clothes were ruined, it was natural to ask Song Muyao to borrow them.
Meng Yali's face showed undisguised joy: "I just don't know if Yaoyao is willing to borrow it"
"Don't worry." The old man narrowed his eyes, "I'll call Yaoyao."
Seeing Song Hongtao talking on the phone angrily, Song Yiyi pursed her lips and walked to Song Hongyang hesitantly: "Dad, sister just changed rooms, isn't she angry with you at all?"
"Yes." Song Hongyang smiled and nodded.
Song Yiyi glanced at him: "Sister, you won't complain to grandma"
Hearing this, Song Hongyang's expression suddenly changed. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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