Song Huihai's straight back stiffened again.
Looking at her sincere eyes that seemed to be speaking, he sighed for the first time, took off all the dignity he usually pretended to have, and a hint of self-deprecation appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You understand me, but Xiaoling doesn't."
Everyone thought he was naturally majestic and liked to control everything in a majestic way.
In fact, he only gradually evolved into this during his match with Xiaoling.
Xiao Ling thought his concern was guilty and hypocritical.
In fact, Xiaoling didn't know that he really loved his son.
The moment he was born and held him in his arms, he cherished the continuation of his life.
He even remembered the moment when she smiled at him for the first time while he was lying in the cradle, and he even felt his heart throbbing.
Liu Zhiyuan saw the hidden hurt in his eyes and immediately comforted him in distress.
"Song Ling is very similar to you. He hides himself with indifference and apathy. He appears cold on the surface, but has warmth in his heart. Perhaps your estrangement over the years is due to a lack of communication and expression. He resists you, and you are afraid of being resisted by him, and you are afraid that your love for him will be hit."
So, you've been very careful. Very cautious. You love him in your own way, and he resists you in his own way.
After a pause, she whispered again, "Actually, I know that Song Ling has always had you as his father in his heart, otherwise, no matter how much I beg him, he won't come.
And the scarf I knitted for you, although he frowned very unhappy during the knitting process, he did not stop me. So, I believe your relationship will gradually get better. "
Song Huihai looked at her delicate features and clear eyes, and suddenly said with emotion,
"I suddenly feel that my decision to try to accept you was right. You are such an unusual girl. You seem to be laughing and making noises, but you are actually a very sharp-minded girl. Your smile is like the sun, and you can't help but infect people."
Liu Zhiyuan rarely smiles.
"Are you complimenting me?"
Song Huihai paused and nodded.
"I guess so."
Liu Zhiyuan laughed again.
"Thank you. Actually, I've always cared about what you think of me. I hope Song Ling's family can accept me, and I hope Song Ling can live in harmony with his family. I hope more people will love him. When I found out that you love him very much, I was very happy."
Song Huihai took a deep breath, reached out and patted her shoulder, curled his lips in joy,
"Child, you have touched me. Your kindness, understanding and smile have touched me. I will no longer oppose you two being together. I have to admit that Xiao Ling has changed a lot with you. I hope you can take good care of him and melt him.
As long as you can make him happy, I support you. I want him to be happier than anyone else in the world."
Liu Zhiyuan's eyes were a little wet, and she nodded, "Thank you, I will!"
"Go back and rest." Song Huihai restrained his dignity and became a little serious.
Liu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Yes, I will. I will take Song Ling back to the old house."
When she reached the door, Song Huihai whispered again, "Scarf, very warm, I like it."
As he walked out of the study, he met Song Ling's deep eyes.
Song Ling looked at Liu Zhiyuan, then looked at Song Huihai, and said in a deep voice,
"Don't do those self-righteous stupid things in the future. Don't spy on me! Don't even think about getting close to me! Don't care about me!"
He knew from the previous words that there were still people like him in the hospital, which made him very unhappy.
To ease his mood, Liu Zhiyuan gently pulled his sleeves and said, "Let's go home."
Song Ling followed her as she went downstairs.
In the car.
Song Ling was driving, and Liu Zhiyuan was holding the car window silently.
Song Ling drove very slowly because he wanted to take care of her mood.
Outside the window.
A cold wind blew in.
Liu Zhiyuan is in a mess right now, and she doesn't care even if she is cold.
Perhaps only the cool breeze can stop her from thinking too much.
He frowned, closed the window, and spoke.
"What did he tell you?"
Liu Zhiyuan shook her head slightly. She didn't want to talk now.
She really didn't want to talk.
Song Ling thought she was embarrassed by Song Huihai, so he said three words: "Ignore him!"
His big hands came over to ruffle her hair, as if to comfort her.
This most intimate and frequent intimate action made Liu Zhiyuan's heart rise again.
He seems to be very good to her, pampering her and loving her very much, but is it all true?
She suddenly asked him, "Are you serious when you said today that you believed me?"
Song Ling nodded "Yes!"
She impulsively tightened the strength of her fingers, and an impulsive voice in her heart wanted to ask: Does he believe in her, Liu Zhiyuan, or does he firmly believe in her because he regards her as a substitute for Yatong?
Even though this impulsive voice roared and struggled in her heart countless times, Liu Zhiyuan finally did not speak.
She thought she was a strong and optimistic girl, but no matter how strong she was, she would still have weaknesses, be fragile and timid.
For example, at this moment, she was too timid and unlike herself.
She wanted to ask, but she couldn't ask after all.
She was afraid to hear the answer she couldn't bear.
Song Ling looked into her trembling eyes and asked, "What do you want to say to me?"
Liu Zhiyuan shook her head slightly.
"nothing."
She turned her eyes to the window. The night was as cool as the wind, just like her mood tonight.
Suning Hospital.
In the operating room, Xu Su's eyebrows were twisted into knots.
He couldn't help but inhale as he looked at the injured woman who didn't even cry out in pain.
Zhao Yanran was injured when Xu Su pulled her towards the back door.
Because she rejected his touch, she accidentally fell while struggling.
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