"Commander, you don't think that all that is your fault, do you?"
Song Yiyi sneered, "Then you are too conceited."
"Do you know how many gunshot wounds and knife wounds he had? Do you know how many scars he had? Do you know how those scars were caused?"
"Do you know how much effort he put in to reach heaven?
"Do you know how many times the calluses on his hands have been broken and healed?"
"Do you know how many times he's been on the verge of death? How many times has he been in despair?"
Song Yiyi curled her lips and said with a half-smile, "As a father, do you know what your son really wants?"
Cen Yue never plays the victim in front of Song Yiyi.
But that doesn't mean he isn't miserable.
It doesn’t mean that Song Yiyi can’t see it.
It doesn't mean she won't feel sad.
Just mentioning it made Song Yiyi feel a sore throat and mixed emotions.
As soon as Cen Yue left home, he lost his family.
My father is still a completely selfish person.
Gu Chengze still has psychological trauma from his father's divorce, let alone Cen Yue's situation. It's already very good that he can grow up healthily.
Song Yiyi spoke very quickly, not giving Cen Anguo any chance to speak.
"I'll answer for you, you don't know."
"You just want him to be an emotionless puppet, doing whatever you point him to do. Once he's out of your control, you have to add more ropes to tie him up tightly."
“Bang!”
The teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces in an instant, and the crisp sound echoed in the living room.
Cen Anguo's eyes were as dark as ink, and he looked at Song Yiyi fiercely. His breathing was a little heavy. "A tree cannot grow straight without pruning, and a person cannot become talented without teaching! I am his father. Without me, how could he exist?! Who are you to say that?!"
Song Yiyi didn't even blink.
She also stood up and threw everything on the coffee table to the ground one by one.
“Bang!”
“Pah!”
“Pah pah pah!”
There was a sound of breaking things in the living room, attracting the attention of the soldiers standing outside.
There were water stains all over the ground.
The crushed residue and tea leaves are mixed together.
Song Yiyi was still unhappy, so she kicked the coffee table and made it tilt.
"You think that beating is the only way to make a man successful, but you don't realize that all you bring to him is hatred and shame!"
"If you really think you did the right thing, then we will treat you the same way from now on. We will beat you every day to see if you can become a useful person."
Don't use the whip on yourself.
Never feel pain.
Why do some fathers think that beating or scolding their children is good training?
They really need to train themselves in this way.
They were unhappy again.
"you!"
Cen Anguo's chest rose and fell violently, and it was obvious that he was very angry. "Someone come!"
His face was as gloomy as water and he roared angrily outside.
The sound of footsteps came in unison.
The living room was instantly packed with people, and the originally spacious place suddenly became cramped.
Cen Anguo held the edge of the sofa with one hand, took several deep breaths, raised his hand and pointed at Song Yiyi, "Hold her up for me!"
It wasn't necessary.
Cen Anguo did not intend to use such means.
He asked Song Yiyi to come over today with the intention of persuading her.
It would be best if she could recognize the situation and take the initiative to leave. That way, he would give her a way out because of the past relationship between Song Yiyi and Cen Yue.
Who knew this girl wouldn't listen.
Before Cen Anguo even started to speak, she had already pissed him off to death.
Song Yiyi sat on the sofa, stretched out her hands, and said indifferently, "Come on, come on, tie me up however you want, tie my hands or feet, or hang me up or shoot me."
"I'll just sit here and do nothing. Do whatever you want."
Song Yiyi appeared calm on the surface, but she was still a little panicked inside.
After all, she has a baby in her belly.
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