In the end, Song Congee still chose to avoid it. She hung her head and went back to the dormitory alone. Only He Junlin followed, and the rest stayed in the original room, not knowing what to say.
Song Yaxuan was also silent, watching Jackson Yee's face become obscure. He had suspected that Song Porridge's mother was related to his sister's death before. Now that he heard Jackson Yee's dialectic, such suspicion only increased..
He tried to ask Jackson Yee, hoping to get some helpful news out of his mouth, but hit a wall. He crouched beside Jackson Yee, who was seen as comforting him, but he whispered to him.
songyaxuanBoss, just say it, this result is really important to me.
songyaxuanCongee's mother... what exactly does she do?
There were many people who were as curious as Song Yaxuan, and they pricked up their ears and listened. They had never cared about Song Porridge's mother, and they had learned about her father's situation from the mouth of a little friend, but now they discovered that Song Porridge's parents are actually mysteries.
Jackson Yee shook his head, looking hesitant and more at a loss. Thinking that Song Yaxuan's sister and Song Porridge were related to the woman surnamed Jiang, he felt a complicated mood.
He spoke slowly and glanced at everyone present.
yiyangqianxiThere are some things I shouldn't tell you, it's not a good thing.
When we learn to love a person, we should learn how to protect a person. He did not say this fact, but also to protect Song porridge.
At this time, Song Yaxuan, who was asking for others, lowered his original air, and did not care about the eyes of the rest of Qin Xiao and others present.
Ma Jiaqi patted Jackson Yee, who was squatting against the wall, on the shoulder, signaling him not to worry too much. He knew that Song Porridge would not turn against Jackson Yee because of something that was not clear about the truth.
What's more, Jackson Yee was not the one who pressed the detonation button. He was also afraid of the explosion after that incident...
majiaqiAlthough it is indeed like a dream, but Boss, the past can no longer be changed, so just accept it.
No one can change the past, just like no one can predict the future.
He Junlin followed the child's figure into the room and saw Song porridge huddled on the bed. He felt indescribable distressed in his heart, and gently patted the bulging one in the quilt.
He lowered his voice, found the direction of Song Gougou's head, and then pressed her small head against his chest.
Her little movements stopped at that moment, and listening to He Junlin's strong heartbeat, it seemed that the whole world was quiet. He stroked the girl's head through the quilt and calmed her carefully.
hejunlinWhat are we thinking about porridge?
He used a relaxed tone, hoping to make Song porridge feel safe.
The girl didn't cry this time. It could be seen that under this environment and in their company, Song porridge had really grown so much that... he felt a little distressed.
songzhouzhouDid my mom... actually die for breaking the law...
songzhouzhouSo... my father has been lying to me all the time?!
He Junlin calmed down again and again, trying to calm the girl down, or temporarily forget about it. Obviously, this is unlikely. Although the girl's emotions are not too excited, she is not stable.
He frowned. If Song Congee's mother had done anything to hurt the world, then he would never believe that Song Congee's father was innocent.
hejunlinThere must be a reason why your father didn't tell you, and it was also to protect you.
