There was snow outside the window, and the fireplace in the room was burning hot. In such a grand festival, it was clear that everything should be peaceful and beautiful.

An Xiaxia picked up her mobile phone and called her family.

Everything is normal.

Another call was made to Sheng Yize. They were bored for a while. After hanging up, an Xiaxia found that Kang Jian looked at her strangely.

"Listen to Feng Feng. Are you married?" He acted as if nothing had happened.

"Well, do you have a conscience to discover that you're going to give me a red envelope?" An Xiaxia smiled, healthy and stiff: "OK, I'll make up a big red bag for you."

Two people chatted a few words, an Xiaxia's mobile phone rang.

Mr. Song.

"Hello?" she asked

On the phone, assistant song's voice came: "Miss, I'm afraid you can't survive these two days Come back and have a look! "

The heartbeat brush stops, time seems to be still.

An Xiaxia suddenly felt a bit ironic. Mr. Song was so dreary. She would still feel sad to hear the news.

Fetters from blood are bound to be hard to escape.

The assistant cut the video call and showed Anxia the situation of Mr. Song.

He's very thin. He's wearing an oxygen mask. He's dead.

"In fact, I can't blame all the things about madam at that time It's a secret that a gentleman treats his wife like that, eldest lady... " The assistant begged, "come back! He is your own father! "

An Xia Xia rubs the eyebrow heart: "I know."

Hang up and Anxia goes to find Fang Shanshan to help book the ticket.

Fang Shanshan was surprised: "no way Uncle Sheng said I need to take care of you! You can't go back! "

"I'll be back for two days." Anxiasha sighed, "let's give him the last ride."

From then on, he and her, break up.

Fang Shanshan poked her finger in embarrassment, and finally agreed: "then I will send someone to protect you!"

"I'll go, too." Health suddenly opens.

An Xiaxia: "ah? You don't mean Can't you let others know you're still alive... "

"It doesn't matter. I'll be fine if I don't expose myself."

Otherwise, an Xiaxia will go back alone. He can't rest assured.

"Thank you..."

-On the night of that day, an Xiaxia got on the plane to return home.

Sheng Yize went to pick up the machine in person and visited Mr. Song with her.

Mr. Song's situation is much more serious than what the assistant said. It's all up to his will.

Seeing an Xiaxia, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he still struggled and sat up.

Anxia Xia's heart sank. Seeing that he was suddenly refreshed, she thought of a word: reflection.

"Summer You're back. " Mr. Song grabs an Xiaxia's hand, and an xiadun does not struggle. He smiles at him: "well, it's me."

Mr. Song said: "he is a good boy to live with Ezer well in the future. If he wrongs you, you can go to your uncle Nan, assistant Ji and your aunt. They are all trustworthy people. They will support you. The company can be handed over to others, but shares must not be given to others That's all the world that dad has fought down in his life. It's all for you It's all yours... "

Having said so much, he began to breathe. Anxia couldn't bear to say, "OK, stop talking."

Mr. Song smiled weakly, tears welled up in his eyes: "I'm not a good father, Xia Xia, I'm sorry."