Song Yunxuan's voice was soft.
Chu Mochen didn't react for a while. He followed her eyes and looked over.
He found that a little girl with a dark red beret came out of the gate of Yuncheng Private Primary School.
The child had soft long hair, which probably reached her chest. Her eyes were big. She pouted her lips and turned to look at the little boy who walked a few steps and stood beside her.
The little boy seemed to be very nervous about her. He frowned, grabbed her little hand, and scolded her discontentedly.
The little girl lowered her head and stood still.
Chu Mochen looked at the two children and raised his eyebrows slightly. He turned to look at Song Yunxuan, "Do you know these two children?"
Song Yunxuan smiled gently, "I don't know him."
She said she didn't know them, but Chu Mochen felt that she was actually lying.
He grabbed her hand and wanted to pull her away, "Let's go if you don't know them."
Song Yunxuan didn't refuse but followed him back, "You should know those two children, right?"
Chu Mochen stopped, and the look in his eyes changed slightly. He said in a low voice, "They are Gu Changge's eldest son and youngest daughter."
"What's their name?"
"The boy is Gu Yi, and the girl is Gu Miaomiao."
Song Yunxuan nodded and said to herself kindly, "They are really lovely children."
Chu Mochen heard that she calmly talked about two children she didn't know. He couldn't help but have some bad guesses, "They are just two children."
"I know."
Song Yunxuan could hear Chu Mochen's implication.
Chu Mochen thought that she had a deep hatred with Shao Tianze, and even thought that she would put these hatred on Shao Tianze's two children.
However, Chu Mochen would never know it.
She gave birth to these two children.
She would not hurt these two children in any case.
Song Yunxuan was pulled away by Chu Mochen. After a long distance, she looked back and quietly glanced at them.
Chu Mochen noticed that she looked back. He took a deep look at her, frowned, and pulled her to the car.
Song Yunxuan said nothing and watched Chu Mochen go around to the driver's seat and start the car.
She didn't look around again. She just reached out and lowered her head to cover her forehead.
Chu Mochen starts the car and leaves the private elementary school.
Song Yunxuan's face began to turn slightly red, which was not normal.
On the way, Chu Mochen found something wrong with her. He looked at her and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"When the wind blew just now, I felt a little uncomfortable." Her voice was a little weak, and she didn't have the strength to speak.
Looking at her appearance, Chu Mochen found that her face began to turn red, and there was a strong sense of exhaustion in her eyes, and even mist rising from the bottom of her eyes.
Song Yunxuan reached out to cover her forehead and whispered to him apologetically, "I'm really sorry. I'm not feeling well. Can you take me home to rest?"
"Come to my house, I can take care of you."
Song Yunxuan covers her forehead with one hand and shakes with the other. She refuses him: "I have the problem of recognizing my bed. The more sick I am, the more I recognize my bed. I can't rest at ease without my own bed."
Chu Mochen had no choice but to send her back to the Song Family.
Song Yunqiang was surprised when he entered the house. "Why did you come back so early?"
In Song Yunqiang's mind, his sister went out with Chu Mochen on a date. At least she would come back at night. Maybe she would stay out all night.
But he didn't expect that Song Yunxuan was sent back by Chu Mochen so early.
Song Yunqiang was suspicious in his heart. He carefully asked Chu Mochen in a roundabout way, "Childe Chu, is Song Yunxuan capricious again?"
Chu Mochen smiled and watched the family servants help Song Yunxuan, who couldn't walk steadily, back to the room. He said: "Your sister is not in good health recently. Let her have a good rest."
Song Yunqiang nodded and then sent Chu Mochen out.
After Chu Mochen's car left, Song Yunqiang still frowned and refused to relax.
Song Yunxuan was not in good health?
Nurse Wang said that she didn't catch a cold once a year in Qingcheng.
Why did she suddenly become a delicate girl who couldn't even be blown by the wind after returning to such a prosperous Yuncheng?
Song Yunqiang was puzzled. He ate dinner alone and went to call his sister Song Yunjia.
After Song Yunjia received the phone call and called her brother, she asked him: "Brother, how is father's condition?"
Song Yunqiang looked up at the second floor and said: "The doctor said it's no big deal. Do you want to come back and have a look?"
Song Yunjia was relieved when she heard her brother's answer: "Since father's health is no big deal, I'm not in a hurry to come back. I'll go home when I'm not busy."
Song Yunqiang still wanted to ask something, but Song Yunjia hung up the phone with a snap.
Song Yunqiang's eyelids twitched a few times, and then he put the phone back on the golden phone stand.
There were emotions in his eyes several times before he slipped away. Then he got up and went upstairs to his father's room.
Song Yan was lying on the bed, gasping heavily. The doctor's phone number was ready at any time. There was a special servant in the outer room who served him with tea and water.
After Song Yunqiang came in, Song Yan seemed to hear footsteps. He opened his eyes and looked at him, struggling to get up from the white mist of the humidifier.
Song Yunqiang dutifully hurried to help his father up from the bed, and then put a soft cushion on his father's back. Then he found a chair to sit by the bed and talk to his father.
"Dad, how are you feeling these days?"
Song Yan had thick dark circles under his eyes, and it was a little difficult for him to speak: "The weather is getting colder and colder. My illness … Cough … My illness has become a little serious …"
Song Yunqiang reached out and pressed his chest to help him calm down: "Dad, when it's not cold, your illness will be cured."
Song Yan nodded, but just in case, he raised his head and looked at Song Yunqiang with his turbid eyes: "If anything happens to me, you must let Yunjia come back …"
Although Song Yunjia has no intention of inheriting the business of the Song Family, she is the only child of Song Yan's wife who married him.
In ancient times, Song Yunjia was the only legitimate child of Song Yan in this family.
As for Song Yunqiang, Song Yunying, and Song Yunxuan, these three children are just children born to Song Yan by some unjust women.
Song Yunqiang nodded: "Dad, don't worry. I have just called Yunjia. Yunjia said that she would come back to see you when she was not busy."
Song Yan's eyes dimmed a lot in an instant, and he murmured two words: "… Not busy?"
Song Yunqiang nodded.
Song Yan didn't speak, but his eyes became a little disappointed with Song Yunjia.
His eldest daughter's heart was on Shao Tianze, and she helped Shao Tianze at all costs. Even if Shao Tianze loved other women, she didn't give up.
She had deeper feelings for Shao Tianze than for her biological father.
His father was seriously ill in bed, but the eldest daughter still wanted to come to see him when she was not busy?
After saying it out, he understood.
It was truly chilling to the core.
Song Yan lowered his eyelashes, and his turbid eyes became dark and deep.
At this time, a servant suddenly called in a low voice at the door: "Miss Yunxuan? Miss Yunxuan, why don't you come in? What are you doing standing at the door? Come in, come in. "
The servant called Song Yunxuan at the door to come in.
Song Yunxuan looked in from the door uneasily, and said in a low voice: "I just asked the kitchen people to stew some chicken soup. Bring a bowl of it to dad."
Song Yan heard the voice and looked at the door. He sighed with disappointment in his eyes: "I am very ill. Thank you. Come in."
Song Yunxuan stood at the door and didn't move. Her voice was also low: "Dad, I just went out with a cold, so I won't go in. If I infect you, I'm afraid it will be bad for you."
Song Yan didn't force her to stay. He nodded: "Go to bed early."
Song Yunxuan handed the chicken soup in her hand to the servant who cared for Song Yan, and then said: "I feel a little hot. I want to go to the hospital to get some medicine. I may have to go out."
Song Yan turned to Song Yunqiang: "Send Yunxuan there."
Song Yunxuan said hurriedly: "No, dad, I'll let the driver take me there."
Song Yan nodded, and Song Yunxuan left.
The servant brought over the bowl of hot chicken soup and said with a smile: "Look, master. Miss Yunxuan knows that you can't eat greasy things, so she skimmed the oil off the chicken soup."
Song Yan looked at the bowl of fragrant chicken soup. His eyes were calm, but he sighed a little: "If only Yunying and Yunjia had the same intention."
Song Yunqiang saw that his father didn't want to drink it, so he asked the servant to take the chicken soup away.
After the servant goes out, Song Yan looks at Song Yunqiang faintly and says, "If something happens to me, Yunxuan can't have nothing, but you can't give her too much either. Do you understand what I mean?"
Song Yunqiang frowned and lowered his voice: "You mean, give her the least?"
Song Yan stretched out his little finger and pinched the first knuckle: "That's a lot."
Song Yunqiang looked at his father's gesture and calmed down.
He understood what Song Yan meant.
After Song Yan's death, the big Song family could only give Song Yunxuan a little, a fraction.
But he and Song Yunjia got much more than Song Yunxuan.
Song Yunxuan stood coldly at the door. Even if the voice inside had been lowered as much as possible, she still heard everything clearly.
Her eyebrows were slender and flat, and the slight cold light in the corner of her eyes made her look a little heroic.
They were all children of the Song family, and they were all children of women other than the main wife.
Song Yunxuan, on the other hand, was as unpopular as someone picked up from the garbage heap.
In this Song family, from her father and brother to the eldest sister and the second sister, no one regarded Song Yunxuan as a member of the Song family.
Being in such a position was really embarrassing.
She raised her eyes and walked away from the door.
After going down from the second floor, she was seen by the driver waiting at the door.
The driver hurried to greet her and asked her: "Miss Yunxuan, which hospital are you going to?"
She raised her hand to button the cashmere coat: "Yuncheng Private Primary School."
The driver was stunned, and Song Yunxuan had already taken a few steps.
Looking at the girl's back, the driver felt that this little miss carried a kind of compelling momentum from the bones.
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