Seeing that he did not speak for a long time, Song Yi raised her eyebrows, tilted her head, and smiled: "Huh?"
"Looking for you." Wen Xiang came back to his senses and said, "I heard that you were discharged from the hospital and planned to come to pick you up. When I went, the nurse said you were gone. I had to come and wait."
Wen Wenxiang arrived before Song Yi because Song Yi bought some daily necessities on the way.
Song Yi put his hands in his pockets, and he was a little lazy: "You want to talk to me about business?"
"Talk about Tang Si."
The end of Song Yi's eyes instantly raised a curve, and her red lips gently said, "Talk about why you treated him badly?"
There was a pin in her smile and a sarcasm in her words.
Song Yi is a woman who can always say the cruelest things with a smile.
Unfortunately, you can't be angry yet.
She smiles like a flower, bright and brilliant, and they say that you don't hit the smiling person with your hand, but she is smiling, and it's your fault if you get angry.
Wen Wenxiang had just chatted with her for a while, and felt that she was thorny and difficult to communicate with. She was not like the soft and boneless soft woman on the surface.
Song Yi is charming, soft, beautiful, and has a look that is easy to bully, and the aura exuding from her bones, with a sharp and cold arrogance, combined, you will feel that this woman is not good Bully.
It belongs to the type of person who hides a knife in a smile and stabs you to death softly.
"No, I don't think you will be happy with him." Wen Wenxiang said earnestly: "His occupation is dangerous, and he can't accompany you often. As someone who has experienced it, I would like to remind you that he is my son. I understand His temper."
"He doesn't even go home, think how busy he is."
Song Yi smiled, and his tone suddenly turned cold: "He doesn't even come home, how do you understand his temperament? You shouldn't think about why he doesn't go home?"
"Also, Uncle Wen, I call you Uncle Wen to respect that you are Tang Si's father, otherwise, in your position, you have to respectfully call me Mr. Song, or Miss Song."
"As a father, he keeps saying he dislikes his career. So Tang Si risked his life to save a dog at the banquet? You are more grateful than you for saving a dog. Instead of being grateful, you even stomped on him."
"nausea."
Song Yi put on a cold face: "If it wasn't for Tang Si's good layout decision, let me see if you still have this dog alive today."
"Do you know why he does this job? Because he wants to save all the darkness? It's impossible for him to do it alone."
"He never thought of getting out of the darkness, he just wanted to let the people who came after him feel the ray of light, the ray of hope that came out of the tearing hole in the darkness. A person like you really doesn't deserve to be his father."
"You can have a son like Tang Si, I really don't think you taught him well."
Her words were full of sarcasm, she was not worth it for Tang Si.
There was no need to save such a black-hearted man.
After Song Yi finished speaking, she only felt her heart throbbing, and she felt dull and depressed.
How could there be such a father? She couldn't feel any love for Tang Si from Wen Xiang.
Song Yi left directly after speaking, not wanting to talk more.
Li glanced at Wen Xiang, didn't speak, and followed Song Yi upstairs.
Song Yi went upstairs facing the cold wind, Tang Si's face and figure floated clearly in her mind, and the scenes of the scenes fell heavily in her heart.
The job of a criminal policeman is to see darkness and filth all the time, and Tang Si's private life is not so comfortable.
Tang Si's mellow and pleasant voice was also lingering in her ears, and he jumped off a building, he committed suicide, and he didn't want to live.
It was the first time I met his lazy and decadent aura under his wild skin.
To be honest, Wen Wenxiang's arrival today made the immature guess in her mind come true.
Tang Si's depression may be mild or severe.