As the saying goes, once unfaithful, a hundred times unfaithful, Song Ye's definition of friends is so strict that it is almost abnormal. She would not tolerate a friend's petty quarrels just because the other person was young and ignorant. For her, who had suffered too many betrayals, she felt that even a little effort in a frivolous and unstable friendship was superfluous.
Originally, when Wang Qianqian took Xiang Qing to hang out with them, Song Ye was willing to show his sincerity. But after such a commotion happened today, Song Ye just regarded it as a rotten appendix and cut it off without any regrets.
"Xiang Qing, don't be stupid. I'm going to find my dad." The girl held her bruised arm. It was obviously very helpful to show her loyalty to Xiang Qing. She turned her head and glared at Song Ye again, and turned to leave. Cry to your father.
Just at this time, a gentle middle-aged man's voice came over, "Qing'er, this is your Uncle Xu's house, why is it so noisy?"
Xiang Qing turned her head and saw that it was her father coming. She was happy and quickly put down her blocking arm and hugged him intimately, "Dad, it's not me."
When the girl saw the person coming, she stopped moving and followed Xiang Qing's words to complain, "Uncle Xiang, I don't blame Qing'er, she did this to help me, wuwu..."
As soon as he saw the little girl crying, Xiang Wenqi's keen observation ability immediately saw that the other girl's skirt was dirty and the skin on her elbow was torn. He frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
When the adult opened his mouth, the girl immediately became emboldened. She stretched out her finger and complained loudly, "It was him who knocked me down just now. He still hasn't apologized to me. That's too much."
Hearing this, Xiang Wenqi's brows furrowed even more tightly. Who dares to cause trouble in the home of his immediate boss? Who is so brainless
As a result, he looked in the direction that the girl was pointing. When he saw that face that was so familiar that his balls ached, Xiang Wenqi's heart skipped a beat. Some not-so-good memories came to his mind, making his temples beat suddenly. stand up.
"Young Master Song is here too." Xiang Wenqi twitched his lips and gave a stiff smile.
"Long time no see, Xiang Ju." Song Ye didn't expect that he would be the first to come forward, looking at him with a half-smile on his face.
Xiang Wenqi's heart twitched, and the corner of his mouth stiffened a little, "Don't show up, just call me uncle." He had not forgotten this ancestor's skill in tormenting people. Although he was a playboy, he could not be offended.
Song Ye curled his lips, feeling extremely amused by this unlucky and dishonest Xiang Ju.
The momentum weakened at this moment, and everyone present was stunned. When they realized what was happening, Xiang Qing stretched out her hand and was already pulling her father's arm, "Dad..." What on earth is going on? Why should he be so polite to Song Ye and hurt others? Shouldn't his father criticize him in public with his words
"Ahem, Qing'er, is there some misunderstanding between you and Mr. Song? You are of similar age, so you should help each other, but you can't just have conflicts." Xiang Wenqi coughed twice in embarrassment, not caring about protecting his face. , turned around and expressed his position tactfully, and by the way, warned his daughter not to mess with Song Ye casually.
This demon king can even beat the police.
How could Xiang Qing understand these scruples in his heart? She stared at her father slightly with disbelief, "Dad, he hit someone. We all saw it. Right and wrong are already very clear."
Looking at his daughter's stubborn face, Xiang Wenqi also had a headache. Before he could speak again, another parent over there hurried over and said, "Feifei, what's going on? Why did you get hurt in just a moment? What's wrong?" If you feel wronged, tell Dad, and Dad will provide you with justice."
It is true that like father, like daughter, when you step forward, you should do justice first regardless of trivial matters.
Song Ye sneered in his heart, his face was cold, and he stood there without leaving, just watching what else this group of people could do.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Dad, it was the two of them who knocked me down and looked down on me." The girl named Feifei nestled in her father's arms like a three-year-old child, pitifully tight.
Seeing that they were going too far, Tang Yixiao couldn't help but retort, "That's not the case. They didn't respect us first and stopped us from leaving."
"Shut up!" The man who claimed to be the Chief of Bureau XXX shouted loudly, glanced at the shabby Tang Yixiao, and said coldly: "Whose child are you from? Let your parents speak out?"
"I, I..." Tang Yixiao didn't expect that the man in front of him was well-dressed, and he kept talking about his family background when he opened and closed his mouth. But they didn't have the support of their parents. They opened their mouths to speak, but in the end they were filled with bitterness.
In this era of fighting for 0 dad, ha...
A big hand suddenly came up on his shoulder, and a force pushed him aside. Tang Yixiao felt like he had run into a warm embrace, and Song Ye's voice could still be clearly heard in his ears, "Protect her."
Tang Yixiao raised his eyes and saw that the person standing in front of him was Xu Zihang, and she was lying in his arms at the moment. As soon as she recognized this fact, her whole face was instantly filled with blood.
"Are you okay?" Xu Zihang touched her head, but he didn't mind.
Tang Yixiao carefully pulled away from his embrace, feeling a surge of nostalgia in his heart. He shook his head and stared at the buttons of his suit.
Over there, Song Ye had already put his hands in his pockets and spoke in a calm tone, "He is no longer a three-year-old child. He doesn't need to be able to speak out about right and wrong, and he doesn't need any bureau or directors or other parents to support him."
Anyone can make insinuations and criticize people.
"You can eat whatever you want, and you can say whatever you want. With so many people here watching, who would use force to exert pressure? It's better for children to be simple while studying, and don't think too darkly about the world." A certain bureau said with a smile. Laughing, he began to bully Song Ye in an official tone.
Song Ye was not afraid, and when he heard this, he didn't even frown. He walked straight to his father and daughter and said calmly: "Oh? Since this gentleman said so selflessly, why not ask your daughter, she just said What did he say and why did I bump into her."
Maybe he didn't expect that the young man in front of him would be so unruly. The man was really shocked by the other person's aura for a moment, but in full view of everyone, he straightened his back and snorted coldly, "Huh, I bumped into someone. There are so many reasons, this is why your parents should come out to strictly discipline you, this is not a place where you can do whatever you want."
"Haha..." Song Ye had sarcasm written in capital letters on his face, and after a long time he still wanted to fight with his father, "I don't have parents, so I don't have any background, but if you really want to teach me a lesson, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."
Although the young man's cold brows were expressionless, his posture at this moment clearly read the word dandy.