Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Su Mubai was talking on the phone on the balcony. Cui Sanning turned around and closed the door gently and went downstairs.

Aunt Chen is cleaning up the messy living room.

"Sang Sang." Aunt Chen called her.

Cui Sanning nodded, his eyes coldly falling on the person sitting on the sofa.

She looked at Aunt Chen: "We'll clean it up later. I want to drink porridge. Please cook me a bowl."

Only then did Aunt Chen remember that it was indeed time to make dinner. She didn't finish lunch at all today, so she must be hungry.

His gaze went back and forth between father and daughter, and Sangsang was afraid that he had something to say.

She said: "Okay, I'll do it for you right now."

With that said, he entered the kitchen.

Cui Sanning came down the stairs, walked to the living room and sat across from Su Qinghua.

She didn't even have time to change her shoes just now, she was still wearing high heels.

Put your knees together, your back straight and dignified, put your hands on your legs, face to face with him, looking at each other in silence.

Su Qinghua looked at her posture and saw that she looked exactly like her mother.

Scholarly family, dignified and elegant.

He once fell in love with her, but later he finally got tired of her ladylike appearance.

He said: "You look a lot like your mother."

Cui Sanning moved her hand on her lap. What qualifications do you have to mention my mother.

But his expression was unusually calm: "Yes, I am very lucky."

I'm glad to be like my mother and not like you.

This is the first face-to-face conversation between the two of them in all the years she has been in Beijing.

She didn't even look at him directly. Cui Sanning looked at the increasingly unfamiliar face, sarcastic in her heart. She didn't want to admit that she still had fantasies about him before today and even now.

It's okay to have even a hint of guilt and regret.

But he didn't.

I hate myself for having expectations for him.

Looking away, Cui Sanning straightened the hem of his windbreaker.

When I raised my eyes again, everything was clear and clear.

His words were calm, but what he said was a naked threat: "My brother is very important to me. If anything happens to him because of you, I will definitely fight you to the death."

"My mother and I are different."

Look him directly in the eyes: "If you feel a little guilty, don't force him."

"You know, I am the only child in the Cui family, and my grandfather has many disciples. I can try anything I want."

Su Qinghua looked at Cui Sanning in shock. This was the first time in so many years that she showed her sharp thorns in front of him.

For the first time, the incident twenty years ago was brought to light.

He knew she was right. She was the heart and soul of the Cui family. Cui Zhixu's influence was not only in the literary world, but also in the political world.

How many disciples did he have in the red wall? His only granddaughter had to be raised by him personally and inherit everything from him, including these.

She was clearly warning his father that if he touched someone she cared about, she would make it difficult for him to move forward.

They looked at each other in silence, this time she wouldn't give an inch.

She would protect each of them just as they had protected her as a child.

Su Mubai leaned against the corner of the second floor and listened completely to her words.

Feeling distressed and relieved at the same time. She was right, she was different from her mother.

After a moment, he stepped downstairs.

Hearing the footsteps, Cui Sanning raised his head: "Brother."

Su Mubai looked directly past Su Qinghua and said to Cui Sanning: "I'll take you back first. I'll let you know when grandpa wakes up."

Before, he hoped that she could stay here for a while, but now Su Mubai felt that this place was really dirty and there was nothing to stay in.

Cui Sanning stood up: "Okay."

Aunt Chen came out with porridge: "Sang Sang, drink the porridge before leaving."

"No more." Cui Sanning looked calm. She had no appetite.

It's just an excuse.

Su Mubai sent Cui Sanning home and left alone.

The warm light of the setting sun spread on the ground through the floor-to-ceiling windows, extending to Cui Sanning's feet. She leaned against the door, slid down and sat on the ground.

Su Mubai got into the car but did not start the car, smoking one cigarette after another.

When Cui Sanning was a child, she didn't understand why her brother didn't want to go back to Suzhou with her mother, but later she understood.

It's for her and her mother.

For twenty years, grandpa has not caused trouble to Su Qinghua because grandpa promised grandpa that the Su family will only have one heir, his brother.

It was an inheritance and transfer written in black and white. At the age of eighteen, Su Mubai got everything in the Su family and surpassed Su Qinghua to become the leader of the Su family.

And Su Qinghua has nothing. The Su family will support him, but that's it. The Su family's property will have nothing to do with him.

This is Grandpa's guilt towards Mom, and it is also the result of his foresight.

He knew very well that the Su family had no future in the hands of Su Qinghua. On the contrary, Su Mubai had been his proudest and most valued grandson since he was a child.

But for Su Mubai, the reasons that drove him to stay in the Su family were not as complicated as so many entangled interests.

Just because, as long as he is here, no one else will be able to enter the Su family's door, and Su Qinghua will have to bear the reputation of abandoning his wife and cheating on his daughter for the rest of his life, and that woman will always be the mistress.

Destroying other people's families, trying to murder his sister, and then trying to break into someone else's house is simply a fantasy.

Not to mention that Su Mubai is alive and well, even if he dies, as long as his tablet is still placed in the Su family's ancestral temple, no one can think of it!

After sitting on the ground for a long time, Cui Sanning calmed down, stood up slowly, changed his shoes and clothes, as if nothing happened.

She curled up on the sofa and turned on the TV, but her mind was empty.

Silence is another expression of collapse.

……

Quan Yu's car was parked at the entrance of Xiangse Studio. After hanging up the unanswered phone call, he got out of the car and entered the studio.

We agreed to pick her up at the studio today.

Quan Yu came out after a while.

He picked up the phone and hesitated for a while, then placed his fingertips on top of "Sang Sang", and finally dialed Su Mubai's number.

The night was covered with the setting sun, and the only sound in the house was the sound of the TV.

The doorbell was rang two or three times before Cui Sanning responded.

When I got up from the sofa, I felt dizzy due to low blood sugar. I held on to the sofa for a while before walking to the door.

Looking out of the peephole, Uncle San was talking on the phone with a serious look on his face.

After being stunned for a while, Cui Sanning remembered that she was going to his house to have her paintings repaired today, and he made an appointment to pick her up at the studio.

She forgot.

Open the door and meet each other's eyes.

"I'm sorry, I forgot." The first thing he said when opening the door was an apology.

The mobile phone in Quan Yu's hand was still pressed to his ear. The moment the door opened, he looked up and heard her say sorry.

There was originally a lot to say, but at this moment when we met, it seemed like there was nothing to say.

She was wearing milky white pajamas, long sleeves and long trousers, her long hair was tied casually with a rubber band, not loose or tight, her face was very ugly, her originally big and bright eyes were a little dim, and she looked up at herself in confusion. .

Thousands of words just mean that when she is sad, he wants to be by her side, no matter what status he is in.