After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

How could Song's mother be willing to pay 20,000 yuan at once?

And even if she was ignorant, she could see that the thug had only dislocated his arm, and the medical expenses plus convalescent expenses would not cost more than 20,000 yuan, at most only a few thousand yuan.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go to the hospital with you, and I'll pay for your medical expenses directly."

If you pay it directly to the hospital, the medical expenses will definitely be less.

The yellow-haired man could see what she was thinking at a glance.

"It's up to you. It's 20,000 yuan, not a cent less. It doesn't matter whether you go or not."

He was determined to get the money, and he would get it no matter what Song's mother said.

After running around for so long, they didn't get anything done and got injured. They didn't dare say anything in front of the boss, but they could still get some benefits from Song's mother.

Song's mother's heart, already heavy, sank even more.

She opened her mouth to say something, but her lips trembled for a long time and she couldn't say anything. She only said:

"Twenty thousand is too much. I really can't afford it. Can you give me less?"

Hearing this, the yellow-haired man and the injured thug seemed to have heard some huge joke.

"A lot? You took 500,000 yuan from our boss, and you still think 20,000 yuan is too much? Anyway, my brother is injured, you have to take the 20,000 yuan whether you can afford it or not!"

As he spoke, the yellow-haired man grabbed the collar of Song's mother's neck and dragged her forward as if she was carrying garbage.

Song's mother was dragged so hard that her feet were almost off the ground.

Her body kept leaning forward, as if she would fall to the ground if he let go.

How could her old bones withstand such torture?

"Where are you taking me?"

Huang Mao snorted coldly: "Aren't you going to the hospital with us? It's a good opportunity to let the doctor take a look at you too."

Mother Song was extremely panicked.

"I'm not sick, I'm not going!"

The yellow-haired man dragged her and wouldn't let go.

"Whether you are sick or not is not up to you, but up to me."

Hearing the threat in his words, Song's mother was really at a loss and said quickly: "I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you!"

After hearing this, the yellow-haired man let her go, with a smug smile on his face, looking very disgusting.

"It just takes two days. I don't have that much money on me. I'll go to the bank and call you when I've got it."

The yellow-haired man glared at her fiercely.

"Don't play any tricks on me, you old fool!"

"I dare not, I dare not! I really don't have that much money on me. If I did, I would definitely give it to you now. Don't worry, I will call you as soon as I withdraw the money."

Hearing this, the yellow-haired man snorted coldly and left with the injured thug.

At the same time, Song Mai took Chu Xing and walked a long way until they could no longer see any trace of the company.

She stared blankly at the street lights in the distance, her eyes vague and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking, but she just held the man's hand tightly and didn't let go.

After a while, just when the man was about to speak, the woman's voice sounded faintly.

【why? 】

【Why can't I ever escape? 】

"Song Mai."

Chu Xing called her with some concern.

However, the woman did not react at all and continued to stand straight.

Chu Xing called her again, but still no one answered.

Her condition made the man very worried. He pulled hard, and the woman screamed and fell backwards defenselessly.

Just when Song Mai thought she was going to fall, the man firmly wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her into his arms.

Song Mai put one hand on his chest, his heart beating rapidly.

"you……"

She opened her eyes wide, somewhat afraid to look directly at the man in front of her, with traces of tears still on her face.

Chu Xing put his arms around her waist, his voice was cool and pleasant.

"Cry if you want to."

There was a faint cold smell on him, which lingered at the tip of her nose at this moment, as if reminding her of the distance between them.

Song Mai was indeed very sad. It was not because she still had hope for Song's mother, but because she could not understand why a mother could be so cruel to her own daughter and not care about her life or death for money.

As a mother, she herself is afraid of Liu Weiqiang and worried about what Liu Weiqiang will do to the Song family. Doesn't she worry about her daughter's safety at all?

[Yes, if she had cared about me as her daughter, things wouldn't have turned out like this.]

The man's words rang in her ears, and she felt a sense of security for no reason.

It seemed as if he could feel all the grievances accumulated in his chest.

Tears burst like a dam.

Maybe people are just like this. They can endure being wronged when they are alone, but if they meet someone they care about and who can make them feel safe, then they can no longer bear the grievance.

Song Mai started crying silently at first, then she started to gasp quietly, and finally she burst into tears.

The man held her in silence and wiped her tears silently.

Until the clothes on his shoulders were soaked with her tears, Song Mai was finally tired of crying, and her little face was as red as a tabby cat.

She looked at the man's shoulders which were soaked with sweat, and left his arms somewhat embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, I was too emotional just now and got your clothes dirty. I'll wash them for you when I get home."

"Need not."

The man took off his windbreaker, revealing a simple and clean white shirt underneath. Under the setting sun, he looked gentler and more beautiful.

Song Mai suddenly didn't dare to look at him. He didn't seem to have changed much, but Song Mai always felt that the way he looked at her was a little different.

It seemed like there was something more, and something less, but she couldn't tell exactly what was different.

"Go back?"

"it is good."

Song Mai nodded, then walked towards the direction where the electric scooter was parked.

But after taking two steps the man didn't move, and she realized that her hand was still holding his.

"You're still reluctant to let go?"

The man's tone was lazy, and his words were somewhat teasing, and Song Mai blushed all the way to her ears.

Even the back of her fair neck had a faint pink hue.

She quickly let go of his hand and apologized like a child who had done something wrong.

"Yes, sorry!"

"Just kidding."

The man chuckled, but this time he took the initiative to hold her hand.

"Let's go."

His hands were dry and warm.

Just enough to cover Song Mai's hand.

Song Mai followed him all the way. He walked very fast. Perhaps because of his long legs, his steps were bigger, so she had to jog from time to time to keep up with him.

When crossing the road, the man stopped to wait for the red light. Song Mai didn't stop for a moment, and her little face hit his back hard, making her nose red.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do that."

She apologized subconsciously, causing the man to frown.

"How many times?"

Song Mai was puzzled by his incoherent question.