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What Sang Qing said was right, he couldn't possibly win the lawsuit, and he really went to hear the verdict that day.

He searched all the legal popular websites he could search, and asked all the people he could ask, regardless of whether he, a poor student with nothing, could compete with the rich and powerful Sang Group. He can't even afford the fees of lawyers at the same level.

At the most emotional moment of the night, Tang Yuan even thought about selling the house. He arbitrarily felt that if he could raise the mulberry leaves, even if he gave up the only thing his parents left for his children, his sister and brother-in-law would not blame him in heaven. .But in fact, even this last way out was blocked - Sang Ye's custody rights were not finalized for a day, and no one had the authority to sell his parents' inheritance.

Sang Ye's nominal grandfather is nearly eighty years old, not only has he delegated the Sang family to his eldest son, but he also heard that he has been ill for many years and has recuperated abroad.Tang Yuan was puzzled why Sang's parents and grandsons insisted on competing for the child left by their grandfather's illegitimate son.No benefits, no family ties, and the risk of having a piece of the family property divided, what are you trying to do?

It's not about taking revenge on a four-year-old child for the meddling of his brother-in-law's biological mother.

Even though Tang Yuan was never used to speculate on others with dark thoughts, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

Sang Qing always planned to send someone to pick up Sang Ye, and the time came in a blink of an eye.After explaining the ins and outs with Sang Ye, the little boy who had just lost his parents showed a calmness that was different from ordinary people. He only asked a few questions and went to pack his little schoolbag silently.

What he asked was: Will I ever see my uncle again?Do I need to change kindergarten after moving there?Is that "cousin" named Sang Qingshi fierce?

Tang Yuan has the right to visit Sang Ye on weekends, and he can take him home for a short stay during the holidays, which was promised in the supplementary documents Sang Qing asked his assistant to give him.The kindergarten needs to be changed for a very simple reason. Now the grade of this school is not in the eyes of Sang Qingshi, and the degree of the international bilingual school has already been arranged.

As for the last question, Tang Yuan thought about it seriously, and based on the principle of not deceiving children, he said fairly: It is a bit serious, but not fierce.

Sang Qingshi really gave him the same feeling, his words were sharp, he didn't show affection, but he was polite and self-cultivated.

"Uncle Tangyuan, don't cry." Sang Ye packed a few of his beloved toys, then came out with big and small bags, climbed up on the chair by the dining table with hands and feet, and sat next to Tang Yuan to comfort him.

"Little Yezi, it's my uncle who is useless and can't take care of you by your side." Compared to the calm and composed little girl Sang Ye, Tang Yuan's mood collapsed.He stared at the clock on the wall and fell into a deep sadness, just as he had waited outside the operating room door for the doctor to open the door three weeks ago.

After tonight, he was truly alone from now on.It can no longer be the same as before, running home as soon as the weekend is off, sharing a bunk bed with Sang Ye, waiting for the brother-in-law who got up early to make it himself, or the sister who ran in the morning brought breakfast from the snack stand.Nor can you hug Sang Ye's small body tightly when you are helpless, telling yourself that there is still a way to go in life, and that he is not alone.

Tang Yuan wiped his eyes indiscriminately, and forced a smile, "Uncle is not crying, uncle is blinded."

"I'm not a three-year-old child. There are no windows at home, and there is no wind. How can sand blind my eyes?" Sang Ye pierced mercilessly.

"Then I'm...that's..." Tang Yuan didn't make up a reason even after a long time.

Sang Ye sighed like an adult, and interrupted him: "Tang Yuan, don't be sad, I will come back to see you often, I can read the map, and I can also take the bus."

Tang Yuan broke into tears and laughed, "It's better to say goodbye, you will be sent to the police station by the driver uncle if you take the bus alone."

"Well, that's right." Sang Ye nodded in agreement, showing a bit distressed expression, "But you can't always visit me, you have to go to school, work part-time, and have a girlfriend in the future. I'm afraid you don't have much time."

Although he didn't understand where Xiao Sangye's cognition came from in the last sentence, Tang Yuan admitted that it was indeed the case. In addition to attending classes, he had to work two jobs a day, a restaurant in the afternoon and a convenience store in the evening. It was early in the morning, and there was no way to see the mulberry leaves.In the future, in order to earn enough tuition and living expenses, he will only get busier and busier.

He remembered what Sang Qing said that day, saying that he had no money and no time to take care of Xiao Yezi, which were all ugly truths.

At least in the future, Xiao Yezi won't have to wait alone in the kindergarten for two more hours in order to wait for him to get off work, and then be sent home to stay alone until midnight. He is obviously still not old enough to brush his teeth by himself in the sink.

When the doorbell rang, Tang Yuan bounced like a frightened rabbit, and the clock on the wall reached the hour, which was exactly the same as the time agreed by Sang Qingshi.

He removed the largest suitcase on the door, and reluctantly opened the door.

Sang Qingshi put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, standing tall and straight in front of his eyes, appearing a little suddenly.

Tang Yuan blinked, and asked puzzledly, "Why did you come in person?"

"A meeting was canceled temporarily, and I just have time." Sang Qingshi briefly explained, his eyes fell on the small figure behind Tang Yuan.

When Xiao Sangye was also looking at Sang Qing, Shaoqing stretched out a chubby little hand, and said solemnly: "Hello, my name is Sang Ye, I am the same as you, Sang Ye, you can call me Xiao Ye." leaf."

Sang Qing, who had seen strong winds and waves in the business field, paused, bent down and shook the little hand back, a bit of confusion appeared in her usually calm pupils.

"Hello, little leaf, I'm yours..." Sang Qing was old and standing, even though he knew it was okay for Sang Ye to call him his cousin, he felt somewhat uncomfortable, so he temporarily changed his words: "Guardian."

"You haven't raised a child, have you?" Sang Ye accurately captured the blank expression on Sang Qing's face at that moment, and then nodded in understanding, "Don't worry, I'm easy to take care of, and I won't cause any trouble for you .”

After speaking, I turned my head and thought for a while, and added: "But I'm a bit picky eater, mainly because I'm allergic to all nuts, and I can't eat them at all, but I will pay attention before eating."

Sang Qing glanced at Tang Yuan, "Your uncle didn't tell me about this."

Sang Ye shrugged, "Our glutinous rice balls are a bit forgetful, but he is still young and will grow up."

Sang Qingshi's veins twitched for some reason.

Under Sang Qingshi's complicated gaze, Tang Yuan hurriedly defended himself: "I haven't had time to say..."

Just when he picked it up, Tang Yuan turned around to look through Sang Ye's small schoolbag, pulled out a small light blue book from the interlayer, and held it in front of Sang Qingshi. "Mr. Sang, these are some of the daily living habits of Little Leaf that I sorted out. You can take a look."

When the book was opened, it was densely handwritten with small characters, the fonts were round and neat, and the content was specially marked with colored pens, circled and drawn, like a diary of a primary school student. "He has a very severe allergy to nuts. His throat will swell when he touches a little bit, and he will not be able to breathe. If you give him chocolate and candy, you must be careful."

Tang Yuan turned the book to the back, and there was a double-folded card stapled inside, "I found this from my sister's bag, and it should be the record of Xiao Yezi's vaccinations since birth. Except for allergies, he is healthy in other respects. He rarely gets sick, and he is considered tall among children of the same age."

"Thanks, I'll take a closer look."

When Sang Qing took it, he found that Tang Yuan did not let go of his hand. He raised his eyes and saw emotions other than reluctance on Tang Yuan's face-vigilance and distrust.

Sure enough, Tang Yuan said, "Mr. Sang, can I go together?"

Sang Qing raised her eyebrows.

"I'll take a look and leave. Little Yezi is only four years old. I have to make sure that his living environment is suitable." When Tang Yuan looked at Sang Qing stubbornly and firmly, everyone could understand the meaning behind his words.

Although the Sang family is the original family of Sang Ye, it has nothing to do with the word "family". Even Sang Ye's father had little contact with this group of people when he was an adult.One is that his status is embarrassing, and the other is that Mr. Sang has ceased to be in charge of the family since his poor health, so naturally he doesn't care about his children and grandchildren outside the door.

The orphans in the outer room who fell into the hands of the main house, whoever wants to come, are lucky not to be abused.Over the past few days, Tang Yuan was so frightened that he was restless and had trouble sleeping and eating.

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Ben was ready to fight hard, but Sang Qingshi agreed readily.

There are not many things that Sang Ye is willing to take away. A few sets of clothes, a small blanket and some books and toys will fill a medium-sized suitcase, as if she is just going to Sang's house for a vacation.Tang Yuan was afraid that he would be useless when he needed it, so he secretly stuffed another canvas bag and carried it on his shoulder.The driver waited downstairs, saw them coming down, and took the initiative to take the luggage from Tang Yuan's hand.

Sang Qingshi didn't talk to the big and small sitting in the back row all the way, and listened to Tang Yuan chatting to Sang Ye in the background of the soothing music of the radio station.

Tang Yuan's voice was somewhere between a teenager and a young man, looking through the rearview mirror, it matched his half-child-like face very well.Sang Ye looks a bit like his uncle, probably like his siblings, and the son follows his mother.

Listening carefully to the content of their conversation, Sang Qing couldn't help but reflect on what he had done.

It is indeed cruel, but in the long run, it is good for Sang Ye and Tang Yuan, at least they don't have to worry about money and life.

And when he was Sangqing, he was not a saint, nor a philanthropist, nor did he have the cultivation level to adopt orphans on the street with overflowing love.There is only one purpose for doing this - he needs an "heir" to stop the mouths of the two uncles who are coveting the family business.

Of course, he never raised this idea to Tang Yuan. First of all, Sang Ye was still young, and it was too early to talk about qualifications and abilities.Second, he still needs time to convince his father.

If in another ten or twenty years, the second- and third-bedrooms still make a fuss about the rumors of the year, forcing him and his father to hand over the power on the grounds that he has no children, Sang Ye, the grandson of Sang's parents, is the best way to deal with them One card, maybe at that time father will agree with his current decision.