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When Xiang Wanhua was young, she met someone who was not nice to her. Before she got married, that person treated her very well, and she lived a happy life.

One year after their marriage, she gave birth to her daughter Xiang Jin.

The days passed happily like this for a few years, and later, after the accident happened to that person's career, he gradually seemed to have changed his personality. He often drank and gambled, and even punched her when he was drunk.

Life was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds, and Xiang Wanhua couldn't stand such a life, so she filed for divorce with her husband, but her husband disagreed.In a quarrel accident, Xiang Wanhua was pushed downstairs by that person and was seriously injured. It was the six-year-old Xiang Jin who called the police. With the help of the police, she was able to get a divorce.

The divorced Xiang Wanhua lived alone with her daughter Xiang Jin, and suffered a lot. It was not until Xiang Jin was eight years old that she met Song Yuanzhou.

Song Yuanzhou was very kind to her. He had just lost his wife at that time, and Xiang Wanhua accompanied him through the period of underestimation in his life. After that, Song Yuanzhou married Xiang Wanhua, and Xiang Wanhua took Xiang Jin with him. Live in the Song family.

Song Yuanzhou has only one daughter, Song Ling, who is four years older than Xiang Jin. When Xiang Wanhua's mother and daughter entered the Song family, Song Ling was 12 years old. She had just lost her mother at that time. resentment.

A stranger brought a strange girl to live in her home, and used her mother's things to call her father and father... But 12-year-old Song Ling was full of resentment towards all of this, she Hate her father, cold-blooded and ruthless.

When Song Ling was 13 years old, the Song Group was in crisis and offended many people.

Because of this, Song Ling was also kidnapped by the enemy. The kidnappers demanded a ransom of 3000 million from the Song family. Song Ling was bound hand and foot, and locked in a dark bungalow. For ten days, she did not wait for any news from her father. The most important thing is the wanted warrant from the Criminal Police Brigade.

The kidnappers were desperate and planned to die with her, so they blew up the bungalow with explosives.

Song Ling still remembers the last words that the hideous kidnapper said to her before he died. He said: [I never thought that Song Yuanzhou would be so heartless that he didn't even care about the life or death of his own daughter]

The bungalow was blown up, but the kidnappers were not killed, but they were surrounded by the police, but there was no way out.The kidnappers shot at her, but the shot missed her. By accident, it hit Xiang Jin, who was only nine years old at the time. The shot went into the chest, saving the entire life. For two days and one night, almost wanted to kill her.

Song Ling heard Xiang Jin close her eyes and call her the last "sister."

Since then, Song Ling has changed her attitude towards Xiang Wanhua's mother and daughter. After all, the shot was shot for her. Looking at the dying Xiang Jin, Song Ling felt compassion for the first time. I watched her for a whole year, but since then, Xiang Jin hurt her heart and her health has not been good, and Song Ling still remembers that shot, and always feels that she owes Xiang Jin and treats her very well.

Young girls are always easily moved, and Song Ling is no exception, let alone such a life-and-death event.The love and care she didn't get from her father, but she felt it again from a girl who had no blood relationship with her.

Xiang Jin has also been disguised very well. In front of her, she has always had a weak and innocent smiling face. That shot made Song Ling completely put her in the most important position in her heart.

When Song Ling was 19 years old, Song Yuanzhou had an incurable disease. Before she passed away, she entrusted Song's business to her. At the same time, she also did something for Song Ling. She sent Xiang Jin, who was only 15 years old at the time, to study in the UK. .

This walk is nine years.

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In Qingyunwan Villa, Xiang Wanhua hasn't seen her daughter for many years, and she has been thinking about her.

It was Song Yuanzhou's agreement with her to let Xiang Jin go to the UK. Now that Xiang Jin has finished reading the book, that agreement is no longer binding.

It was always her only daughter, who hadn't seen each other for nine years, the moment Xiang Jin pushed the door in, Xiang Wanhua had already burst into tears.

Standing at the door, Xiang Jin looked at the people in the room from a distance. He didn't feel too much sadness or joy, so he just pursed his lips and called out: "Mom."

Some people are cold and cold, but it is because they have never felt love.

From the memory, all the love Xiang Jin felt came from the mother in front of him, but that kind of care, in that kind of life, seemed extremely cheap.

Sometimes, she hates why she can't recognize people clearly, and hates why she brought her into this world. What she brings to her, except for that little bit of humble and cheap love, is all the beginning of pain.

She loathes her.

"Is my room upstairs?" Xiang Jin asked, bending her lips.

Xiang Wanhua's tearful eyes, the moment she caught a glimpse of Xiang Jin's expression, she suddenly felt a little dazed, she walked forward, but stopped halfway, and all the caring words on her lips became: "Upstairs, the stairs The room on the left of the entrance, Mom has cleaned up for you."

"Thank you." Xiang Jin said quietly, and stepped past her to go up the stairs.

Xiang Wanhua turned around, looked at her back going upstairs, her lips trembled slightly, and suddenly called her: "A Jin..."

Xiang Jin stood halfway up the stairs, stopped, and didn't look back.

Xiang Wanhua pursed the corners of her lips hesitantly, and finally asked her: "Do you still hate your mother for sending you out of the country?"

Xiang Jin lowered her eyes, looked at her feet, with indifference in her eyes, and admitted, "Yes."

Xiang Wanhua felt like a knife was being twisted in her heart, and called her: "Ah Jin, Mom has no choice but to..."

Xiang Jin turned around, looked condescendingly at the person standing downstairs, and suddenly sneered, "Don't tell me that you are forced to. Your current status in the Song family is all because of my gunshot back then. You It brought me nothing but this life that I couldn't refuse. When I left nine years ago, I told you, don't try to get anything from me."

She turned her gaze, looked at all the furnishings in the house, and said with a smile: "You should be lucky, the only remaining politeness Song Ling has to you is because of me."

After she finished speaking, without showing any affection, she turned around and went upstairs, and went back to her room, closing the door with a bang.

Xiang Wanhua stood there in a daze, she looked up at the closed door, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

That look reminded her suddenly of Xiang Jin's biological father.

Some people's hearts cannot be warmed by nature.

At the gate of Jiangyuan Villa, Song Ling drove Shen Zhao back by car. She cried for a long time, but she didn't speak all the way, she leaned back on the back chair and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

The car was parked in the garage, Song Ling unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, went around to the other side to open the door, just as she reached out to unbuckle her seat belt, the person in her arms suddenly woke up.

Shen Zhao opened his dazed eyes, was in a daze for a long time, and then asked softly, "Are you here?"

Song Ling stared at her reddish eye sockets, knowing that she was tired recently, with a lot of things to do at the beginning of school, plus reviewing for exams, running back and forth between the school and the hospital every day, without even having time to rest.

Song Ling felt sorry for her, hummed, and stretched out her hand to pass under her arm, intending to hug her down, but Shen Zhao was startled, put his hands on her shoulders, suddenly smiled, and said, "I'll go by myself, Can you hold it?"

Song Ling pursed her lips, "You are so light, why can't I hold you?"

Shen Zhao slightly pushed her arm, but didn't let her hold it, and snorted lightly: "No matter how light it is, you can't hold it."

"I can't hug her, but I can always carry her on my back?" Song Ling looked down at her and said with a smile.

Shen Zhao glanced at her, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with you today, you treat me so well? Can't I even walk?"

Song Ling smiled, took off her coat and handed it over, Shen Zhao caught it, and then saw Song Ling bent down in front of her and said, "Come on."

Shen Zhao hugged her coat, startled by her, "Song Ling, are you serious?"

Song Ling propped her hands on her knees, half bent her body, and looked back at her: "Today, I just want to treat you better, and I want to carry you back to the house."

Shen Zhao's mood turned better for no reason, she frowned and looked at her with a smile: "Song Ling, don't you have done something wrong to treat me so well?"

Song Ling was slightly startled, then stretched out her hand and pulled her over, wrapped her around her neck, and threatened her: "Can't you come up?"

Shen Zhao lay on her back and pressed his whole body on her without any reservations. She smiled and said, "I'm still angry."

Song Ling has never recited anyone before, Shen Zhao is the first and also the first time.

"Azhao, I just want to be nicer to you, even better."

What a simple and ordinary sentence, but it made Shen Zhao feel sour in his heart. She leaned on her back, wrapped her hands tightly around her, and cried in her voice: "Aren't you good enough for me?"

Song Ling knew that she must be crying again, she pulled her lips and smiled: "I still want to be better."

Shen Zhao pressed his face against her back, rubbed against her nostalgically, and said in a dependent way: "You are so kind to me, if I can't leave you forever, what should I do?"

"Then never leave for the rest of your life." Song Ling said softly, "OK?"

Shen Zhao sucked his sour nose, and murmured in response: "Okay."

There are too many warm words tonight, so much that she feels unreal.She doesn't know if there is a definite number of happiness in this world, if there is, she hopes to have less at this moment, so that it won't be used up all at once.

Song Ling carried her to the door, turned around, pointed her at the door, and said, "The key is in the coat pocket."

The coat was in Shen Zhao's hand. She felt for it but couldn't find it. She suddenly thought about the day's affairs and said, "Isn't there a code? I've never used a combination lock before. What's the code?"

Song Ling was startled, and said softly: "0217"

Shen Zhao reached out to press the password, and after a few seconds, he heard a ding, and the door opened.

She asked, "Is 0217 your birthday?"

Song Ling: "No."

"Whose birthday is that?" Shen Zhao asked puzzled.

Song Ling paused slightly: "It's not anyone, just set it up casually."

Shen Zhao closed the door without thinking too much, and let Song Ling carry her upstairs to her room.

Song Ling put her on the bed, and just about to straighten her back, suddenly a pair of hands came up behind her, and she pulled her back without waiting for her to react. Both of them stumbled, Shen Zhao lay on the bed on his back, Song Ling supported his hands, and knelt on one knee On the bed, between her legs, so that the whole body is not pressed against her.

Shen Zhao also froze for a moment, did not expect to be in this posture, his face was a little blushing, and he asked her softly, "Where are you going?"

Song Ling smiled and leaned over to look at her: "I'm not going anywhere, I just want to straighten my waist."

Shen Zhao raised his eyebrows, "Your back hurts?"

Song Ling: "A little bit."

Shen Zhao knew that she was carrying her own back, and it was a girl's home. No matter how strong she was, she would not be able to carry it for so long. She supported her arm, making a gesture to sit up, and said, "Then I will hold it for you." One click."

Song Ling grabbed her with one hand, then pushed her back, with a smile in her eyes, she said, "Do you think it's time to press her waist?"

Shen Zhao immediately reacted, staring at her and slowly moved down to her waist, and deliberately said: "Is that so, I'm afraid your waist won't be able to exert strength—"

Before she finished speaking, Song Ling leaned over and kissed her, bit her lips carefully, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I have strength."