Chapter 314 He doesn’t understand why God is so cruel

"It doesn't matter. I didn't take this matter to my heart at the beginning. It's up to you to decide who you like." Sancho's voice was sweet and soft, with a comforting tone.

Her words did succeed in soothing Ah He's mood, but they made Shangguan Yuan's face darken.

Realizing that something was wrong with Shangguan Yuan, Meng Jiahe immediately spoke out to save her, "That makes sense! But I only like A Yuan."

"It's best like this." Shangguan Yuan's expression improved slightly.

Thinking of the second time he met Ah Box, Sang Qingran was there. If he hadn't walked over with an umbrella at that time, the person who took Ah Box to the hospital would have been Sang Qingran.

Then could it be that the person standing next to Ah He now also becomes Sang Qingran?

"Let's go, let's go. It's getting late. It's time for Qiaoqiao and the others to rest, and so are we." Meng Jiahe took Shangguan Yuan's hand and planned to go back to the room.

"Yeah." Shangguan Yuan was reluctantly pulled away by her, and the two of them were still whispering after they left the room.

Obviously talking about the topic about Sang Qingran just now.

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They stayed on this trip for seven days in total. After they got off the plane, Meng Jiahe and Shangguan Yuan went back to the company first.

Sancho and Si Chenli sent Mr. Sang back to his old house, but the old man was still reluctant to leave. "Qiaoqiao, Xiaoli, if you are free, come and sit here often."

"Okay, Grandpa, if you're not used to it, would you like to live with us?"

Sancho saw the tears in his grandfather's eyes, and felt a little strange in his heart.

"No, I'll get used to it in two days. You can go back." Mr. Sang waved his hand and refused. He knew very well that he couldn't live with Qiao Qiao and the others all the time. Besides, he couldn't bear to leave his old house.

He always has to get used to it.

Sancho knew that the old house held many memories for his grandfather, so he did not try to persuade him, "Don't you know how to use WeChat? You can send me a message."

"Okay, I'll study it later." Mr. Sang couldn't bear to give up, with a smile on his face.

"Well, it's close anyway, so I can come back and have dinner with you tomorrow." Sancho said softly.

"Okay, let's go and get busy. You guys have been playing with me for so many days, and the company has assigned a lot of things to do."

"good."

After Sancho and Si Chenli left Sang's house, Mrs. Sang came out of the kitchen. She was holding a glass of water and felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Her condition is getting better and better, with almost no seizures. Her brain is getting clearer and clearer, and her past actions are constantly being replayed in her mind.

Whenever she thought of what she had done to Qiao Qiao, she became more panicked, and she didn't even dare to see Qiao Qiao, let alone make up for it.

"Dad, you are back from playing."

"Yeah." Mr. Sang leaned on the sofa and stared at the ceiling.

Mrs. Sang put the cup filled with warm water on the table and sat silently beside it without disturbing the old man.

The living room was quiet for a while, and then the door was pushed open. As soon as Sang Shen heard the news that they were coming back today, he asked people to push back all the arrangements.

But he came back too late and could only watch their car drive away from a distance.

He has been observing his grandfather's circle of friends these days, but found that nothing was posted, and he could not see any photos of his grandfather and Qiao Qiao.

"Grandpa, have you been playing for so long without even taking any photos?"

"Yes, on the phone, we wore Hanfu, took photos at various scenic spots, and went fishing." Mr. Sang was looking forward to seeing something, so he put the phone on the table without hesitation.

When he mentioned the fun activities on the road, Mr. Sang couldn't help but smile.

Grandpa's cell phone did not have a password set, so Sang Shen opened the photo album directly and saw photos of Qiao Qiao, Si Chenli, A He and Shangguan Yuan.

He selected a few group photos of Qiao Qiao and his grandfather, as well as a single photo of Qiao Qiao, and sent them to his WeChat account before returning his grandfather's phone.

Mrs. Sang was sitting next to her just now, so naturally she also saw it. She felt a little happy in her heart because she was happy for Qiao Qiao.

Even though she was an incompetent mother, Qiao Qiao still grew up well where she couldn't see, and became something she could never make up for.

"Has Qingran been busy lately? Does he know about Ah Hei being with someone else?"

Mr. Sang mentioned this incident casually because he wanted to know what his third grandson was really thinking, although Qingran seemed to have no interest in Ah He at first.

But the children in his Sang family are very tough-talking and sometimes not very smart.

He was just afraid that Qingran's disinterest at that time was just an act...

"The third brother has been busy all the time, but he also took a few days off some time ago. He already knew about Ah Box. When we chatted before, his reaction was very indifferent."

"It's because he is unlucky. It doesn't matter if he doesn't delay Ah He. Xiao Yuan is so nice. He is a perfect match for Ah He." Mr. Sang sighed.

It would be a lie to say that I don’t have any regrets, but it’s good that only Ah He is happy.

Sang Qingran, who happened to come back from outside the gate, heard these words before he could come in, and his steps paused slightly.

His fingertips couldn't help but clenched. Just as he was trying to figure out his feelings, he cruelly learned that Ah Box had never liked him.

Now when I came back, I heard from my own grandfather that he would delay Ah Box.

Sang Qingran didn't know whether to laugh or be sad for a moment. It turned out that his unbearability was not only in his own eyes, but even his own grandfather felt that he was not worthy of the person he liked.

Sang Qingran didn't go in in the end. He turned around and walked out of the old house and called his senior brother.

"Come out and drink."

The person on the other side of the screen heard such an inexplicable sentence and was confused, "You said you wanted to drink?"

"Come or not, I'll give up if you don't come." Sang Qingran walked all the way to the bar.

He rarely drank alcohol since he was a child. Even if he had a small drink with restraint during festivals, he had never experienced the feeling of being drunk.

But today, he wanted to be bold.

"Oh, I see. Is it inconvenient for you to talk now? Are you telling me some secret code? Are you in danger?"

The senior brother on the other side of the phone also sounded serious.

Sang Qingran: "...Look less at what is there and what is not."

He immediately cut off the phone, entered a high-end bar, opened a private room, and sat alone, with all kinds of wine on the table.

Sang Qingran casually opened a bottle, filled the cup, and drank it in one breath. He had never drank like this before, and he choked and coughed violently.

Tears burst out from his eyes, and he could no longer drink a second glass. He lay weakly on the sofa, his eyes moist, he had never gained anything in his life.

He didn't understand, and he couldn't figure it out. He had obviously worked so hard in life, being a good person, saving lives and healing the wounded, so why would God be so cruel to him? He would not leave anything to him.
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