Because of the affairs in the Southern Qing Dynasty, Song Xiang kept a distance from An Xuyue after their marriage, and did not change her calling her mother. An Xuyue was very nervous and never asked more questions.
It's just that Song Xiang and Yan Han are husband and wife, and some contact is inevitable.
Rong Boye listened to her words and said, "After breakfast, rest for a while, bring the gift, and go have a look too."
Song Xiang was surprised, "Dad?"
Rong Boye's expression was lukewarm, and he said calmly: "There is no need to be embarrassed because of your mother's affairs. You and Yan Han are already married. There will be several decades to come. Are we going to make sandwich cookies? Your mother and I
None of us are stingy, some things have already happened, there is no room for maneuver, and you don’t need to be implicated in this generation."
If Song Xiang had grown up beside him, he would have stubbornly insisted on keeping a distance between Song Xiang and the Yan family. However, Song Xiang first got to know Yan Han and then recognized him as his father, so he really had no position to bear the emotions of their predecessors.
"I understand." Song Xiang nodded, understanding what Rong Boye meant and couldn't help but be touched.
The only people in this world who can make parents compromise are their children.
She sighed and lowered her head to eat the porridge.
Their relationship between father and daughter is strange. They always talk very little, even when there is no one around.
But it seemed that every time she was in trouble, Rong Boye could guess it before she even opened her mouth and solve it for her quickly.
Song Xiang often wonders what his father is like when his mother is around.
Rong Boye finished breakfast first, and Song Xiang ate slowly. When she went out, she happened to see Yun Yun coming from the path.
"Aunt."
Yun Yun saw her and walked forward, "Are you going out?"
Song Xiang nodded.
"Where's uncle?"
"I'm arguing with your housekeeper." Yun Yun spread her hands, helpless.
Song Xiang laughed. Sure enough, it was Nan Che.
She walked to the garage. Yun Yun saw that Yan Han was not beside her, so she asked one more question.
Song Xiang didn't hide it and said he wanted to see An Xuyue.
Yun Yun obviously knew what happened back then. When she heard that Rong Boye asked Song Xiang to go, she couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Rong is really amazing."
Song Xiang also felt that.
In terms of character and way of doing things, Rong Boye is the most impeccable person she has ever met.
Yun Yun followed her forward and said, "Mr. Rong has remained consistent for so many years, which is really rare."
Song Xiang was not only filled with emotion, but also felt distressed.
Rong Boye was too lonely, and the coldness penetrated into her bones, which frightened her every time. She always felt that her father would quietly leave him. But every time she passed by Nan Qing's room, she saw Rong Boye wiping all kinds of things inside.
Arranging the utensils, she felt as if Nan Qing had always been with Rong Boye and never left.
The two of them were talking, and Yun Yun helped her get into the car.
When they arrived at the hospital, it was obvious that reporters were ambushing them outside, so Song Xiang entered through a special passage.
At the door of the ward, she heard the movement inside and knocked on the door.
It was Li Ying who opened the door.
"Sakura?"
When Li Ying saw her, she quickly helped her through the door.
In the ward, An Xuyue was the only one lying on the bed, with a little guy lying next to her.
"Daughter-in-law..."
An Xuyue opened her eyes and saw her, and spoke weakly.
Song Xiang responded, walked to the bed, and took a look at the child first.
The little guy looks a little dark, his eyes are tightly closed, and his face doesn't seem clean.
An Xuyue sighed and said, "I must have used up all my good looks when I was giving birth to Xiao Yan, so my brother is so ugly."
Song Xiang was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to comfort her.