After Song Xiang hurriedly spoke to Yan Han, he ran all the way through the rugged path and rushed straight into the main house.
Brake immediately as soon as you enter!
Sure enough, Rong Boye was sitting on the sofa, obviously waiting for her.
She immediately raised her wrist to look at the time, her eyes shining brightly, "Dad, there are still thirty seconds until nine o'clock!"
Rong Boye saw her panting, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Well, you've passed the test."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, slumped his shoulders, ran to Rong Boye, poured himself tea, and drank it down.
"Dad, I will come home late from now on, so you don't have to wait for me."
Several times, as long as she goes out at night, no matter how late, Rong Boye is waiting for her.
Rong Boye only responded lightly, stood up, and said, "Follow me."
Song Xiang wiped her mouth and followed obediently.
"Dad, are you going to ask me about my homework? I'm on leave today and I don't have any new classes." She leaned her head forward and rolled her eyes.
Rong Boye heard the worry in her tone and wanted to laugh, "I know."
Song Xiang relaxed a little, thinking that he probably had other things to say. When he thought about it, was he going to add a new class?
He followed into the study room anxiously, and Rong Boye asked her to sit down on the sofa.
"Are you tired from the past two days?"
Not only was I tired, I was about to collapse.
Song Xiang shook his head against his will, "I'm not tired."
Rong Boye was looking for something on the bookshelf. Hearing this, he turned back and glanced at her, "Then I'll give you two more courses?"
Song Xiang: "No!"
Rong Boye: "..."
Song Xiang's face felt slightly hot, and he reached out and touched the back of his head, "I'm a little tired."
Rong Boye's face relaxed, his smile deepened, and he pressed a thick book on top of her head.
"Don't complain about being tired, study as quickly as possible and absorb at least half of what Ah Xun has learned."
Song Xiang puffed up his cheeks and followed every step, "I can do it."
Rong Boye put down the book, pulled out a piece of paper and said, "Do you feel aggrieved?"
Song Xiang immediately shook his head, "No, no."
"You should hold back your grievances." Rong Boye raised his hand and pinched her face, "The Rong family has few relatives, and you have no biological brothers. In the future... you may not have parents."
"No!" Song Xiang felt a tightness in his chest and interrupted Rong Boye, "Didn't Xiang Shuyi say that? He can guarantee you no problem for at least twenty years."
"What about twenty years from now?" Rong Boye leaned on the table and asked, "Who do you rely on?"
Song Xiang: "In twenty years, I can do it myself..."
"You can only rely on yourself." Rong Boye knocked on her forehead and said: "The Yan family's genes are not good. Although the boy is very pleasing to the eye now, there is no guarantee whether he will become a demon in twenty years. You must not do anything.
Depend on him."
"He probably won't."
Rong Boye smiled and finished the beating, not wanting to be too absolute. He had no prejudice against Yan Han. He was just a parent. Even if he had not been with Song Xiang for twenty years, he instinctively wanted to leave more protection for Song Xiang. In addition to
Wealth can only teach Song Xiang everything so that she can protect herself.
"sit down."
"oh."
Song Xiang sat down obediently and looked up at Rong Boye.
Rong Boye handed her the paper and said, "I will transfer the ownership to you in two days. These are the names on the file. They are all... left by your mother. You choose one yourself."
Song Xiang suddenly realized that she was asked to choose a name for herself.
It feels quite amazing, I can decide the name myself.
When I opened the paper, I saw that it was the name I saw on Nan Qing's diary last time.