Chapter four hundred and eighty third seventeen-year-old rainy season
The shortcoming of the Godfather is that he is not clear about love and hate.
He is always generous and can give people opportunities.
Don’t worry about the past, be kind to the future.
Of course, he knew what was right and wrong.
For a seventeen-year-old woman like Yang Xue, there must be something wrong with her.
Last time, Su Youxin said that she saw that Yang Xue had also transferred here to go to school, and she seemed to be in poor spirits.
This time, when they met, Song Sanxi had a benevolent heart, so he had to take care of it a little bit.
But Yang Xuewen looked up and saw that it was Song Sanxi!
On the spot, hatred arose in my heart.
"None of your business!" She stood up, turned around and left.
But at that moment, the tears in her eyes made Song Sanxi feel that something had happened to her.
He grabbed her and said, "Hate is not eternal. You are in your youth and you should work hard to correct yourself..."
"Let me go! I don't want to listen to your preaching! If you don't let me go, I'll call you molested!"
Yang Xue struggled and stamped her feet.
Song Sanxi did not let go of her wrist, but said in a low voice: "I feel very surprised that you are pregnant."
"Ah...you..." Yang Xue felt as if she was struck by lightning.
My heart skipped a beat.
Shyness appeared on his face and turned red.
She looked at Song Sanxi in shock, but immediately denied it and waved her arms, "You, Su Youxin, are just pregnant. I'm not, no!"
However, she still couldn't break away, and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.
The other hand hit Song Sanxi's hand so hard that it made a snapping sound.
She was angry and her hands were quite heavy.
Song Sanxi felt pain.
However, he still held her hand, feeling her pulse secretly, and said calmly: "I can know your pulse by holding your wrist. So, you can't deny this fact. So, it's best for us to talk. Maybe.
, I can still help you."
"How can you help? Who do you think you are?" Yang Xue said angrily.
Song Sanxi then let go of her and said, "Don't leave. It's best to explain what's going on. If you leave, you may not be able to stay in this school and your reputation will be ruined. I can guarantee it."
"You threaten me? You are shameless!"
"I'm doing this for your own good."
Song Sanxi sat down on the bench and pointed to the seat next to him.
Yang Xue wiped away tears with a sad look on her face.
I have no choice but to sit over obediently.
She was once a mixed woman.
But, it's not too bad.
It doesn't mean that she doesn't care about her reputation.
A faint girly fragrance, slightly intoxicating.
Song Sanxi said: "Tell me, whose child is it?"
"I don't know his name, it's just my dad...my dad..."
As he spoke, tears fell again.
She was really desolate and couldn't bear it, so she fell on Song Sanxi's shoulder and cried.
"Your dad, oh..." Song Sanxi nodded and didn't ask deeply, but patted her shoulder and pressed it.
This is a comforting technique and is normal.
After a while, Yang Xue stopped crying and said, "That bad guy of mine, call him Mr. Hui."
"Master Hui?"
Song San was surprised and asked: "What does it look like?"
"He is tall and thin, and..." Yang Xue described.
Song Sanxi was shocked when she heard this, "Damn, it's him!"
"What? Do you know him?"
Song Sanxi nodded silently.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and fell into thinking.
Because, Yang Xue is talking about Wang Hui.
"Yang Xue, why are you with him?"
"It's not me and him, it was my dad who arranged it..."
Song Sanxi's heart was filled with anger, "This old beast, why does he do this?"
"I'm not sure, I just know..."
Yang Xue shed tears again and told the story again while crying.
During the Chinese New Year, she and her three good sisters were taken out for dinner by her father Yang Dali.
At that time, there were four men.
According to her description, Song Sanxi understood that they were Qian Yonghong, Wang Hui, Huang Changyong and Xu Zhenglong.
They didn't drink, but someone had something slipped into their drinks.
When I woke up, it had already happened.
She saw blood.
I saw Wang Hui's proud face.
And her good friend Zheng Hairong was in another room, too.
However, he was insulted by a tall fat man.
Song Sanxi knew that this fat man should be Xu Zhenglong.
After listening, he took a deep breath.
"Where are the other two men? One wearing glasses, and a fat black man. They didn't do anything bad?"
Yang Xue shook her head, with a very sad look on her face, "My other two friends, Xie Yan and Zhong Mei, didn't like them, but they liked me and Zheng Hairong."
"During the Chinese New Year period, we both stayed with them almost every night."
"I found out I was pregnant when school started."
As he spoke, tears fell again.
Song Sanxi took a deep breath and said, "Don't cry, get in the car and follow me."
"Go...where?" Yang Xue was a little nervous.
"Looking for your dad, that old beast."
Song Sanxi's tone was calm, but her eyes were full of murderous intent.
Yang Xue trembled in her heart and had no choice but to get into Song Sanxi's car.
The car set off and drove directly to Yang's house.
By this time, it was only after eight o'clock in the evening.
Yang Xue sat in the passenger seat, feeling anxious, frightened, and pitiful.
His eyes were already red and swollen from crying, "You, what are you going to do?"
"Just leave it alone. You are the victim. Of course, there was no evidence left at the time, so it would be useless to go through legal channels. I have another way."
"oh……"
Yang Xue nodded, thinking about how ruthlessly Song Sanxi protected Su Youxin at that time.
She couldn't help but shudder, but her heart was full of hope.
"Will you beat my dad?"
Song Sanxi smiled coldly and said nothing.
Yang Xue thought for a while and then said: "I want to find an opportunity to abort this child, or take medicine to abort it."
Tears rolled out again.
Song Sanxi took out the paper and handed it to her, "I'm afraid that your idea may not be realized."
"Ah? Why? Do I want to be born again?"
"I have checked your pulse. To put it simply, this child is very good, but your constitution is very weak, which means that if you don't take care of your body, if you force it to be aborted, or use medicine to abort it, your body may be damaged.
After suffering a huge loss, I won’t even be able to be a mother in the future.”
"What? I...I..."
Yang Xue was still a little smart and understood, "Do I have to give birth to this child? Oh my god, why..."
She collapsed weakly on the comfortable seat, her whole body collapsed.
Song Sanxi took a look and felt that she was really pitiful.
As people say, the flowering season is when you are sixteen, and the rainy season is when you are seventeen.
This Yang Xue, the days in the rainy season are too muddy.
Just now, when I checked her pulse, I felt that her palace energy was too weak.
Secretly observing her physique, Song Sanxi knew that giving birth would be very difficult with such a physique.
If it were placed in ancient times, the outcome would be death in childbirth.
After driving for a while, Song Sanxi said: "Yang Xue, cheer up! The disputes that happened between us are all over."
"Now, you are a weak person and a victim. If I meet you, if I have the ability to help you, I will help you to the end."
"Anyway, you're still young and shouldn't be ruined by something like this."
Sound, soft, ear-cleansing.
Yang Xue was inexplicably moved.
I really can't believe that this is the devil who made such a miserable mess for Su Youxin.
Unconsciously, I said: "Thank you!"
"You don't need to say that. By the way, where is Zheng Hairong? Is she pregnant?"