After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 287 You will be my stepmother in the future

After these few days of arrangements and actions, Su Miaoyi sent someone to re-establish a courtyard for Song Yao to live in.

It's not that it's not good for Song Yao to live in Xichuntang, but it's just that when her daughter grows up and has a separate yard, she can learn how to discipline her servants and take care of her family. at a disadvantage.

But when it comes to getting married, Su Miaoyi is a little angry.

The prince was shrewd, and he brought her daughter to the wolf's den without making a sound, but Su Miaoyi couldn't say anything.

The child has just recognized her, and she is very conflicted about these feelings. She talks too much, fearing that she will get tired of wrapping up and running away from home. She talks less and feels very depressed.

Song Xianyu probably wanted to ask Su Miaoyi why he took Song Jinse away, and Su Miaoyi dragged him aside to argue.

Song Yao stepped into the wing room.

The servants of the mansion entered the room in an orderly manner, discussed with Song Yanzhi, let him come out, and waited for Wu Zuo to come for the autopsy.

Song Yanzhi got up slowly, as if his body had been reassembled and lost his balance, he staggered out the door with some numbness.

"Third brother."

Song Yao thought for a while, and called Song Yanzhi.

The young man could barely turn his head, his eye sockets were sore and bloodshot, his whole figure was like a torn painting, the torso and soul were divided into two parts.Until Song Yao's ear-piercing cry, like a pair of hands, forcibly pulled back his drifting soul.

He nodded in a panic, answered the sound, then lowered his head again, and hurried out.

"Song Yanzhi!" Song Yao followed him and ran out of the courtyard.

She looked at the boy who didn't seem to want to see her at all, and felt as uncomfortable as if she was stuffed with cotton.

She knew that, just like what she was worried about before, when the matter between her and Song Jinse was revealed, Su Yingrong was the first to bear the brunt, and between the two of them was Su Yingrong who gave birth to Song Yanzhi in October.

But Song Yao couldn't pretend that she didn't care about anything in front of Song Yanzhi, she liked to get revenge, she was very heartless.

So these days, she always ran out of the mansion. She was a little afraid of meeting Song Yanzhi and Song Qingli. She didn't know what she would think if they told her not to worry about it.

Until Su Yingrong was caught off guard——

"Do you hate me?" Song Yao stopped a foot away from Song Yan, and suddenly she had no strength to chase anymore, and she didn't know what to say.

The autumn wind carried a little humidity in the air, Song Yanzhi kept walking, with a hoarse voice, he said indifferently, "...you, don't think too much about it."

He didn't look back, and didn't say much, he hurried around the yard to avoid Song Yao and went out.

It's like a silent signal.

Reminding Song Yao, the relationship between her and Song Yanzhi's brothers and sisters is probably coming to an end.

Maybe when she first came back, she should keep a little distance from Song Yanzhi.

But at that time, she didn't even guess at changing the child.

Song Yao squatted down slowly, she thought of the silk flowers that Song Yanzhi gave her, the two of them escaped together in the gambling house, and a few days ago, when they were sitting together playing chess, Song Yanzhi swore to her, and the boy's almost indifferent answer .

With red eyes, she wiped her tears with her hands, and cried out with sobs, "I will never play with Song Yanzhi again."

When she quarreled with Song Xianyu, she could still present the facts and reason, but with Song Yanzhi, she couldn't even reason.

The Su Yingrong lying in the middle makes her useless in this blank time and space where nothing has happened yet.

The yard was quiet, only the sound of the wind, blowing the weeds and vines in the yard, swaying with the wind.

Song Yao lay her head on her arm, wanting to cry a lot.

Footsteps sounded, and someone raised his hand to push her: "It's going to rain."

"You, don't squat here!"

She opened her eyes and looked up.

At a glance, under the dark clouds, there are some teenagers standing under the bright sky.

Song Yanzhi left and returned, he pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to her, and said angrily, "Why are you crying?"

Song Yao: "Woo!!!"

Song Yao was like a puffer fish with bulging cheeks, her invincible thorns were erected, but she was smoothed out by a small question. The more concerned her tone was, the more uncomfortable her heart was bubbling and fermenting.

Song Yao slapped Song Yanzhi's hand away, took small steps, changed the direction and turned his back to Song Yanzhi, and then began to cry, "Wow!!!"

Song Yanzhi: "..."

If Song Yanzhi was Song Linyuan, he would have taken the opportunity to hug her into his arms and coax her happily.

But Song Yanzhi is a fool.

He looked at Song Yao who was crying out of breath, thought for a while, squatted down, and opened his mouth, "Wow!!!"

He burst into tears.

Louder than Song Yao's voice.

Song Yao: "???"

Song Yao cried angrily, "You learn from me? Are you human?!"

Song Yanzhi was so sad: "Whoa, whoa, you don't understand..."

"You don't understand."

Song Yao choked up, sniffed, then turned his back to Song Yanzhi, brewing up his emotions: "..." Wow!
Before wowing, Song Yanzhi stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, "Wow——! My, yoo, woo, woo, woo, woo!"

Song Yao: "... let go."

Song Yan shook his head subconsciously: "Stop struggling, you can't escape my palm, woo woo woo."

By the way, he wiped his nose and tears with Song Yao's sleeve.

Song Yao: "..."

She is a wronged species.

Why did she want to have a hard time with Song Yanzhi.

Fortunately, there was no one in the yard, otherwise others must have thought that "Song Yanzhi has been ill for many years and Song Yao has never left him, and finally he has the same neuropathy as him", so they would cast admiring glances.

This kind of cognition made Song Yao stand up abruptly in a sweep of uncomfortable emotions, and wanted to run away.

"Song Yao, I don't have a mother anymore." Song Yao's footsteps stopped, and Song Yanzhi put his head on her shoulder, tears streaming down his face.

The younger sister she thought was not her real sister since she was a child, and the mother who stole Song Yao's life died tragically.

Song Yanzhi didn't know how to face Song Yao, he was afraid that she would hate him and blame him, so he wanted to avoid her.

After all, she has every reason to hate everything related to Su Yingrong, including him, Su Yingrong's son.

As for him, the only one he blamed was Song Jinse.

He knew that he was a bit angry, but if there was no Song Jinse, there would be no change of life. Song Yao would suffer 13 years less, and Su Yingrong could accept her fate.

Song Yanzhi wiped his tears, and Dapeng leaned against Song Yao, choked up and said, "Father pays the debt, I have thought about it and I can't escape."

"I don't know who killed my mother, but I must investigate."

"Yaoyao, will you be my stepmother in the future? I will be filial to you, and I will serve you as an atonement for my mother."

He said sincerely, "From now on, I will call you sister and treat you as a stepmother in my heart, do you think it will work?"

Song Yao: "..."

Kill me, right now.

(End of this chapter)