But in the end, it's Tang Jingyun, the tough and omnipotent man.? Follow? Dream?. lā

He didn't believe that he would be controlled by these senseless thoughts.

He knew exactly what he wanted.

In this life, no matter what, she will not let go of that woman.

*..

Song leaned in the soft quilt, tossing and turning, waiting for him to come.

There was a 'click' and a slight sound, and Song tilted his head and looked at the door.

I saw a long figure slowly approaching the bed.

Song Tiantian jumped out of bed excitedly, threw himself into his arms, and hugged his waist tightly.

Her actions were a little inexplicable, Tang Jingyun's hand was frozen in mid-air, and it took a long time before it gently landed on her shoulder, comforting.

"What's wrong?"

Song just shook his head and didn't speak.

Tang Jingyun chuckled helplessly, picked her up horizontally, and put her on the bed, he took the quilt and covered the two of them.

He looked down and kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm fine, don't think about it."

"How can I not be confused?" Song leaned to himself.

After coming out of the hospital today, something was wrong with him everywhere, which made Song Tiantian feel very flustered, as if something had happened to him.

"Are you dreaming of your father again?" Song was reluctant to mention this topic, but he couldn't face these things.

She knew that behind Tang Jingyun's unhesitating stay with her, he was actually burdened with too much psychological pressure, Tang Chaoyi's death, the opposition of the Tang family, and his own heart, in fact, there was also a hurdle that could not be overcome......

The pressure was like a thousand pounds of boulder pressing on him, but Song Tiantian didn't even have the ability to share it for him.

"If we're not together, won't your stress ......"

"That's enough." The man interrupted her lightly, and there was a strong warning in his tone.

Song Tiantian naturally didn't dare to step on his scales anymore.

She obediently shut up.

On this night, no one actually fell asleep.

But despite this, Tang Jingyun felt a lot more relieved just by holding her.

Weekend afternoons.

Xin Wan, who was in Haishi, called.

As soon as the phone was connected, I heard Xin Wan's anxious tone coming from the other end of the phone.

"Tilt, can you come to the sea market? Your dad is very sick, I don't know how long he can last, he really wants to see you, I was going to tell you earlier, but your dad dragged it out, saying that he was afraid that you didn't want to see him, but now ...... He probably realized that he couldn't hold on, so he ......" Xin Wan choked up, unable to speak.

Song Tiantian's hand holding the phone clenched a lot harder.

Under her calm face, in fact, in the bottom of her heart, there were already waves.

Her hand holding the phone hung down weakly, and the phone 'snapped' and fell to the ground.

The screen was still on, and Song Tiantian stared at the faint light, and shook his head.

She was stunned for a moment, and then shuffled to the study with heavy steps.

She softly pushed open the study door.

The man was working on the papers, his eyes were staring intently at the computer screen, and Song Tingtian only heard the sound of rapid tapping on the keyboard.

She quietly walked to the desk, and lightly tapped her fingers on the desk twice.

The man slowly raised his eyes and glanced at her.

He paused, and then, hooking his finger at her, Song Tiantian obediently walked to his side, and then sat down on his lap with him in his arms.