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"Yes, we are just like you."

By saying that, is he saying that we are Su Mingyu's bargaining chip?A bargaining chip that brings him benefits...

how is this possible.

If Su Chen says that he and Su Can are used as bargaining chips by Su Mingyu, I can barely accept it. After all, he has raised them for so many years, so it is understandable to want to get some benefits from them.

What's the point for me and Su Cha!

When we were six years old, we abandoned our mother and daughter, and the only thing left was this house with his name written on it, which was not all his personal property; What, do you want to get it back with interest?

What a joke, we are not vegetarians, if he really wants to push each other like this, it will be a big deal that we will die together!

Even though he thought so in his heart, there was still a trace of luck in his mouth: "No way, he is your father, why does it feel like you said him very badly?"

He glanced at me with a calm expression: "You have thought about it too."

I was speechless.

Does he have the ability to see through people's minds? Teach him to speak so accurately.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked directly.

It feels really uncomfortable to be seen through.

"I will not be separated from him, and I have to thank you as the middleman." His abrupt words made me a little confused, but I quickly understood that he was talking about something between him and that boy.

"I didn't do anything, the choice is yours to make." I don't take credit.

"He asked me to thank you on his behalf, because you gave him hope;" he continued, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, "I thank you too."

I didn't speak, or didn't know what to say.

"I know I'm not qualified to say anything about you and her, but in all fairness, she really loves you very much, no less than I love him," his tone was a bit regretful, "I don't know why you did it I made such a decision, but I just want to remind you, don't make a regretful choice for something you take for granted." After speaking, he got up and walked away.

"Su Mingyu wants to mortgage this house to the bank for a loan;" For some reason, I told him, or maybe I thought he could confide, "If I don't marry him, I can't get married, and his interests are far from enough to fill his leftovers." He mortgaged the house, and I don’t believe the house will survive.”

He was silent for a while, and couldn't help but said, "So you think this will save the house?"

"This house is very important to Su Su, and it is also very important to me." In fact, I don't have any confidence in my heart, but as long as the house becomes Su Cha's, Su Mingyu can't make decisions on his own. If he doesn't keep his word, he doesn't need Su Cha If I come forward, I will naturally not forgive him.

"What do you offer in exchange," he said, "Is Su Cha the owner of the house? Su Mingyu likes to cut first and play later. Are you sure your compromise will get the result you want?"

My heart sank, and I said calmly, "You mean, he has already mortgaged the house?"

"I don't know," he was not sure. "If you don't mind, you can go and see if his real estate certificate is still there. If he really mortgaged the house, the real estate certificate is no longer in his hands."

I was depressed: "How do I know where he put the real estate certificate? Besides, instead of being sneaky, it's better to ask him directly."

"If you believe him, why tell me this." He said indifferently.

I'm at a loss for words.

This kind of insight beyond my age also makes me uneasy.

"He usually puts the real estate certificate in the last locked drawer of the bedside table in the bedroom, and carries the key with him, except when he takes a shower and sleeps." He paused, and added, "But he will lock the door when he sleeps."

Then there is only a chance when you take a shower.

For a while, I suddenly felt very wretched, and I was ashamed.

He paused, and finally said, "Good luck."

Before I wanted to say anything, he had already returned to the room, but after a while he came out again, looking at me unnaturally: "He will come to see me in a while...can you stay overnight?"

I was stunned for a while before I realized that he was talking about the little boyfriend this time, and I smiled back with relief: "Yes."

Then he couldn't hide his smile and turned back to the room.

For a while, I felt that maybe those of us who are unwilling to admit blood relationship can also live in peace.

If it wasn't for Su Mingyu...

When I went to work again, the desk was already filled with roses.

The fiery red roses filled the sight, and it was estimated that there were 99 roses, which were bright red from a distance.

Before I could open my mouth, Sister Zhang had already walked over with an envious look on her face: "Su Mo, what's the situation? Such a big bouquet of flowers is completely different from yesterday's style. Is your boyfriend changing flowers for romance? ?”

It was still Liu Meijuan who spoke up: "The boy I saw just now doesn't seem to be the one from yesterday... the boy just now looked brighter."

"What, two? No way," Sister Zhang was surprised. "Su Mo, you are so popular. It's really unfair. Why don't I have your life?"

Before Sister Zhang's Gu Ying's self-pity was over, Liu Meijuan came to tear her down: "It's not impossible for you to be as popular as her. First of all, you should also learn from Su Mo's indifferent temper. It doesn't matter if she accepts so many flowers, but You are so excited, you don't have the restraint that a woman should have, and you gossip like this, even if a man is interested in you, you will be scared away by you."

Indifferent temper?Am I indifferent?Probably because I have experienced a lot, apart from Su Cha, there is nothing else that can excite me.

Su Cha really changed me a lot.

Sister Zhang curled her lips, and was about to refute, but saw the man who gave five black roses yesterday appeared in the office area, her eyes widened immediately, and she didn't say a word for a long time.

He Shenqi was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, still holding five black roses in his hands. When he saw me, he showed a gentle smile and walked over quickly. With a big holding of red roses, the smile on his face was replaced by surprise, and then his face sank.

Sister Zhang and Liu Meijuan tactfully hid aside and went about their own business.He Shenqi pondered for a while, then returned to his smile, ignored the eye-catching large piece of flame-like red, found a deep pen holder as a vase, put the mysterious black in it, turned around and said to me as warm as late spring : "That boy doesn't know what you like. He sent so many red roses, not to mention taking up space. Besides, it's easy to make people feel irritable after a long time. The editor's work needs to be calm. How can you work well when you are in an impetuous mood," said Then he took out an insulated lunch box from his bulging pocket and put it on the only remaining space on the desk, "This is the breakfast made by my aunt. I planned to make it myself, but I'm not good at cooking. Affect your appetite."

I looked at his nonchalant face, and felt confused for a while. I always felt that there was something hidden in his heart.

"You have to eat a good breakfast to be energetic throughout the day," he looked like a family man at this time, "Then I'll go first, work hard, and I'll pick you up after get off work in the evening."

"No need, I..." Maybe the off-duty time.

It's just that before I finished speaking, his undeniable smile and unquestionable eyes surprised me, and I could only swallow the words abruptly.

After he left, Sister Zhang approached cautiously, with an inconceivable tone: "He is not angry, so he is such a gentleman, alas, Su Mo, you are so lucky."

I moved the large bouquet of roses to the open space behind me to free the desk. I glanced at the quietly blooming black beauty and the insulated lunch box with warm patterns, and suddenly felt very depressed.

"Miss Zhang, you haven't eaten this morning, so you can eat this meal." I picked up the lunch box and handed it over.

"Ah? This is not good, your boyfriend prepared this for you, what's the matter if I eat it." Sister Zhang was surprised.

"It's okay, I've eaten, it's a pity to keep the rice, you can eat it, just don't tell him." I said.

"Then, well, it's a pity if you don't eat it," she took it with regret, "Then I'll eat it for you, and I'll give you the money for the meal later, assuming it was me who bought it."

"No need, I didn't make it." I don't mind, "There are also these flowers, if you like, you can take them. There are too many flowers for me to carry."

"It's such a pity. That's his wish. I've already eaten the rice, so I can't ask for any more flowers. Let people know that I should be unhappy." Sister Zhang was even more upset.

"It's okay, it's a pity when the flowers wither, share it with your colleagues, and treat it as an early Chinese Valentine's Day." I said generously.

"Su Mo, you are so kind," Sister Zhang said with emotion, "I just wronged your boyfriend, so chasing you must be very hard, right?"

"That's fun too," Liu Meijuan interjected, "Difficulty chasing more reflects the value of our Su Mo, right?"

I just smiled and said nothing.

I didn't ask him anything.

The breakfast was shared by Sister Zhang and Liu Meijuan, and those flowers, including those few black roses, were "divided up" by the compatriots in the editorial department, so when off work, careful people will notice that a group of people from the magazine Here, almost everyone has a few roses in their hands and smiles on their faces, except me; but I feel very relaxed.

"The rose is in the office again?" He Xinqi asked casually.

"My colleagues like it, let them take it home." I replied lightly.

"What about mine?" he continued.

"Same." I replied.

He didn't speak, just stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and he felt like the car was flying.

The air was eerily quiet.

Looking at the rapidly receding buildings, I suddenly thought, it would be great if Su Cha was sitting next to me, but it's impossible, neither she nor I know how to drive, and even if we could, I'm afraid I wouldn't be in the mood up.

"Aren't you afraid?" He said lightly.

"What are you afraid of?" I didn't understand.

The car got off the bridge, suddenly slowed down, and stopped on the side of the road.

He looked at me for a long time, then leaned over, almost pressed against my face, stopped there motionless, I could feel his gaze was a bit deep.

I didn't look at him all the time.

"I want to kiss you," he said.

I lowered my eyelids and said nothing.

He held my face with his hand, rubbed his fingers on my cheek, and his face got closer and closer, I closed my eyes, ready to let him handle it.

It's just that after a long time, the expected contact didn't happen, the hands on his face moved away, and his voice faded away: "You're not ready yet, I won't force it."

The car restarted.

I don't know why, but my heart is beating so fast, am I scared?

I looked out the window and noticed a champagne-colored Audi following in the rearview mirror, in the same direction as us.

He Shenqi seemed to have spotted the car too, and the car was getting faster and faster, trying to get rid of him, but the car followed closely behind, keeping the same distance; finally, when he was only one gate away from home , Both cars stopped, Tao Chun got out of the car first, came over and opened the door on my side, and pulled me down.

He Shenqi got out of the car immediately, and was about to stop me after a few steps, but Tao Chun blocked me behind him.

"What do you want to do?" He Xinqi turned cold.

"I want you to leave Su Mo, she is mine!" Tao Chun said bluntly.

The atmosphere is a little tense.

☆, competition.