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"Then you really don't have to worry."

Song Yuhan choked back without mercy and looked at him with the utmost indifference.

"Please come back, I don't need you to visit me here."

Bai Zhiyi shrugged indifferently and pressed the elevator door button.

He left, and Song Yuhan turned back to talk to the two Xiang sisters.

Xiang Kui obviously didn't want her sister to know what she was doing, so she took Xiang Fu's arm and said coquettishly: "Sister, I'll accompany you, let Brother Yu Han go back."

There was a hint of helplessness in Xiang Fu's eyebrows. She was not unclear about some things, but in the end she remained silent, caressed the back of her sister's hand, and then said to Song Yuhan: "Brother Yuhan, just go back and rest. There are That’s enough for us.”

Song Yuhan did not refuse and left the hospital.

Lan Yu drove his car and waited downstairs, then said, "By the way, Mr. Song, there's another call from the nursing home."

Song Yuhan pinched the root of his sore nose and said without any emotion: "What's the matter with him?"

Although he knew that their relationship between father and son was not good, Lan Yu was still a little embarrassed, "It's just those words...Mr. Song also knows, do you want to take the time to go over and take a look?"

Normally Song Yuhan would refuse.

After all, Song Zhenghe is quite passive now and all he needs to do is confront him. However, Song Yuhan may have thought of something today and agreed to Lan Yu's proposal for the first time, "Then let's drop by and see him."

Lan Yu changed the car's route and headed towards the hidden nursing home.

The environment around the sanatorium is very original. There are basically no people around, and everything is handled in the hospital.

In other words, it is not an exaggeration to say that this place is a prison.

After registering and reporting at the door, the security guard opened the iron door and put their car in.

There are green trees on both sides of the road, and people walking in groups of three or three are comfortable and leisurely.

The person in charge came to greet me in person, with some anxiety on his face, "Mr. Song, why didn't you say hello in advance when you came today?"

"It's okay, I just came to take a look."

The person in charge hesitated internally.

He's not sure what Song Yuhan's attitude is towards Song Zhenghe. He says he's not close, but he's still his biological father.

So he hesitated and said: "Mr. Song may not be comfortable here. We have tried many ways to help him solve it, but to no avail..."

"Mr. Song always said that he would be discharged from the hospital and go home, but it wouldn't work without Mr. Song coming to complete the procedures..."

Song Yuhan listened calmly, without comment.

The person in charge became even more worried.

Leading Song Yuhan up to the VIP floor, he pointed to the innermost room, "Mr. Song, that's the room. I won't interrupt your conversation."

Song Yuhan nodded lightly and did not rush in. Instead, he listened at the door to what was going on inside.

It was probably the nurse who was talking nicely, "Mr. Song, just have a good rest. Mr. Song will definitely come to see you when he has time."

"Call him and keep calling. I don't believe he won't come."

Song Zhenghe's voice seems to be full of energy.

She seems to be recovering well after the surgery.

Song Yuhan showed a subtle expression, turned the door handle, and appeared in front of Song Zhenghe.

"Mr. Song." The nurse quickly stood up and greeted.

"You go out first."

Song Yuhan's tone was gentle to strangers, but when facing Song Zhenghe, he didn't want to give any affection.

"Don't you want to see me?"

Song Yuhan casually pulled a chair and sat down, "Do you have anything to say? Or have you thought about it?"

"you--"

During the Song Zhenghe disease, people were indeed much thinner, there was no rejection of organ transplants, and their energy and energy were almost restored.

It's true that good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.

Song Yuhan thought about it and continued to say indifferently: "I don't have time to waste time with you. If you don't say anything, I will leave."

"and many more!"

Song Zhenghe patted the shop floor, and an angry blush appeared on his prominent cheekbones, "I heard someone said that I don't need to stay here anymore. Do you want to keep me locked up?"

"Who said that?"

Song Yuhan lowered his eyes and looked at his fingertips casually, "You may be able to leave, but we have other things to solve, right?"

"If you want to leave here, hand over my mother's ashes."

Song Zhenghe was so angry that his face was twitching, "Let me out quickly! Otherwise, you won't get anything!"

"My mother has been dead for so many years, why are you still holding on to that ridiculous self-esteem? What's more, I have the final say in the Song family now, so don't expect anyone to help you."

Song Zhenghe resisted the urge to point at him and curse, "I won't give it to you! If there wasn't such a thing, I would have thrown it away long ago!"

Song Yuhan snorted lightly, "You haven't realized one thing yet. Mother's ashes are not a condition for me, but the final capital for your negotiation with me - so what if you throw them away? Mother will definitely not blame me. .”

"But if you really don't have one, it doesn't matter. You can just stay here."

Do you still think you are some kind of superior person?

Song Yuhan was not anxious at all, it was Song Zhenghe who should be anxious.

"You, you treat me like this? Don't you care about your own face? If you let others know that you treat your father like this, let's see what others will say!"

"You admit that he is my father now? What a pity, I don't need it, and I don't care about the face you mentioned."

Song Yuhan's patience ran out and he glanced at the time on his watch. He estimated that Qin Taoyao's work for the day was almost over. Shi Shiran stood up and said, "You continue to practice well. I have other things to do. Let's go first." ”

Finally he said, "You should be lucky that I still want this thing."

Then the door panel slammed shut, blocking the contact between the two.

Song Yuhan went downstairs expressionlessly. The person in charge came up and said, "Mr. Song, do you want to take Mr. Song back today? Mr. Song's body..."

Song Zhenghe was really a hot potato, and they really wanted to get rid of him quickly.

However, the person in charge was a smart man. With just one look from Song Yuhan, he understood what it meant. He quickly nodded and bowed and changed his words, "Mr. Song's body should be recuperated for a while. Don't worry, Mr. Song. We will take good care of him." of."

Song Yuhan nodded and walked away.

The car slowly left the nursing home area, and the iron door closed quickly. Lan Yu in the driver's seat asked with concern: "Mr. Song still doesn't agree to hand over Mrs. Si's ashes?"

"Who is Song Zhenghe? He thinks he is the best at enduring humiliation. He will not use it to negotiate terms with me unless it is absolutely necessary."

The Sanatorium is not a real prison. Except for the lack of freedom, Song Zhenghe's life is very comfortable.

Song Yuhan said leisurely: "It's better if he doesn't hand it over now."