Reborn Global Godfather

The shortcoming of the godfather of hi is that love and hate are not clear.

He was always generous and gave people a chance.

Don't look into the past, treat the future with kindness.

Of course, he knows what is right and what is wrong.

For a 17-year-old girl like Yang Xue, there must be something wrong with her appearance.

Last time, Su Youxin said that she saw that Yang Xue also transferred here to go to school, and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

This time, when they met, Song Sanxi had to take care of it out of the heart of a benevolent person.

But Yang Xuewen looked up and saw that it was Song Sanxi!

On the spot, hatred arises from the heart.

"Don't worry about it!" She got up, turned around and left.

But at that moment, the tears in her eyes made Song Sanxi feel that something happened to her.

He pulled her back, "Hatred is not eternal. You are in your youth, you should work hard to correct yourself..."

"Let go of me! I don't want to listen to your preaching! If you don't let me go, I'll be called Fei Li!"

Yang Xue, struggling, stamped her feet.

Song Sanxi didn't let go of her wrist, but said in a low voice, "I'm surprised that you're actually pregnant."

"Ah...you..." Yang Xue was struck by lightning on the spot.

My heart was shocked.

Embarrassment surfaced on his face, reddened.

She looked at Song Sanxi in a daze, but immediately denied it, shaking her arms, "You, Su Youxin, are only pregnant, I'm not, I'm not!"

However, she still couldn't break free, and the tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.

With the other hand, he slapped Song Sanxi's hand hard, making a crackling noise.

She, with hatred and anger, has heavy hands.

Song Sanxi felt the pain.

However, he still held her, felt her pulse secretly, and said lightly: "I can know your happy pulse by holding your wrist. So, you can't deny this fact. So, it's best, let's talk. Maybe , I can still help you."

"How can you help? Who do you think you are?" Yang Xue said angrily.

Only then did Song Sanxi let go of her, "Don't leave, it's better to tell what's going on. If you leave, maybe you won't be able to stay in this school, and your reputation will be bad, I can guarantee it."

"You threaten me? You are shameless!"

"I'm doing it for your own good."

Song Sanxi sat down on the bench, and pointed to the seat next to him.

Yang Xue wiped her tears with a sad face.

I have no choice but to sit down obediently.

She used to be a bastard.

But, not too bad.

It doesn't mean that she doesn't care about her reputation.

A faint feminine 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..."

Then, the tears flowed down again.

She was so desolate that she couldn't bear it, so she fell on Song Sanxi's shoulder and began to cry.

"Your father, oh..." Song Sanxi nodded, didn't ask further questions, but patted her shoulder and pressed it.

This is a comforting technique, which is normal.

It took a while for Yang Xue to stop crying, and said, "My dad is a scoundrel, call him Hui Shao."

"Young Master Hui?"

Song Sanxi was surprised, and asked again: "What does it look like?"

"He's tall, thin, and..." Yang Xue described it.

Song Sanxi was shocked when he heard that, "Damn it, it's him!"

"What? You know?"

Song Sanxi nodded silently.

He took out his cigarette, lit it, and fell into deep thought.

Because Yang Xue was talking about Wang Hui.

"Yang Xue, why are you with him?"

"It's not that I'm with him, it's arranged by my dad..."

Song Sanxi's heart became angry, "This old bastard, why would he do this?"

"I don't know, I just know..."

Yang Xue wept again, crying and told the story again.

During the Chinese New Year, she and her three good sisters were taken out for dinner by their 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 don't drink, but someone put something in the drink.

After waking up, things have happened.

She saw blood.

I saw Wang Hui's proud face.

And her good friend Zheng Hairong, in another room, is the same.

However, being insulted by a tall fat man.

Song Sanxi knew that this fat man should be Xu Zhenglong.

He listened and took a deep breath.

"Where are the other two men? One with glasses and a fat black man. Didn't they do anything bad?"

Yang Xue shook her head, her expression extremely sad, "My other two friends, Xie Yan and Zhong Mei, they didn't like it. They just liked me and Zheng Hairong."

"During the Chinese New Year, almost every night, the two of us stayed with them."

"I didn't find out I was pregnant until school started."

Then, the tears flowed down 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.

"Look for your father, that old bastard."

Song Sanxi's tone was calm, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Yang Xue trembled in her heart, so she got into Song Sanxi's car.

The car set off and drove directly to Yang's house.

At this time, it was only past eight o'clock in the evening.

Yang Xue was sitting in the co-pilot, anxious and frightened, a poor horse.

His eyes were already red and swollen from crying, "You, what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it. You are the victim. Of course, there was no evidence left at the time, and it was useless to take the legal route. I have another way."

"Oh……"

Yang Xue nodded, thinking about that time, Song Sanxi was so ruthless in protecting Su Youxin.

She couldn't help shivering, but her heart was full of hope.

"Will you beat my dad?"

Song Sanxi smiled coldly, but didn't speak.

Yang Xue thought for a while, and then said: "I want to find a chance to kill this child, or take medicine to abort it."

Tears rolled out again.

Song Sanxi took out a piece of paper and handed it to her, "I'm afraid, your idea may not come true."

"Huh? Why? Am I still going to be born?"

"I've checked your pulse. To put it simply, this child is very good, but your physique is very weak, which means that if you don't raise your body, forcefully destroy it, or use medicine to drain it, it may make your body Suffering a huge loss, in the future, I won't even be able to be a mother."

"What? I...I..."

Yang Xue was still a bit smart, and she understood, "Do I have to give birth to this child? My God, why..."

She slumped weakly on the comfortable seat, and her whole body collapsed.

Song Sanxi looked at her and felt that she was really pitiful.

Just as people say, the flowering season at the age of 16 and the rainy season at the age of 17.

This Yang Xue, the days of the rainy season are too muddy.

Just now, when I was feeling the pulse, I felt that her uterus energy was too weak.

Observing her physique secretly, Song Sanxi knew that childbirth was very difficult with this kind of physique.

If placed in ancient times, the ending of dystocia and death.

After driving for a while, Song Sanxi finally said: "Yang Xue, cheer up! The festivities that happened between us are over."

"Now, you are a weak person, a victim. I have met you, and if I have the ability to help you, I will definitely help you to the end."

"Anyway, you are still young and shouldn't be ruined by this kind of thing."

The sound, soft, washes the ears.

Yang Xue, inexplicably, was so moved.

I really can't believe it, this is the devil who treated them so badly for Su Youxin back then.

Unconsciously, he said, "Thank you!"

"Needless to say. By the way, where is Hairong Zheng? Is she pregnant?"