After being loved by a yandere, she turned black

Chapter 253 Giving Gifts

Song Ming found out about Usnea's birthday the next day. He was very upset that he didn't know Usnea's birthday earlier, otherwise he would have spent it with her no matter what.

Ever since Su Qingci treated him like that last time, he never ignored Su Qingci again.

In the past few days, he has been thinking about how to get revenge, but he has never thought of any good way.

He regretted missing Usnea's birthday again.

Song Ming found Song Wan, hoping that she would allow him to go out, but Song Wan had no control over this matter.

When Su Qingci found out about the last time he sneaked out, he was banned and guarded against him even more strictly than before.

It was not like Song Wan had never begged for Song Ming's favor, but Su Qingci always blamed Song Ming for sneaking out and getting injured, so Song Wan had no choice but to do so.

She knew that Su Qingci just didn't want Song Ming to go out, and maybe she was waiting for Song Ming to beg him in person.

Song Ming was also very courageous. Although he wanted to go out, he lost his mind when he thought of begging Su Qingci in a humble manner.

But for Usnea, he still took the initiative to find Su Qingci.

"Well... I want to go out."

Song Ming said awkwardly when she saw Su Qingci.

Before he could vent his anger, he had to come to Su Qingci again, and he was feeling depressed to death.

Su Qingci sat on the sofa, sipping the tea with a cup in her hand. She glanced at him and said, "What did you say? I didn't hear you."

Song Ming increased her voice, "I want to go out."

"Who are you talking to?"

Su Qingci heard it, and felt unhappy hearing his confident tone, and frowned.

Song Ming knew he did it on purpose, but he had to lower his head under the eaves.

He slowed down his voice again and added politely, "Mr. Su, I want to go out."

"Ok?"

Su Qingci raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Su?"

Song Ming pursed her lips and said nothing. He didn't want to call him dad at all.

Su Qingci turned to look at the housekeeper next to him, and asked doubtfully: "Whose child is this? Why did he come here?"

The butler lowered his head and sighed silently.

The father and son seemed to have been enemies all their lives. They disliked each other. His wife was not present, and she didn't even bother to pretend.

The housekeeper stepped forward quickly, tugged on Song Ming's sleeves, and reminded him in a low voice: "Young Master, don't forget the purpose of coming here."

Song Ming clenched his fists. It was not like he had screamed before, so this time, he shouted to Su Qingci, "Dad, I want to go out."

Su Qingci didn't even look at him and sipped the tea in the cup carefully.

After a long time, he raised his eyes and glanced at Song Ming, "My legs are a little sore."

Song Ming exhaled and took the initiative to step forward, "Let me give you a massage."

He pinched the man's thigh with his little hand, and an extremely stiff smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

One word forbearance.

He admired Song Ming for enduring humiliation and bearing such heavy burdens at such a young age.

Su Qingci closed her eyes and comfortably enjoyed the little guy's massage, "Move to the left."

As soon as Song Ming's hand moved to the left, he said again: "A little to the right."

Song Ming hurriedly moved to the right.

"A little up...a ​​little down..."

"Heavier."

"Be gentle."

"My back is a little sore too."

After pressing her legs, Song Ming went to rub her back again.

Su Qingci tormented him in different ways, until his whole body was massaged by him, he reluctantly let go, "Well, for the sake of your filial piety, I allow you to go out once."

When Song Ming heard this, she stood up and ran out without even saying thank you.

Su Qingci looked at Song Ming leaving and was very dissatisfied. He would like to add two more hours next time.

Song Ming massaged Su Qingci for two hours, and her hands were sore.

The housekeeper followed him and got into the car together.

As soon as he got in the car, Song Ming collapsed on the seat tiredly. The butler was very considerate and massaged his sore arms.

"Young Master, thank you for your hard work."

Song Ming didn't want to speak, but then asked worriedly: "Did you bring the gift I prepared for Sister Usnea?"

The butler nodded, "Don't worry, young master, everything is ready."

For the sake of the young master's happiness, he went to inquire about the preferences of the little princess of the Yan family.

Usnea Yan has a wide range of preferences. It's hard to say which category she prefers. She likes everything that is fun, novel, and beautiful.

It's just that after the novelty wears off, I don't like it that much anymore.

The housekeeper learned that Yan Songluo liked to wear hand-knitted bracelets, so he suggested that Song Ming make a hand-knitted bracelet for her.

Song Ming also listened to the housekeeper's suggestion, found some colorful ropes, and picked up some beautiful stones. He also specially drew pictures on the stones, and then woven the stones into the bracelet.

Although the weaving was not that pretty and was crooked, Song Ming was very satisfied and looked forward to Sister Usluo wearing the bracelet he had knitted by himself.

He knitted two bracelets, one for himself and the other for Sister Usnea.

This is considered a token of love.

Song Ming thought to herself, and the corners of her mouth curled up. She couldn't wait to see Sister Usnea.

Song Ming sat up straight and urged the driver: "Hurry up!"

The car sped all the way to the downstairs of Li Chu's house.

I happened to meet Li Chu coming down with Usnea and Jiamu.

Song Ming opened the car door and ran forward excitedly to say hello, "Hello, Aunt Li."

When Li Chu saw Song Ming suddenly appear, he was startled for a moment. Then he saw the housekeeper behind him and felt relieved knowing that he didn't sneak out this time.

"Xiao Ming, why are you here?"

Li Chu bent down and touched his head.

Song Ming smiled cutely and looked at Usnea, "I heard that yesterday was Sister Usnea's birthday. I haven't had time to give Usnea a birthday gift yet. I came here today and want to give her a gift."

When Usnea heard that there was a gift, she immediately approached Song Ming and said, "Brother Song Ming, what do you want to give me?"

Song Ming felt a little embarrassed in front of so many people, and looked at Li Chu and Jiamu behind her, as well as the man who looked unhappy.

Song Ming reached out and pulled Usnea aside, quietly took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from her pocket, and handed it to Usnea mysteriously.

"Sister Usnea, I hope you like it."

He blushed slightly and said shyly.

Before Usnea took it and opened it, the box was snatched away.

Yan Jingxiu glanced at Song Ming with an unfriendly look, took the box in his hand and shook it, "What is it? It's so mysterious."

He couldn't see Song Ming's little thoughts. It couldn't be that easy to secretly abduct his daughter.

He didn't like Su Qingci, so he naturally looked down upon Song Ming.

His usnea deserves better, but he can't let it be kidnapped by this kid. He has to be careful.

Song Ming saw that Yan Jingxiu was a little scared. He swallowed nervously and stammered hello, "Yan...Uncle Yan...Hello."

Yan Jingxiu glanced sideways at him. He was so old and still stuttered when he spoke. Points were deducted.

Seeing that her gift was being robbed, Usnea stretched out her hand to ask for it from Yan Jingxiu, "Dad, please give it back to me. Brother Song Ming gave it to me."

Yan Jingxiu looked at his daughter. She was completely unaware of Song Ming's thoughts. She was very innocent.

He might have been abducted by Song Ming at some point, but luckily he found out in time.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Song Ming who was too nervous to look at him, "Yesterday was also Jiamu's birthday. Xiaoming, don't you have any gifts for Jiamu?"

Song Ming was stunned when he was asked. He really didn't expect to give brother Jiamu a birthday gift. He touched his pocket and looked at Yan Jingxiu with a guilty conscience.

"Yes... yes."

Song Ming's little hand touched the bracelet he had knitted for herself, but she refused to take it out.

He didn't want to give this to brother Jiamu, but he didn't prepare any other gifts.

Just when he was hesitating and entangled, the housekeeper handed over a gift in time, "Mr. Yan, this is the birthday gift prepared by my young master for young master Yan."

The beautifully wrapped gift box was much larger than the gift he prepared, and it was hard to tell what it was.

Song Ming glanced at the housekeeper appreciatively and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the butler prepared it in advance.