Chapter 717 Overheard Conversation (17)

Song Qingchun was stunned when faced with Mother Su's sudden request. Although she was confused in her heart, she still nodded her head sensibly and said, "Okay."

There was no one in the hotel's cafe. Song Qingchun and Su's mother found a sofa by the window and sat down facing each other.

In her early years, Su's mother lived in poverty with a child. She was still very young at that time, and she always dreamed of sitting in Starbucks and drinking a cup of coffee like a bourgeois like other girls of the same age. Later, she became more and more Now that she was rich, she could afford to drink the best coffee, but she couldn't get used to the taste, so after the waiter handed her the tea order, she ordered a pot of Biluochun, which she had been enjoying drinking for all these years.

Biluochun served it quickly. Song Qingchun wanted to help make the tea, but Su's mother brought the teapot first, brewing high and low, then poured two cups of tea in an orderly manner, and handed one of the cups to Song Qingchun first.

"Thank you." Song Qingchun took it with both hands.

Mother Su raised her head and smiled, picked up another cup of tea, and took a sip. The aroma of tea overflowed, but her heart became even more mixed with joy and sorrow.

Mother Su didn't speak for a long time, just sipping tea in small sips.

Her silent look gave Song Qingchun a bad premonition in her heart. She glanced at Su's mother across from her from time to time. When she didn't know how many times she went to see Su's mother, Su's mother put the hand in her hand. He put down the tea cup and gave her a charitable smile: "This tea is not bad."

Song Qingchun didn't taste the tea at all. When he heard Su's mother's words, he nodded slowly and said "hmm" in a cooperative manner.

Mother Su poured the boiled water into the teapot, and filled the two teacups with the same graceful look as when she was making tea.

When Song Qingchun held up the tea cup under Mother Su's side, she finally couldn't help but said, "Aunt Su, is there something you want to tell me?"

"Yes." Mother Su responded. Before she could think of how to speak, she paused and said, "It's cold outside. Let's drink some hot tea to warm up. We'll talk later."

She had said so. Even though Song Qingchun was worried and curious in his heart, he was too embarrassed to press the question, so he had to pretend to be calm and wait.

After making tea for the fourth time, Su's mother finally spoke: "Qingchun, first of all, I want to say thank you. Thanks to you for taking care of A-Nian these days."

Song Qingchun lowered the tea cup raised to her lips: "Aunt Su, what are you talking about? Su Zhinian was injured because of me. This is what I should do."

Mother Su smiled. She didn't worry about whether she should thank her or not. She looked at Song Qingchun for a while, then lowered her gaze, sighed slightly, and said straight to the point: "Youth , To tell you the truth, the reason why I have been busy these days is because I went to interview and care for A Nian."

Interviewing a caregiver? Song Qingchun's expression was slightly startled, and he vaguely understood the purpose of Su's mother asking him to come here to talk.

Su's mother simply organized her words, and then continued: "I didn't do this properly. After all, you have a job and your father to accompany you. There is no reason for you to take care of A-Nian like this day and night..."

Song Qingchun was not sure whether Su's mother was being polite to her, or if there was another deep meaning behind her words. She pursed her lips slightly and said nothing.