My Mr. Song is extremely protective ( Machine Translation )

The lunch was slightly better because there were leftovers from the previous meal.

Song de simply used the leftovers and added some water into the pot to make water porridge. There were ready-made salted vegetables on the cabinet, so he and the two brothers had a meal together.

His daughter seemed to have woken up when it was dark, but her eyes did not move. She just looked at the roof, and no one knew what she was thinking?

As for Tang Shufen, he did not care at all. Even if the woman screamed that she was hungry, he did not go over to take a look.

It was all Tang Shufen's fault for coming up with such a bad idea. She insisted on keeping the woman, resulting in the situation at home.

What worried Song de now was dinner. After he put the rice into the pot, because he added too little water, he directly turned the rice into a rice sandwich.

He hadn't been in the kitchen in the past few decades. He didn't expect to be reduced to cooking in the kitchen now.

The more he thought about it, the more he held his breath. When he looked up, he saw smoke coming out of the POT. No, he remembered that he had added a lot of water!

She opened the lid again and saw that the smoke was coming out from the bottom.

There was still a lot of water in the pot. What was going on?

She took a shovel and scratched the bottom of the pot. Only then did she realize that because the rice had not been turned over, the bottom had already fallen off!

Song de was so angry that he threw the shovel to the ground with a smack.

He really could not live this life anymore. He came to the youngest daughter's room in an imposing manner.

At first glance, he still looked like he was blaming the heavens and the people, as if someone owed her. Song de was so angry that he grabbed the bowl on the table and slammed it on the ground. He shouted, "If you're not dead, then get up and cook for me. What are you looking at with Your Eyes Open?

"Look at the roof. Can I see your innocence? "

Song Qian looked at her father who was flaunting his power on the ground. was He still her father?

Did he not know what had happened to her?

Actually, she was not unconscious last night. Her mind was conscious, but she could not control her body. The man from last night had pressed down on her body and tormented her. It really hurt!

She wanted to cry and scream, but she could not control her body. She did not pass out until the man pulled her body away... ...

"Dad! What are you doing here? " Song Qian's face was full of tears as she replied in a cold voice, "are you here to see if I'm dead?

Are you especially disappointed that I'm not dead?"

"It's not that easy to die! " Song de saw that his daughter had replied and looked at his face full of tears. He could not bear it. His tone softened a little as he said, "there's no one at home now, so I can cook.

Your two brothers are lying on the Kang and can't do anything to help.

There's no need to mention your mother. How am I supposed to cook?

"I don't know how to cook at all! "

Song de stood by the Kang, muttering to himself about all the grievances he had suffered. He didn't notice that his daughter's gaze was getting colder and colder. There was even a great amount of hatred erupting from within.

Song Qian looked at her father coldly. When he finally finished speaking, she said indifferently, "do you mean to let me go down to the ground to cook? "

"Yes! " Song de replied.

Song Qian said, "Oh! Father, go out for a while. I'll get up right away! "

When Song de heard this news, he was immediately happy. He walked out without even looking at his daughter.

Song Qian's cold gaze watched song de walk out. Only then did she slowly sit up. The pain in her lower body told her what exactly she had experienced last night... ...

She really hated it in her heart. She wanted to go and see her brothers.

If they hadn't provoked that woman, how could she have ended up like this?