Song Qingyou leaned forward inertly, her heart was overloaded for a moment, she covered her chest with her bare hands and coughed one after another, her face gradually turned pale.

Song Chang was startled, and his first reaction was to look at Song Qingyou in the back seat, "Miss, are you okay?"

Song Qingyou coughed up blood from her handkerchief. She blocked it from Song Chang and forced out her voice: "Uncle Chang, get out of the car and take a look."

Song Chang turned his face worriedly and quickly got out of the car to see what he had hit. Just when his feet touched the ground, the man who was knocked down in front of him slowly got up. He was in ragged clothes and his hair was long and covered his eyes.

Song Chang didn't see his face clearly and thought he was a beggar. Just when he was about to speak out, he saw him walking straight towards the back window.

He immediately frowned and planned to step forward to stop her, but when he saw the sharp weapon in the man's hand, he froze in place.

Song Chang finally recognized who this person was and said sternly: "Song Chen, what do you want to do!"

Song Chen pressed the tip of the knife against Song Qingyou's neck. The skin under the sharp blade was white, soft and tender, and blood stains were rubbed out just by touching it.

He exuded a foul smell, as if he had just emerged from a garbage dump.

"Song Qingyou! One month, a whole month! Do you know what kind of life I spent in Jiang's underground city?!" Song Chen's eyes were red and his teeth were cracking as he stared at Song Qingyou's face, his voice was extremely hoarse,

Like a dying old man, his voice is very different from his original one.

Song Qingyou was still coughing, one after another, endlessly. She wanted to take the medicine from her bag, but when she lowered her head, the tip of the knife pierced her skin, and a drop of blood slipped from the tip and fell on the back of Song Chen's hand.

Song Qingyou didn't move anymore.

Song Chen's mental state was very wrong, but he had not completely lost his mind. He knew that this was on the street. Although it was remote, people would pass by soon. He put his neck on Song Qingyou's neck and got into the car. He lowered his voice and said: "Get Song Chang out of here."

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Song Qingyou raised her eyes and glanced at Song Chen, her eyes cold.

He said calmly: "Uncle Chang, please go back first."

Song Chang was so anxious that he broke out in sweat: "Song Chen, don't be impulsive. If you have any questions, come at me. Let the young lady go!"

The corner of Song Chen's mouth curled up, and he looked very attractive: "Song Chang, if you don't want Song Qingyou to be stabbed to death by me now, get out of here. Oh, by the way, tell Fu Wenzhou that his most precious woman is in my hands.

Here, if you want to save people, prepare 500 million and wait for my news!"

As he spoke, the tip of the knife pressed harder. Blood beads continued to flow down from the tip of the knife, and Song Qingyou frowned in pain.

Song Chang was afraid that he would really kill her, so he quickly backed away: "Don't hurt the lady, Song Chen, she is your sister!"

"Sister?" Song Chen laughed: "Is there any family relationship between the Song family? Stop making fun of me. Go back to the intersection."

Song Chang was sweating and clasped his hands behind his back, wanting to call the police.

Song Chen seemed to understand his thoughts: "If you're not afraid of her death, just call 110."

Song Chang's finger sliding across the screen suddenly paused. He glanced at Song Qingyou and stepped back step by step: "Song Chen, don't be impulsive. Do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison? You..."

His voice got farther and farther away. When Song Chen saw him walking away, he closed the car door with a bang and walked around to the driver's seat.

Song Qingyou endured the discomfort in her throat, and the moment the man opened the door, she immediately stood up and tried to open the door and run out.

There was a "click" sound.

The car door was locked.

Song Qingyou pulled hard several times but did not pull away.

Song Chen's devilish laughter came to his ears: "Don't bother Song Qingyou, it's time to settle the accounts between the two of us."

Song Qingyou slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

She thought she would die, but she never thought she would die in Song Chen's hands.

After being imprisoned for a month, Song Chen's spirit must have been tortured to the point of abnormality.

Song Chen drove all the way to the suburbs and finally stopped in an abandoned factory.

Song Chen opened the back seat door and pulled Song Qingyou out. He was so strong that Song Qingyou fell to the ground and started coughing again.

Song Chen knelt down in front of her and pinched her still bleeding neck with his palms. Every word was filled with hatred: "Do you fucking know how I spent this month in there? I have only been in prison before.

You have been with me for three days and I have been with you for a month? Ah? No! Song Qingyou, you are so cruel!"

Song Chen stared at Cha Hen, his pupils almost popping out of his head. He pinched Song Qingyou's neck hard, and blood overflowed from the wound and flowed into his palm.

Song Qingyou couldn't breathe, her face was extremely pale, and a mouthful of turbid blood stuck in her chest. She couldn't cough it out or swallow it.

When she was almost suffocating, Song Chen suddenly let go of her hand.

Song Qingyou covered her neck, gasping for air, the corners of her eyes were wet, and her internal organs were about to come out from the cough.

After she recovered, she raised her eyes and looked at Song Chen: "You locked me up... ahem... locked me up for three days? Then how many times did you lock me up for three days in a month? Song Chen... cough... this month

It’s you who reap the consequences.”

Song Chen gritted his teeth and looked at her without saying a word.

Song Qingyou's voice was hoarse: "What do you want? What is the purpose of tying me here? Who instigated you?"

Song Chen would not have the brains and courage, nor would he risk kidnapping her for a mere 500 million yuan.

Song Chen's eyes changed drastically, the muscles on his face were trembling angrily, and his eyes were as sharp as fire, "Do you really think you can calculate everything?"

He sneered and tied Song Qingyou to the pillar behind her.

He looked at her and said jokingly: "Do you think that mad dog will smell it and bite it?"

Song Qingyou's expression suddenly darkened: "I'm warning you, Song Chen. If you dare to attack Fu Wenzhou, I will never make it easy for you."

Song Chen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, the laughter was hoarse and terrifying: "Song Qingyou, I never thought that a cold-blooded and scheming person like you would be afraid sometimes. What? You're afraid that I might hurt that mad dog?"

?Then you will be disappointed."

He patted Song Qingyou's face with a knife: "You can do whatever you want in the capital, and you can use the Jiang family to imprison me in the underground city. Without the secret help of Fu, do you think you would do it so smoothly? I

I've been in jail for a month worse than a pig or a dog, do you think I should settle this debt with you two?"

"Song Wei bullied you, and I sent her abroad. Song Shi let a snake bite you, and I went to your room to kill the snake. Li Ruo planted a garden full of roses, and I shoveled it up.

"

His voice suddenly became bitter, his smile turned into a twisted bitter smile, and there was some hatred in his eyes: "In the Song family, I am the only one who knows that you are allergic to roses. Song Qingyou, do you think I am not treating you well?"

"I only locked you up for a few days, and you want to retaliate against me like this? Who in the Song family has not been more cruel to you than me? Why do you only want to retaliate against me!" Song Chen's violent black eyes flashed with a ferocious light like a beast:

"Sometimes I really want to tear your hypocritical face to pieces."
Chapter completed!