Song Yuan stared at her with bloodshot eyes. He gritted his teeth and said: "Song Shi, Song Wei, and Li Ruo have all been imprisoned by you. Song Chen is now lying in the hospital in a vegetative state. What else do you want?"

How about it? Qingyou, no matter what, I am your father."

It wasn't until this moment that Song Yuan truly realized Song Qingyou's tricks. When he saw Song Qingyou's eyes that looked so much like Song Ning's, he suddenly didn't dare to be arrogant anymore.

Song Qingyou looked at him, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. She covered her lips and laughed for a long time before she said coldly: "Father? Luo Yuan, now that things have happened, you still plan to perform such a vulgar and vulgar act with me here.

Isn’t it a family drama that you don’t believe in?”

Song Yuan's eyes widened: "What do you mean!"

Song Qingyou smiled at the corner of her mouth, but the smile did not reach her eyes: "Do you still remember how my mother died?"

Her voice was very cold, which made Song Yuan tremble in his heart. There was an incredible look in his old and cloudy eyes, and he said with the corner of his mouth: "Your mother died in childbirth. This is the fact!"

"Difficult childbirth?" Song Qingyou chuckled: "Do you think I believe this kind of nonsense?"

Song Yuan couldn't figure out what she meant now, and was still making the final struggle: "Qingyou, I am your father, don't forget that my blood is flowing in you!"

Song Qingyou's eyes were as cold as frost: "If possible, I would like to drain my own blood."

After speaking, she said calmly: "I found the doctor who performed the surgery on my mother back then."

Song Yuan suddenly panicked with his light words.

His fingers turned white and his lips trembled: "How could...how could it be possible!"

He arranged what happened back then so rigorously. He gave the doctor more than five million and asked him to disappear anonymously. How could it be possible!

Song Qingyou took the document bag from Fun Nan and threw it in front of Song Yuan: "This is the evidence that you illegally misappropriated my grandfather's inheritance and tampered with the will, as well as the recording of you entering the delivery room and killing my mother, and the doctor's confession.

Do you think that changing your last name can cover up everything? Luo Yuan, I didn’t expect you to be so naive at your age."

"I don't know if you can get used to prison life." Song Qingyou said with a smile: "But you don't have to worry, because you will be pulled out and shot after a short time in prison for your crimes."

She pierced Song Yuan's heart with every word, and the continuous blows had knocked him back to the low self-esteem, sensitive, and fearful Luo Yuan he had been more than twenty years ago.

The long-lost inferiority complex deep in his heart turned into deep anger and malice, making him forget for a moment that there were police officers behind him and that there were two bodyguards beside Song Qingyou.

He quickly took the long whip from the servant's hand that he had been waiting for for a long time, and planned to control Song Qingyou like before. As long as he beat her and subdued her, she would be unable to do anything else!

But he also forgot that he was now a useless person with no strength in his hands. The long whip slowly slipped from his palm before he could swing it.

Song Yuan stared at his almost disabled arm with scarlet eyes, and the mask on his narrow and selfish face was cracking inch by inch.

Song Qingyou covered her lips and coughed a few times, then folded her coat: "Congratulations, your family may be able to reunite in prison. It's good. It's a Chinese New Year, so the whole family is happy."

The policemen looked at each other. One policeman picked up the document from the ground, flipped through a few pages, and immediately handed it to their captain.

The captain lowered his head, slightly shocked.

The evidence is so conclusive, how many years did it take to investigate in secret?

No wonder Xiao Fu always likes her. It doesn’t matter that she is beautiful, but she is outstanding in scheming, means and courage.

After all, not just anyone can do three kills in one night.

He sighed secretly and winked at the others. The police behind him immediately stepped forward to control Song Yuan.

The sound of sirens was heard endlessly, and Song Yuan, Song Shi and Song Wei were escorted into the police car one by one.

Night is approaching, the sound of firecrackers is everywhere, the gorgeous fireworks are blooming in the sky, the heavy snow has stopped at some point, and even the cold wind blowing by my ears is much gentler than before.

Song Qingyou stood on the roadside, with the dark Song family behind her and the brightly lit city street in front of her.

She took two steps and looked down the mountain.

The lights of thousands of houses are as bright as the stars.

The curve of the corners of her lips widened little by little, and Song Qingyou suddenly wanted to go home, to the home where she and Fu Wenzhou were the only ones.

She called Song Chang eagerly: "Uncle Chang, go home... cough... I want to go home!"

The cold wind poured into her lungs, and she began to cough. Before Song Chang came closer, the rise and fall of her chest suddenly became larger. She coughed several times, and when she took the handkerchief away, it was stained with scarlet red.

There was a salty smell in her mouth. Song Qingyou stared at the handkerchief in shock for a moment, then threw it away in the trash can at the door as if nothing had happened. She smiled at Song Chang who came over, her eyes filled with stars: "Uncle Chang, let's go home.

Well, I promised Fu Wenzhou that I would go back and have the New Year's Eve dinner with him."

Song Chang nodded, the tip of his nose felt sore. After so many years, the lady finally sent the family to the police station with her own hands.

After many years of planning and holding back, now that the great revenge has been avenged, he should be happy, but for some reason, Song Chang's eyes are very sore.

He held back his tears and looked at Song Qingyou with loving eyes: "Hey, let's go home. Don't keep Mr. Fu waiting."

The car was speeding all the way, and Song Qingyou had never felt like returning home for a moment in her life.

She had never felt that the Song family was her home before. She was born without a mother, and her grandfather passed away shortly after her mother died. She had never experienced the feeling of home.

For so many years, she had lived like an emotionless animal, and she had always thought that she did not need these things. It was not until Fu Wenzhou broke in without warning and took over her territory without any explanation that Song Qingyou realized that deep down in her heart, she longed to have someone.

Home.

She wants to have a family with Fu Wenzhou.

Song Qingyou thought that when she recovered from her illness, she would personally buy a small home of their own for her and Fu Wenzhou.

When the car was about to reach Yalin Villa, it suddenly stalled.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyou asked.

Song Chang frowned and said: "I don't know what's going on. The engine is turned off. I'll go down and check... Miss, it's cold outside. Just wait in the car. Don't get out of the car..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingyou had already opened the car door.

She was eager to see Fu Wenzhou.

The wind is freezing and heavy snow is coming.

Song Qingyou ran against the wind with her weak and broken body, letting the biting cold wind penetrate into her body and running forward without any care.

Fu Wenzhou was standing at the door, leaning against the wall with a cane. Ever since Song Qingyou went out, he had been standing here waiting for her to come back.

He has always been very patient when it comes to dealing with Song Qingyou.

The swirling snowflakes fell again, landing on Fu Wenzhou's shoulders. As if telepathic, he quickly raised his eyes.

There was a figure running towards him in the distance.

Fu Wenzhou subconsciously opened his hand to catch Song Qingyou's body, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was maximized.

She was so light that even though his legs were injured, they were not touched at all.

The man didn't even mention that he was waiting for her in the wind and snow for several hours on crutches.

He just smiled lovingly: "Sister, I feel cold."

"It doesn't matter." Song Qingyou said, "It doesn't matter, Fu Wenzhou."

Backlight——
Chapter completed!