Song Qingyou applied for a special visit, and now she and Song Yuan were sitting face to face.

Faced with Song Yuan's deliberately provocative and irritating words, Song Qingyou showed no unnecessary expression on her face.

With an indifferent look on her face, she pushed the document in her hand over and said concisely: "Sign."

Song Yuan's expression gradually turned cold, and he couldn't move his hands that were handcuffed together. He could only roar: "Song Qingyou! You bitch!"

"Quiet!" the prison guard warned him immediately.

The corners of Song Yuan's mouth kept twitching, obviously very angry, but he soon calmed down and sat back down: "It's okay if you want me to sign, but you have to get me out of this damn place! Otherwise, you will never get me

Shares in the Song family!"

Song Qingyou was disturbed by Song Yuan. She frowned slightly, covered her lips and coughed a few times. After her breathing slowed down, she raised her eyes and looked at Song Yuan with a cold gaze: "Song Yuan, what qualifications do you have to threaten me?"

Song Yuan didn't expect that she would talk to him like this, and his chest heaved violently with anger, but under the current situation, he could only swallow his anger: "Youyou, no matter what, we are still father and daughter. You can bear to have your father die in prison for the rest of his life.

? You have my blood in your body. No matter what happens, blood relationship cannot change the fact."

Song Qingyou's expression was cold and her tone was disgusting: "Your blood makes me feel sick."

Song Yuan said angrily: "Song Qingyou! Don't be so shameless. If you want me to sign, get me out! Otherwise..."

"Song Yuan, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense here." Song Qingyou glanced at him lightly: "If you don't sign the share transfer agreement, I don't mind adding a few more charges to you and re-indicting you, making you a death sentence indefinitely."

Song Yuan was stunned, his eyes seemed to want to eat Song Qingyou, and he said viciously: "Song Qingyou, do you have to kill them all!"

"Sign - or not?" Song Qingyou asked.

Song Yuan gritted his teeth and stared at Song Qingyou with splitting eyes for several seconds, and finally picked up the pen on the table and signed his name on it.

Song Qingyou waited for him to finish signing, then took back the documents with an expressionless face, sorted them one by one and put them back into the portfolio. Just when she stood up to leave, Song Yuan suddenly spoke -

"Go see your mother more often when you have time."

Song Qingyou turned back suddenly, looking straight at Song Yuan with sharp eyes.

Song Yuan pulled his lips and smiled, his eyes full of evil.

After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, Song Qingyou slowly looked away and turned to leave.

After leaving the prison, Song Qingyou closed her eyes as the wind blew in her face.

Fu Bei opened an umbrella to protect her from the wind and protected her in the car.

Song Qingyou was sitting in the car, her eyes always looking out the window.

Song Yuan would not suddenly mention Song Ning, and Song Qingyou felt a sense of surprise in her heart.

And once the seeds of doubt are planted, they almost immediately grow into towering trees.

Song Qingyou said coldly: "Go to Beixiang Cemetery."

Fu Bei turned the car around and drove in the opposite direction.

Song Qingyou's two closest relatives lived in Beixiang Cemetery. Her mother and grandfather were permanently placed here after their death.

Song Qingyou got off the car and said to Fu Bei: "Wait for me here."

Fu Bei nodded: "Okay."

Song Qingyou walked in alone. She hadn't been here for more than half a year.

When she came here in previous years, she would always choose a sunny and windy day, so that she would not feel lonely and sad inside.

People's mood will also improve when they encounter good weather.

Song Qingyou had never met her mother, but her mother died because of her. If Song Ning had not had dystocia and was pregnant, perhaps she would not have died so early.

Every time she came to the cemetery, Song Qingyou felt more guilty than sad when facing Song Ning.

Song Qingyou's grandfather loved her very much when he was here. Unfortunately, when Song Ning left, her grandfather was so sad that his body suddenly collapsed. He watched helplessly as the Song family was taken away, and the old man followed his daughter away within a few years.

Song Qingyou was left with only a baby, struggling to survive in the huge Song family that was supposed to belong to her.

The tombs of Song Ning and Song Zhi are connected together.

As early as Song Qingyou came of age, she changed the inscriptions on her tombstone from son-in-law and husband to daughter and granddaughter.

Song Qingyou bought two bouquets of flowers at the entrance of the cemetery. When she looked up at the sky, she smiled: "It's a very good weather."

She walked very slowly, even slower than usual, but no matter how slow she was, she would still get there.

Song Qingyou placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, then wiped the dust off the tombstone with a handkerchief, and talked to Song Zhi's tomb for a while before looking at Song Ning's tombstone.

The photo on the tombstone was chosen by Song Qingyou himself. It was the only photo left by Song Ning, and it was also the one that was cropped by Song Wei.

Even Song Wei didn't know that the photo that Song Qingyou treasured was actually stolen from the tombstone and went to a camera shop to make a photocopy.

Afterwards, she put the original photo back on the tombstone and kept the photocopied one at home.

Song Qingyou slowly bent down and put her fingers on the edge of the stone under the tombstone. Nowadays, in order to make it easier to place ashes, cemeteries have adopted chimeric mausoleums.

Just use a tool to lift it on the edge, and the tomb box can be opened.

Song Qingyou got the tools from the cemetery staff, but she kept bending over and didn't take action.

Time passed minute by minute.

Song Qingyou finally moved, and she lifted the stone slab away little by little.

When she saw the well-preserved tomb box inside, Song Qingyou's fingertips trembled. She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the hesitation on her face disappeared. She moved her fingertips to gently open the tomb box.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, dark clouds covered the sun, and a dark wind blew past my ears.

Song Qingyou was suddenly stunned. She stared blankly at the empty box, her mind was like a storm, unable to calm down.

She stayed there for a long time before gradually coming back to her senses.

Song Qingyou quickly put the tomb box back. The moment she turned around, she stumbled suddenly and fell to the ground. She ignored the pain and got up from the ground and walked forward quickly.

She had to go back to prison and ask Song Yuan what was going on!

Fu Bei saw that the white holy dress was stained with dust and frowned.

"Fu Bei, go back to prison!"

Song Qingyou's voice was urgent and her expression was panicked.
Chapter completed!