When he returned to the prison and saw Song Yuan again, he looked as if he was confident of winning.

It seemed that it was expected that Song Qingyou would come back to find him.

At this moment, Song Yuan was sure that he was the one in charge, so he spoke much more relaxedly than before: "Have you visited your mother?"

Song Qingyou looked directly at Song Yuan and said in a cold voice: "Where did you take my mother's ashes? Song Yuan, when she was alive, you betrayed her, hurt her, and made her miserable. Even if she died, you

You won’t let her go either!”

Song Yuan's expression was distorted for a moment, and then he lowered his voice: "You want to know? Then get me out of this damn place!"

Song Qingyou looked at him coldly: "You are dreaming."

Song Yuan smiled sinisterly: "If you don't want to know, you won't come back again. Since you are back, it means you have agreed to negotiate with me. Since it is a negotiation, you must have some leverage."

Song Qingyou asked indifferently: "Your arrest happened suddenly. The Chinese New Year is approaching. How could you care about Song Ning's affairs? So you have no time and will not hide Song Ning's ashes."

After observing Song Yuan's expression change for a moment, Song Qingyou continued: "More than twenty years ago, you personally pulled out Song Ning's oxygen tube, rushed Song Ning's body to be cremated, and told my grandfather that Song Ning had already died.

Death. The doctor back then has been bribed by you, so it is impossible for you to rush to cremate Song Ning because you are afraid that the matter will be exposed."

Song Yuan's face suddenly turned from green to white.

"Let me guess the reason why you are anxious to cremate Song Ning." Song Qingyou said word by word: "It's because when you entered the ward and wanted to kill Song Ning, Song Ning disappeared. In order to deceive my grandfather, you successfully took away Song Ning.

The control of the Song family can only tell me the news of the death of grandpa Song Ning with an empty urn, right?"

Every word is heartbreaking.

Song Yuan's face could not hold back for a long time. He looked a bit sinister and suddenly smiled slowly: "As expected, the blood of Song Ning, the most famous lady in the capital, is flowing. This brain is better than the other three losers. Qing Qing

You, if you were not a member of the Song family, I would have trained you to be my heir."

Song Qingyou's expression did not change, with disgust in her eyes: "Don't disgust me with these words, Song Yuan, what happened back then, and why did Song Ning disappear in the ward."

Before Song Yuan could speak, Song Qingyou continued: "If you tell me honestly, I can still give you a way to live, otherwise you and your family of four will go to Prison No. 12."

When he heard about Prison No. 12, Song Yuan's expression suddenly changed: "It's you! Did you do that thing about Fu Tingshen?"

"So what if it's me, so what if it's not me."

"Song Qingyou! You have such a vicious heart!" Song Yuan was really scared. Prison No. 12 was not a place for people at all. If he were transferred there, Song Yuan would be tortured more painfully than death.

This kind of torture will accompany Song Yuanyu for decades to come.

It was not that Song Yuan had never heard of Fu Tingshen's tragic situation. He didn't expect that Song Qingyou could do such an incredible job.

Song Yuan's eyes were red and he stared at Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou said calmly: "I would have found out even if you didn't tell me, so why bother yourself? After all, you are already old, so you won't have to suffer that humiliation."

"I really underestimated you." Song Yuan exhaled, "Song Ning ran away after giving birth to you."

"...What?" Song Qingyou was stunned, as if she didn't expect that the truth of the matter would be like this.

A cold smile appeared on Song Yuan's lips, with a sense of revenge in his eyes: "Song Qingyou, the truth is that Song Ning, your mother abandoned you. After she gave birth to you, she left you as a baby in the delivery room and ran away by herself.

Yes! And your grandpa Song Zhi, do you think he loves you? Let me tell you, in fact, he hates you so much! Song Zhi feels that if it weren’t for you, Song Ning would not have died. I saw his hands with my own eyes

On your neck."

Song Yuan gestured and showed a sinister smile: "Just like this, you were almost strangled to death on that snowy winter night! If I hadn't stopped you, do you think you could survive today? Of course, I can save you too.

It's not because of father's love, but because you are alive, I can use you to get the Song family's equity. Otherwise, if you die, I will become a person who has nothing to do with the Song family."

Song Yuan's voice was filled with anger and sarcasm: "Song Qingyou, your revenge all along is a joke, hahaha... Take back the Song family, avenge your mother and grandfather who you thought were dead, and try every possible means to kill me, but in the end the person you love

I don’t even love you."

Song Yuan's laughter became more and more crazy: "No one in this world loves you at all. You are destined to be an orphan and abandoned baby in this life, and you will never get a trace of love!"

He said viciously: "Song Qingyou, you are trash that no one wants!"

…

This year's late spring cold seems to have come a little late. It was almost at the end of March when the cold wind blew across the earth again.

There were dark clouds overhead, and heavy rain fell at every turn.

When Song Qingyou came out of prison, the rain was so heavy that it was useless to hold an umbrella. Her eyelashes were wet from the rain. She gently wiped them off with the back of her hand, and frowned slightly as her skin was cold and stinging.

Fu Bei came over holding a black umbrella: "Madam, are you going back?"

"Um."

The heavy rain pounded on the car window, making soft noises one after another.

Song Qingyou was a little absent-minded. What Song Yuan said in prison just now did not leave much ripples in her heart.

No one wants it?

Not really.

She also has Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou will love her forever.

Fu Wenzhou will always want her.

Rain wetted the car windows and fog rose from the glass.

Song Qingyou raised her hand and carefully wrote Fu Wenzhou's name one stroke at a time with her fingertips.

When she finished the last stroke, a smile slowly appeared on her lips.

When I got home, it was already very late.

As soon as Song Qingyou opened the door, she saw Fu Wenzhou leaning on the angry lion cane, holding porridge in one hand, and guarding the door with a sullen face.

She was startled: "What are you doing at the door? Are you a doorman?"

"Is there a doorman as handsome as me?" Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice.

The kitten meowed twice, trying to escape from the clutches and pounce on Song Qingyou.

Fu Wenzhou held him down and lectured him: "Can't you see that I don't miss you at all? If you don't come home even at this late hour, I don't take you seriously at all."

Song Qingyou: "..."

She said amusedly: "Fu Wenzhou, you are just a childish ghost."

Fu Wenzhou dislikes Song Qingyou calling him naive. He is younger than her, so it makes him seem very immature.

"Does it take you so long to see Song Yuan? I don't answer the phone or reply to WeChat messages. I understand, my sister just thinks I'm annoying."

He deliberately kept a serious face, and his facial features became sharp, but his tone was aggrieved and pitiful.

How to describe it?

Song Qingyou thinks that is probably a huge Tibetan mastiff to coquettish the owner?

Well.

Song Qingyou stomped his feet and stretched out his hand and rubbed Fu Wenzhou's head: "The state is good, the sister's mobile phone has no power to turn off, how can I think the state is annoyed."

State ...

State!

Fu Wenzhou was coaxed, and his eyebrows stretched out. The painted eyes seemed like a light flowing: "It will be called in the future!"

He laughed very beautifully, Song Qingyou was a little obsessed: "No, you and the porridge and porridge are not good at distinguish."

Fu Wenzhou: "... change the cat name."

He regretted it that he should not think about himself in order to greedy Song Qinggou, and deliberately named the cat named porridge.

I really moved to stones and smashed my feet!

Fu Wenzhou's poor Baba said: "Sister, can't change the cat's name? There is only one in the state."

Song Qingyou ignored him, picked up porridge and went upstairs.

Fu Wenzhou's obsessed cane followed up, and his mouth couldn't help it:

"Grapefruit, there is a good state in porridge!"

"I can also be your cat too!"

"Meow!"

Song Qingzhu's mouth pumped fiercely, and looked back at him: "You can give me a sofa for me tonight!"

Fu Wenzhou was indignant: "... you treat it differently."

"You call too badly."
Chapter completed!