Song Wei threw the phone away with a bang, a sinister expression on her delicate face.

Why did Song Qingyou know about Double Apartment?

She did it so secretly, sneaking past every time, how could she know!

Song Wei screamed and swept everything on the table to the ground out of control.

The loud noise attracted people outside, and someone knocked on the door.

"Song Wei, are you okay?"

Song Wei immediately straightened up his manners, kicked the cigarette ashes on the ground to the corner, and smiled: "It's okay, I just accidentally knocked something over."

"Then be careful Weiwei."

"OK."

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, Song Wei's face darkened, and his heart burned with anger.

Five hundred million, where will she get five hundred million?

Song Qingyou can really speak like a lion!

Song Wei has been spending a lot of money abroad in the past few years, and she has no more than two million at most. She has no money and can only go to her brother Song Shi.

Song Shi hung up the phone immediately when he heard that she wanted 500 million.

Song Wei was so angry that she had no choice but to go find Song Yuan.

She drove from the dance studio to Song's, and saw a silver Maybach at the door. The window was half-opened, and the man's fingers hanging out of the window were holding a cigarette, and his knuckles felt pale and cold.

From this angle, Song Wei could only see half of the man's profile, and he felt familiar for some reason.

She didn't think much and quickly walked towards the Song family's gate.

Song Yuan and several partners came out of the building and stood at the intersection talking and laughing.

A strong wind blew past Song Wei's ears. Before she could react, the silver Maybach jumped from behind her and drove straight in the direction of Song Yuan.

She was immediately startled: "Dad!"

Song Wei's exclamation saved Song Yuan's life.

Song Yuan turned around and saw a car hitting him. He jumped back in fright and quickly dodged. However, he was still a step too slow. His right hand was rubbed by the car body, and the huge gravity threw him onto the steps.

Song Yuan fainted on the spot.

The partners were all frightened, and some panicked and called the police.

Song Wei quickly ran over and squatted in front of Song Yuan, "Dad, how are you, Dad!"

The silver Maybach parked not far away, and the man got out of the car.

There was an unburnt cigarette in his mouth.

Fu Wenzhou walked over, his cold features as frosty as snow, and his dark eyes deep.

He walked to Song Yuan's side, raised his leg and kicked Song Yuan violently, knocking him awake.

Song Wei had not forgotten her persona outside at this time. She was crying and asked: "Who are you and why did you hit my dad? We have already called the police!"

Several partners nearby recognized Fu Wenzhou and were too afraid to speak out.

Fu Wenzhou didn't even look at Song Wei. He tugged his lips at Song Yuan who struggled to open his eyes: "Which hand hit Song Qingyou."

Song Yuan hid quickly. Although he was knocked down, except for the pain in his right hand, there was nothing serious. When he saw that Fu Wenzhou had hit him, he became furious: "Fu Wenzhou! You are committing a crime! This is murder!"

Song was stunned for a moment and looked up at Fu Wenzhou.

So he is Fu Wenzhou? Now the head of the Fu family?

After not seeing each other for several years, this man has become more and more handsome.

With her background and good looks, no wonder Song Qingyou is reluctant to let go.

Song Wei rolled his eyes, thinking about it.

She stood up suddenly and stood in front of Song Yuan, staring at Fu Wenzhou: "You are not allowed to hurt my dad!"

Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes: "Are you Song Wei?"

Song Wei looked like she was scared, but she stood up bravely for her father. Her voice trembled and she said softly: "Yes, I am Song Wei, Fu Wenzhou. We met when we were children. You...you still remember me?"

? Do you have any misunderstanding with my dad? "

Fu Wenzhou slowly exhaled a puff of green smoke and glanced at her expressionlessly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Somehow, Song Wei felt guilty because of this look, and she forced herself to smile: "Wenzhou..."

"Is it you who called Wenzhou?" Fu Wenzhou's voice was cold and thin, and his eyes as deep as the cold night were stained with a layer of sinister fervor. Before Song Wei could say anything, he kicked him away without any sense of pity: "Get out of here.

Go ahead, I don’t have time to talk nonsense with you today.”

Song Wei never expected that a man would actually attack a woman.

Her abdomen hurt from being kicked, and she huddled next to Song Yuan, her facial features twisted into a ball because of the pain. She was afraid of being beaten again, so she didn't dare to say a word.

The father and daughter looked particularly pitiful.

Fu Wenzhou's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes were reddish, and his whole body exuded a strong aura of violence.

Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, he stubbed it out: "I'm asking you, which hand hit Song Qingyou."

Song Yuan gritted his teeth and sneered: "You want to avenge her? Fu Wenzhou, you walk sideways all day and night, and you are not afraid of being killed one day? Let me tell you, this capital does not have a surname of Fu!"

Fu Wenzhou sneered: "A tough talk?"

The deep voice contained a signal of extreme danger, like a bloodthirsty beast that had found its prey, giving people great pressure.

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Song Yuan's heart. The next second, he saw Fu Wenzhou leaving. Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, the other party opened the trunk and took out a large hammer.

Song Yuan's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly crawled back.

Song Wei's pupils shrank in fear: "Fu Wenzhou! What do you want to do?"

The partners on the side were also frightened when they saw this formation. Some wanted to stop it, but were stopped by others.

Fu Wenzhou is a mad dog. He goes crazy and disowns all his relatives. Who dares to offend him?

Don't want to die?

They can only pray that Song Yuanfu will be lucky.

Fu Wenzhou walked over step by step. His whole person was very different from usual. His aura was extremely sinister, exuding a strong and bloodthirsty aura.

"Song Yuan, I remember I warned you before, don't touch her." A deep and terrifying laugh came from his throat, making people shudder: "Why didn't you listen?"

Song Yuan's pupils were full of fear. He no longer acted like Mr. Song and begged for mercy: "Fu Wenzhou, calm down. You are committing a crime. Do you know this? I advise you not to act recklessly. I will tell you if you hit me today."

I won’t pursue it again!”

"Noisy." Fu Wenzhou said coolly.

The hammer fell high and Song Yuan couldn't dodge at all. His arm was hit by the heavy hammer and he screamed in agony.

However, this was not over yet. His other hand was not spared either. Both arms were bruised and bloody, and the pain was unbearable. He fainted again.

Song Wei was so frightened that he lost his voice, trembled all over, and did not dare to move.

The sound of police sirens came closer and closer. Fu Wenzhou threw down the hammer, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked calmly.

The police had never seen such a battle before, and they were all stunned. After realizing, they hurriedly called an ambulance and had Song Yuan and Song Wei sent to the hospital.

"Mr. Fu, I'm offended."
Chapter completed!