Chapter 881: Pretending to be innocent all the time

"Lao Tzu is also a figure with a head and a face in Kyoto!" Chu Sheng looked at Song Yutian coldly, stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky, "My Chu's Pharmaceutical is also well-known!"

"I didn't lie to you!" Song Yutian said with a choked up of grievances.

"Do you still dare to say that you didn't know about the good things you did in southern Jiangsu before!" Chu Sheng waved his hands to express his anger, "Do you still use Lao Tzu to point out those ugly things to you one by one?"

"What did you say?" Song Yutian didn't understand what Chu Sheng was referring to at all.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten your glorious days as a dancer in a nightclub, hum! Pretend to be so innocent, I still believe it!" Chu Sheng stretched out his right index finger, pointed directly at Song Yutian, and said sharply: "I've been chasing you so seriously for so long!

"I'm not! I don't!" Song Yutian couldn't stop crying, and her tears couldn't stop falling, and Song Chuyang felt distressed for a while.

"No need to quibble! Lao Tzu doesn't have the time to talk nonsense with you!" Chu Sheng waved his hand impatiently and continued, "Let me tell you, Lao Tzu chased you just for fun! Now that Lao Tzu has found his true love, if you dare to make trouble, don't blame Lao Tzu for being unkind to you!"

"True love?" Song Yutian raised his teary eyes, looked at Chu Sheng stupidly, and asked stupidly.

"Yes, the sound is my true love! So, if I find out that you provoked her in the future. Hmph, you can do it yourself!" Chu Sheng said coldly, turning around and leaving.

Song Yutian wiped away his tears and stretched out his hand to grab Chu Sheng, but suddenly paused.

Song Yutian glanced at his hands sadly. How could such a pair of dirty hands touch Chu Sheng's white suit.

"You wait!" Song Yutian shouted anxiously and quietly.

"What are you doing?" Chu Sheng stood still, but did not look back, and said viciously.

"I, I used my savings to buy you a gift......" Song Yutian dug out a small bag carefully wrapped in a handkerchief from the pocket of his dirty clothes.

Chu Sheng watched with disdain as Song Yutian opened the handkerchief bag and took out an embroidered purse inside. What years have it been! There are still people using purses!

It's amazing!

Song Yutian carefully unbuttoned the purse and dragged out a watch that didn't look very expensive.

Chu Sheng looked at his watch, then looked back at Song Yutian's tear-stained face, smiled coldly, and said, "Don't bother thinking about it! You are such a good, Lao Tzu can't look at it! Your watch, Lao Tzu can't look down on it either!"

Song Yutian looked at the watch in his hand aggrievedly, and said in a low voice: "This is what I bought after saving money for a long time." ”

"So what, everything about you has nothing to do with me!" Chu Sheng shook his hand and turned around again, preparing to leave this dirty and smelly place.

"Then, my father......" Song Yutian said timidly, "you said you would help me." ”

"Why should I help you? You're not my anyone! I just wanted to catch you up when I said that!" Chu Sheng smiled coldly and turned around.

"Do you really think I'm going to help you find your father? You're so funny! Your father doesn't want you anymore! You know? He left your mother and daughter in the first place, how could you let you find him!" Chu Sheng cracked the corners of his mouth and raised an evil smile, "He is the re-version of Chen Shimei! Maybe he is hugging a woman who is being merry and happy now!"

"You, how can you say that?" Song Yutian looked at Chu Sheng in astonishment.

"I'm polite when I say that!" Chu Sheng said impatiently.

Song Yutian stepped forward excitedly, wanting to make it clear to Chu Sheng that his father must not be what Chu Sheng said!

When Chu Sheng saw Song Yutian coming over, he immediately stretched out his hand and waved forward, afraid that Song Yutian would touch him.

"Click!" The small cloth bag that Song Yutian was holding in both hands was waved by Chu Sheng and waved to the ground.

watched the watch he had saved so hard to buy fall to the ground and disintegrate in an instant.

Song Yutian was dumbfounded.

"Don't let me see you again!" Chu Sheng said viciously, completely ignoring the already ossified Song Yutian, turned around and walked out of the alley.

I'm scumbag! Bastard man! Dead termites! Song Chuyang couldn't stop cursing in his heart.

watched my sister cry bitterly, squatting on the ground and picking up the broken watch.

Song Chuyang's whole body exuded a demonic aura, and few people could make him angry to such an extent!

"Kerala!" Song Chuyang, who was in anger, heard some noise around him and turned his head to look.

Cracks were already showing in the surrounding walls, as well as faint cracks in the floor.

This is the result of the internal force in Song Chuyang's body, which continues to invade outward along the scope of the aura.

I just don't know, is this considered destruction of public property? But looking at the word "demolition" circled in red on the wall, Song Chuyang was slightly relieved.

Song Yutian squatted on the ground with his purse in his arms and cried bitterly, as if he wanted to vent his grievances over the years.

"What did I do wrong? God, you want to punish me like this?" Song Yutian raised his head, looked at the sky, and cried loudly.

"Am I wrong not to have a father, am I wrong to want to live, am I wrong to want to get something in return after paying!" Song Yutian cried.

Gradually, she was tired, and Song Yutian stopped crying, just crying silently.

She hugged herself, like a little match girl, trying to protect the last bit of warmth.

Finally, she collapsed, curled up with tears on her face, and collapsed into the waste-strewn alley.

Song Chuyang approached step by step, looking at his sister's tear-wet little face, and a heartache welled up in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, slowly wiped the tears on his sister's face, and gently picked her up, as if holding a precious treasure.

Walking into the "pigeon nest" rented by his sister, Song Chuyang first noticed that there were several bunk beds in such a small room.

Song Chuyang hugged his sister, walked to the head of the bed and placed the bed with his sister's photo, and carefully placed her on the bed.

Quietly listened to the surroundings, and there was no sound from anyone else. Song Chuyang stretched out his hand to probe his sister's pulse.

"How much have you suffered to be so weak?" Song Chuyang stroked his sister's thin and pale little face distressedly.

After determining that his sister was only relatively weak and had no other symptoms, Song Chuyang relieved his heart a little.

Now is not the time to feel sorry for his sister, Song Chuyang decided that it is the key to let his sister recover her health and liveliness first.

Closing his eyes and pouring internal force into his two fingers, Song Chuyang used "skillful Qingmo fingers" to treat his sister.

It is said that this "skillful Qingmo finger" is the Kyoto Hu family, the successor of the generations, and does not pass on the mastery of the family!

If the Hu family sees it, maybe they will think that Song Chuyang is the successor of his family's long-lost grandson, and maybe it's not true!