Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhan Qi got up and walked over to her, suddenly reached out and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to raise her head, her eyes were still clear, but there was less fear five years ago and more tenacity.

Song Qingge looked up at his eyes full of anger, clenched his fists, and said resolutely without flinching: "The child is not yours." ”

The strength in Zhan Qi's hand increased again, and he sneered: "Make up, continue to make up!" ”

The tiger's mouth stuck her chin, Song Qingge felt that her chin was almost crushed by him, and she couldn't help frowning, but her tone didn't relax by half a minute, "That's fake, it's just a fake certificate so that the child can go to school smoothly." Your child...... It was gone five years ago, and you sent me to the operating room with your own hands, have you forgotten? ”

"You don't need to remind me!" Zhan Qi squinted, and his body already exuded a dangerous aura, "You can play tricks under my nose, Song Qingge, it seems that I still underestimate you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his calf, and then he heard an immature voice say indignantly: "Bad guy! You let go of my mom! ”

Zhan Qi was stunned for a moment, looked down, the little girl with a child's flower hair glared at him angrily, seeing that he didn't let go, she raised her foot and kicked him on the calf again, shouting angrily, "You let go of my mother!" Nasty! ”

Song Qingge was so frightened by his daughter's inconsequential movements that his face turned white, and hurriedly reprimanded, "Got it!" Don't mess around! ”

Zhan Qi looked at the child who was not as tall as his waist, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly let go.

Song Qingge hurriedly blocked the child behind him, hung his head and stammered, "Yes...... I'm sorry...... Children are not sensible...... You...... Other...... Don't worry about her......"

"I'm not bored enough to worry about these things with a child, the person I have to worry about has always been you." Zhan Qi looked at the little girl hiding behind her, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Song Qingge, give me the child!" ”

Although he already knew the purpose of his coming today, when he heard the truth come out of his mouth, Song Qingge still felt that his heart trembled twice.

Taking a deep breath, Song Qingge's heart was crossed, and he looked up at him, "I said, the child is not yours, does Mr. Zhan like to raise children for others so much?" ”

As the words fell, Zhan Qi's face became even more gloomy, and Song Qingge was even a little afraid that he would suddenly reach out and strangle her.

Standing in front of her with a cold face, the two confronted each other without giving in, and after a few seconds, he laughed angrily, "Good job, Song Qingge, you are really good." I haven't seen you for a few years, and I've gotten bolder, and it's not good for you to provoke me, I don't know? ”

Song Qingge lowered her eyes and didn't speak, in fact, where did she dare to provoke him, she just wanted him to let her go.

"Whether the child is mine or not, I always have a way to find out." Zhan Qi looked her up and down, his eyes were cold, "Are you obediently sending the child to me, or let me use force, give you a night to think clearly, tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, I will wait for you in my office." ”

He threw down the ultimatum, looked around the mother and son, turned and left.

Listening to his footsteps drifting away in the corridor, Song Qingge finally couldn't support it anymore, all his courage and strength were exhausted at this moment, and his body collapsed on the ground as soon as he became weak.