Someone called the old man?

Mrs. Song's attention fell on Qiao Wan's face, looking at her calm appearance, she laughed contemptuously: "I didn't expect you to be so capable!" ”

"It's not me!" Qiao Wan raised her eyes, her eyes were clear and starlight, neither humble nor arrogant, and she couldn't bear or be cowardly: "But I should thank the person who helped me!" ”

"What if you call the old man?" Mrs. Song was not afraid at all, and slowly approached Qiao Wan: "The old man's illness was caused by Song Nianqi back then!" Now he's just a little bit better, and you're here again......"

"Does Song Nian think that the time is almost right for you to come back and fight for the family property?"

"You mother and daughter, it's really the same thing!"

Fighting for property?

Hearing these three words, Qiao Wan was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth lightly.

This aunt who had never met hated her so much and tried every means to drive her away, because she was afraid that she would come back to fight for the family property......

"My mother is from the Song family, and you are also from the Song family. What kind of goods she is, you are naturally what kind of goods! ”

Mrs. Song's face sank, and she raised her hand and was about to teach Qiao Wan a lesson, but at this moment, Song Zhicheng's voice suddenly came from the door.

"What's the noise?"

Mrs. Song's hand froze in mid-air, looking for a voice.

I saw Song Zhicheng walking in with a cane and a brisk pace.

Behind him, followed by Song Nian's own brother...... Song Hao.

In front of the old man, Mrs. Song didn't dare to be presumptuous, she retracted her hand unwillingly, and walked over to help the old man.

I didn't want to, I was directly pushed away by Song Zhicheng.

"I'm not dead yet, I don't need help!"

Song Zhicheng walked directly in front of Qiao Wan, his body was slightly slumped, his old face was sickly, and his chaotic but powerful eyes were staring at the girl in front of him.

Qiao Wan also looked at him, desperately remembering the grandfather in his mother's memory, and it seemed that he didn't have the right number......

I haven't seen my grandfather for more than 20 years, and my mother can't remember his face anymore.

The two looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

"Father." Mrs. Song walked to Song Zhicheng's side and continued to speak: "She said that she is the daughter of the eldest sister, but no matter how she looks at it, she looks like a liar......"

"You come up with me!"

Song Zhicheng ignored Mrs. Song, glanced at Qiao Wan, turned around and walked upstairs.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips and raised her heels.

Every step she takes now is the same path her mother walked.

As she walked, Qiao Wan's eyes suddenly moistened.

Mother hid her, and the last words she said before she died were: Wanwan, go back to Jiangcheng to find your grandfather, he will protect you. And also...... Don't avenge us and forget all about today!

How could it be forgotten......

She couldn't forget the hug between her mother and father when they died, and the blood on their bodies was all over the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Lost his father and mother, his sister disappeared, and four years of torture......

I can't forget it.

She wants to find out everything, she wants revenge!

"Where is Song Nian?"

Song Zhicheng's sudden voice pulled Qiao Wan's thoughts back.

The girl turned her eyes back to the city of the Song Dynasty, and saw that the eyes of the seventy-year-old man were stained with a layer of mist.

When questioned about her, his hand holding the cane was shaking violently.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Zhicheng asked again, more urgent than before: "Where is she!" ”

Qiao Wan pinched the hem of her clothes, forcibly held back the tears that burst out of her eyes, and said softly: "She's dead!" ”

"What?" The old man leaned over to hear more clearly: "Say it again!" ”

"She died, with my father." Qiao Wan's fingers were clenched, her nails pierced the tender flesh of her palm, and the sharp pain made her calmly recount the terrible scene: "Killed by someone, cut off your neck!" ”

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