Qiao Wan stared at her lightly, with an indifferent expression: "I heard that you want to see me?" ”

Song Qinghe didn't expect Qiao Wan to really come, and smiled in shock.

"Is Fu Xing dead?"

Qiao Wan's hands were clenched, and her eyes were stained with a bit of indifference.

"I didn't say anything, I'm leaving."

This matter went through legal procedures, and Song Qinghe did not have a good life.

"Qiao Wan!"

Song Qinghe stopped Qiao Wan, who was about to turn around, and the sneer and ridicule on his face disappeared, replaced by infinite loneliness.

"I have something to tell you."

Qiao Wan stopped, turned around and stared at her indifferently: "I'll give you ten minutes." ”

She also had to go back to take care of Fu Xingzhi, and she didn't want to waste her time on this woman who didn't know what to do.

Song Qinghe stared at her deeply, and said casually: "I used to be as happy as you." ”

Qiao Wan frowned and pursed her lips.

"Even if Gu Nanxun doesn't like me, at least I still have parents," Song Qinghe's eyes were fierce, but his voice couldn't stop trembling: "But you ruined everything for me." ”

She suddenly returned to the Song family, snatched all her grandfather's favor from her, snatched Gu Nanxun, and found out her true identity, and asked her father to sweep them out of the house.

"You know what?" Song Qinghe stared at Qiao Wan's expressionless face, and suddenly smiled: "Over the years, I have not even been as good as a dog, I have been targeted and suppressed everywhere. ”

"Because of you, my mother has become devastated and owes a lot of loan sharks." Song Qinghe pulled his hand, and the handcuffs on his wrists sounded: "When you paid back the money for me, you thought you were a saint, right?" ”

"You begged me to pay you back." Qiao Wan retorted coldly: "Otherwise, I don't want to be this saint." ”

"Of course, you Qiao Wan is the daughter of the Song family, the wife of the president of the Fu Group, how can you be willing to be contaminated with someone like me. But as soon as the words ......" changed, Song Qinghe's eyes were suddenly bloodshot, full of hatred: "Some people want to kill us." ”

Song Qinghe was a little emotional: "Qiao Wan, I really want to kill you, I can't wait for you to die, you know?" ”

Qiao Wan listened to her vent quietly and did not reply.

"Why don't you speak?" Song Qinghe stood up suddenly: "You scold me and hate me." I almost killed you, killed Fu Xingzhi. ”

"Retribution!" Qiao Wan's face was gloomy, and she spoke word by word: "Coming to this point today is the retribution of your mother and daughter, no wonder others." ”

"If you hadn't done a lot of evil, you wouldn't have offended so many people. Seeing that you are down, naturally no one dares to step on it. Qiao Wan said lightly: "So, you all deserve it." ”

"You slut!" Song Qinghe screamed loudly: "It's all because of you, it's you slut who made me like this, killed my mother, I'm going to kill you!" ”

Her mother died?

Qiao Wan smiled faintly: "My mother is also dead, and she was killed by your mother's design." ”

So with all that, don't try to make her sympathetic.

She died, she deserved it!

"Joe's ......"

"That's it, huh?"

Song Qinghe stared at her, nothing but anger.

When the words fell, Qiao Wan turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard Song Qinghe speak.

"Please!" She was like a deflated balloon, and her voice suddenly softened: "Please, let Daddy see me." ”

Probably, this is the last one.