"Son, son!" Mrs. Song held Song Yuqian's hand tightly and pointed at Su Anning: "She wants to kill me!" Kill me! ”

Kill her? Su Anning smiled charmingly, smiling like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

In the eyes of Mrs. Song, she is like a demon who has risen from hell.

A minute will choke her by the neck and pull her into hell.

When Su Anning started to beat Mrs. Song, Song Yuqian's brows furrowed.

I don't know if it was for Su Anning to beat people, or for Mrs. Song's disrespectful words.

Or, both.

Song Yuqian pursed her lips into a line and stared at Su Anning for a full minute.

Su Anning maintained his initial standing posture and calmly accepted his gaze.

Under the scrutiny of this gaze, it ended with Song Yuqian's eyes moving away with guilt.

Song Yuqian took Mrs. Song's arm and dragged her to the elevator.

Dragged people all the way to his office.

The décor of the office is simple, black and white, with only one desk, boss chair, a set of sofas and a coffee table.

Calmly slammed the door shut: "Mom! What the hell do you want to do? ”

Mrs. Song was thrown by him, threw herself on the desk, and accidentally knocked down a picture frame.

She thought it was a photo of Song Yuqian, and quickly helped her up, but she saw a face that made her hate.

Directly smashed the photo frame to the ground, took out the photo inside, and tore it to pieces.

Song Yuqian didn't stop it, just stood aside and watched, watching how her former graceful and luxurious mother became a shrew.

"I also said that I have nothing to do with you, and her photos are all in your office!"

"I tore her vixen!" Tear it to the smallest one and no longer be small, before the photo is raised.

The debris gradually floated down, and Mrs. Song smiled contentedly in the midst of it.

Song Yuqian calmly walked to the desk and took out a large number of photos from the drawer, all of which were Su Anning.

handed the photo to Mrs. Song: "Mom, there are a lot of photos on the Internet, you can tear them casually, it's not enough for me to help you wash it now." ”

Seeing that she didn't answer, she put the photos on the table, turned on the computer, and selected print all the folders prepared for Su Anning.

Mrs. Song looked at the pile of photos in a daze, Song Yuqian didn't speak, and the whole office was only the sound of the printer.

Yes, Mrs. Song calmed down from her madness: "Is she so important to you?" ”

"Important."

"Is it more important than me?"

“……”

Song Yuqian didn't answer, her eyes were calm and waveless, faint, and distressing.

I opened the drawer again, this time taking out a pack of cigarettes, lit it, and took a deep breath.

Song Yuqian's lips moved a few times, but finally he couldn't hold back: "Son, smoking is not good for your health, shall we stop smoking?" ”

Is smoking bad for your health? Is he good or not, will she still care?

For a while, Song Yuqian felt sarcastic even when he heard the voice of the printer.

Finger flicked the cigarette ash: "You insulted Su Anning so much today, didn't you think that I would be unhappy?" ”

"There's nothing to be unhappy about!" Mrs. Song stood up suddenly: "You must know, Mom, this is for your good!" ”

"Mom introduced you to so many girls, you want to have a family background, you want to look good, you want to have a degree, what are you not satisfied with?"

"Also, is that drama really that good? Is it worth arguing with me? You said! Are you not alive without her?! ”

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