Tang Cheng died, and the impact of the stone seriously exceeded the range of the human body, and before he could rescue him, the person was gone.

Everything happened too suddenly, Tang Cheng, who had delicate facial features like a girl, was still alive and well a few hours ago, and at this moment, he was already lying in the funeral home, waiting for cremation.

Many people came to the funeral, and when the urn was taken, the person in charge of the funeral home kept looking for the family: "Who is Mr. Tang Cheng's family?" ”

So many people, there was no voice for a while, Song Ziming suddenly understood at that moment that he was Tang Cheng's closest person in this world, except for him, Tang Cheng had no relatives, no friends, no lovers.

His hands trembled, "I, I'm his brother." ”

The dust settled, Tang Cheng lay quietly in the soil, the weather had reached winter, and the mourners gradually left, leaving only the two of them.

Manyun didn't know what was going on, so he stood with him and didn't speak.

He Huan never appeared, just watched from a distance, standing not far away, wanting to wait for Song Ziming and them to leave before going over to worship. Between her and Tang Cheng, whether sincere or not, Tang Chengdu has given her the warmest feelings.

It was raining lightly, they didn't bring umbrellas, Song Ziming was still standing at first, kneeling straight behind him, and Manyun could hear the sound of bones hitting the ground.

He knelt, and Manyun also accompanied him, the rain became heavier and heavier, and Manyun said: "Ziming, let's go back first, the rain is too heavy." ”

A whimper came out of his throat, "Manyun, do you know how Tang Cheng died?" Qi Jun hit me with a stone, and he blocked it for me. I don't want to say it, Tang Cheng ...... to me."

He couldn't go on, and he didn't know if it was rain or tears on his face, he put his hand on the tombstone, Tang Cheng's smile in the photo was still bright, and any little girl who saw it couldn't help but look at it twice.

He whispered, "Either way, I'm sorry for you." ”

Manyun shivered with cold, he took off his coat and put it on Manyun, "Let's go." ”

When he walked to the intersection of the cemetery, Ziming glanced back at Tang Cheng's cemetery, he had mixed emotions in his heart, but his hand was holding the manyun.

Those who are sorry can only be sorry forever.

They got home, took a hot shower, changed into clean clothes, Ziming sat on the balcony with his feet on the soft carpet, and Manyun wiped his hair behind him.

He shook Manyun's hand, "Manyun, I want to kill Qi Jun." ”

Hearing this, Manyun threw the towel on him, "Then you kill me first, then kill An An, and then kill him." ”

"I ......," he still wanted to argue.

Manyun hurriedly said: "He killed someone, this is an indisputable fact, plus he maliciously kidnapped before, we can sue him until he is shot!" Why do you want to dirty your hands with the blood of that kind of person, you want to cover the sky with one hand, but the law can judge him, why do you do more? ”

He was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time before he said, "I don't want him to die too easily." ”

"Mr. Song, do you have a problem with your brain? Since you are not afraid of killing, then what is so difficult for you to send someone to prison and ask the people in prison to "take care" of him? Manjun has serious doubts about his IQ.

He rested his head on Manyun's little belly, "Don't scold me, I know it's wrong." ”

"I couldn't control you before, but I don't allow you to kill people. An An is still in the hospital, we usually accumulate blessings, and we will pile them on our children, for the sake of An An, dispel these thoughts of you. ”

Song Ziming had nowhere to say the bitterness in his heart, so he could only nod his head and have nothing else to say.

……

The old house of the Song family was about to fall out, Zhou Chunying knew that Mo Rong had woken up and had become a normal person, and she spoke yin and yang every day, and said at every turn: "Yes, Mrs. Zhengpai is coming back, and we all have to give way." ”

Song Yuankai ignored her, but she became more and more energetic.

Song Mingxin and the others came to the house for dinner, and Song Yuankai asked casually: "Why did Ziming resign?" ”

Song Mingxin didn't say anything, his mother jumped out, "People are more expensive than mothers, and our family is more expensive than mothers, Xin'er, it's my mother who is sorry for you." Who makes my mother look better than me, and your father likes it? ”

It's not offline, Song Yuankai didn't bother to talk to her, so he said: "It's the same for everyone, they are all from the Song family, don't be too much to your brother." I haven't seen An An recently, his surname is still white, so he has to change it quickly. ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Chunying glared at He Huan again, thinking that she had given birth to a daughter. He Huan pretended not to see, turned around and went to the kitchen, Zhou Chunying was energetic, and followed in, "Lose money!" ”

He Huan said lightly: "No matter what, Zihan is also your own granddaughter, you lose money one by one, did we Zihan take how much money from you?" ”

"I'm obviously talking about you, what's the matter with Guan Zihan? You...... I'll let Mingxin divorce you sooner or later. ”

"Huh...... I've never seen such a vexatious mother-in-law like you. He Huan put the bowl heavily in the pool and looked at her.

She raised her hand and slapped He Huan, He Huan wanted to hide, but when she heard the footsteps of someone coming over, she took this slap firmly.

Song Mingxin happened to see it, and said to her angrily: "Mom, what are you doing here?" ”

He Huan's tears fell, "Mom, you said that Zihan lost money, I shouldn't have fought back, after all, you are her own grandmother, no matter how wrong, children will be wronged, I was wrong." ”

She stared, unable to find the words to refute.

"Mom, if you say that Zihan again in the future, don't come to my house." said, took He Huan and left.

Song Yuankai was also furious when he heard their dispute, "I see that your so-called famous lady's bearing has been exhausted in my jealousy over the years!" ”

She was dumb and ate coptis, she was beaten, and she really couldn't say it, she sneered: "Okay, this He Huan, don't fall into my hands." ”

The doctor said that Mo Rong could be discharged from the hospital, and she was indeed in good spirits and in good condition. She said to Ziming: "I want to hold a press conference in the afternoon, and it's always annoying to let those people guess, so it's clear at once." ”

"Mom, what do you want to say?" Ziming had an ominous premonition.

"Say what." She repeated it and smiled, "Admit the mistakes you made when you were young, point out the way in the future, you listen to me, arrange to go." ”

Ziming and Manyun talked about it, but Manyun's reaction was very flat, "Mom said so, just do it." Someone like her, she has her plans, and she knows what she's doing. ”

After thinking about it, he began to prepare, and as soon as the news was sent, he immediately got an unprecedented response, and before the time came, the door had reached the point of being impassable.

Mo Rong was still holding gauze on her head, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but sigh: "Why are people so interested in other people's scars, because they don't hurt." ”

The security at the site was okay, and the entry and exit personnel were strictly checked.

Ziming's eyes were sharp, and at first glance, he saw Song Yuankai sitting on the second floor, although there was a covering, he still recognized it.

The press conference started on time at two o'clock, and Ziming originally asked Mo Rong if she needed a host, or if he was on the side to help, but she was all refused, and Mo Rong was the only one sitting on the stage, like a condescending queen.

She glanced at the venue, "Everyone is here today, which gives me face." ”

Immediately, there was a tricky reporter, he said: "Should we call you Miss Song Er, or Mrs. Song?" There was some very subtle laughter in the room.

This question was embarrassing, but Mo Rong's face was soft and she didn't panic, "I'm no one, my father's name is Mo Qiangke, and I am his daughter, my name is Mo Rong." The rest of Song Morong or Mrs. Song have nothing to do with me. ”

"Even if that's the case, then your identity doesn't matter. Weren't you declared dead many years ago? ”

Mo Rong tilted her head, and there were some fine lines piled up at the corners of her eyes, "A woman, who was thrown from the upstairs almost naked, is she still alive if she is not dead?" To tell you the truth, for more than ten years in Qingshan, I have been in a state of mental illness, no different from death. ”

She is very frank, whether it is a naked fall from a building, or a mentally ill past, she confesses, but to the surprise of those reporters.

"Ms. Mo, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Song Yuankai and Mr. Song?" That's what they want to ask the most.

"What do you want us to do?" She asked rhetorically, "You don't need to confirm it repeatedly, the past between me and Yuankai was a little girl who was lonely and helpless, and her desire for warmth was, to put it bluntly, young and ignorant." People make mistakes, and when you look back at my age, it is impossible to be perfect in everything, and there is nothing wrong with it. But you must forgive yourself, and since you can forgive yourself, let me go for this little thing. "She avoided the important and changed the concept, so that those with evil intentions had nowhere to start.

But Song Ziming sat below, and they couldn't let it go so easily, "Do you have a son?" As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Song Ziming.

"Didn't you ask knowingly? My son is down there, and you don't have to ask where he came from, he was born to me, just like your mother gave birth to you, and she was conceived in October. The fault of the parents can only be regarded as the parents', the children are innocent, and I will not give any more answers to this question. She answers in a humorous way, always blocking the questioner speechless, and has a high emotional intelligence.

After a few rounds, the reporter bowed to the wind, and Mo Rong finally concluded: "Thank you for your attention to me, since you have a clear understanding of the issues you want to know, then please raise your mouth in the future, don't talk nonsense, thank you again." ”

She stood up and bowed three times to the audience, full of sincerity.

Song Yuankai had already left, and left when Mo Rong said that life would make mistakes. It turned out that he waited for half his life, and he only got two words wrong......

After the reporter left, Mo Rong seemed to have been drained of all her strength, Ziming helped her in time, she smiled reluctantly, "I'm fine, but it's very relaxed, never more relaxed." ”

I wanted to accompany her more, but He Lei called, saying that the evidence was sufficient and He Huan could be sued at any time, Song Ziming said firmly: "Sue directly." "Love comes to an end, and the rest is hate.