Chapter 7: Lift your foot and kick it

Song Xue pounced on and wanted to help Luo Xiang, but Song Ci kicked when she raised her foot, and directly kicked the person back two steps and fell directly and couldn't get up.

Luo Xiang finally sensed that something was wrong.

"Song ...... Song Ci, are you crazy? She's your sister, and you kicked her. ”

Song Ci: "I'm also your daughter, didn't you beat me too." ”

With a force on his hand, Luo Xiang's face turned pale.

A boy about six years old rushed out, holding a water gun in his hand, and glared at Song Ci.

"Bad guy, let go of my mother, or I'll kill you." As he spoke, he rushed over and wanted to nourish water on Song Ci, but Song Ci picked him up with his free hand.

"Little cub, you want to hit someone if you can't get a gun? Do you know that you will be slaughtered like this? ”

Song Yan was stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into tears.

Song Xue had just recovered her strength and began to cry.

For a while, the small courtyard was full of crying, and the people who passed by couldn't help but take a look.

Song Qizhi saw this scene as soon as he got home.

The gentle and virtuous wife was pinched by Song Ci's wrist and couldn't help shedding tears, the well-behaved and sensible eldest daughter sat on the ground holding her stomach and cried miserably, and the younger son was almost angry when she was directly carried in her hands.

Song Qizhi's brain buzzed, rushed over and kicked Song Ci, but Song Ci easily dragged Luo Xiang in front of him, Song Qizhi kicked Luo Xiang's back with this kick, Luo Xiang screamed this time, but his eyes rolled and he really fainted.

The scene was chaotic in an instant, and Song Xue couldn't pretend to be weak, so she endured the pain and got up and rushed to Luo Xiang.

Song Ci simply let Song Yan go, watched their family leave the courtyard in a mess and rushed to the hospital, and walked towards the house that had not had time to close the door.

Song Ci's room is the innermost room on the first floor.

The room was only five square meters, with a single bed and a table, not even the necessities of a wardrobe, and the things she brought back from her hometown were still messily thrown on the ground.

Song Ci calmly walked over and sorted out the luggage on the ground, but there was only a passbook and two sets of clothes inside.

And the passbook ...... Long gone.

No wonder Song Xue would take herself to her graduation trip, no, the Song family was unwilling to let go of the 30,000 yuan left to her by her grandfather.

By the time the Song family came back from the hospital, it was already night, and Song Ci was awakened by the sound of a slamming door.

Song Qizhi rushed in, holding the club he often used to play golf in his hand, and rushed to Song Ci's bed to smash it.

"Seeing that I couldn't kill you little bastard, I should have killed you sooner if I knew it."

Song Qizhi smashed it down with all his might, Song Ci suddenly opened his eyes, moved a little to the side, and Song Qizhi's golf club smashed on the bed board.

Song Qizhi's hand hurt and he couldn't hold it down in anger, so he shot again, but it was smashed towards Song Ci's head.

This time, if you want to be an ordinary person, the head is the lightest to break the blood.

Song Ci's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out and grabbed the golf club.

"You call me a bastard? If I were a mongrel, what would you be? ”

Song Qizhi's eyes were red, obviously angry, and how could he, the most stubborn and self-serving person, be able to endure the resistance of others to him, he trembled his hands, grabbed the sharp knife placed on the table, and stabbed at Song Ci