Song Qinghua stood up slowly, his sharp eyes fell on Song Aiyu's face, and he said hatefully: "I raised it with my own hands, and it turned out to be the child born to Sang Yu and another woman!" ”

Song Aiyu gasped, and her whole heart sank completely.

"Mom, I, I'm ......"

"You're still going to say it, aren't you?" Song Qinghua pulled out a photo of her eating with Xiao Ya, pointed at it and asked, "Song Aiyu, you already know who your biological mother is, but you have been trying to hide it from me?!" ”

"I didn't mean to hide it from you," Song Aiyu bit her lip and said aggrievedly: "I'm just afraid that after you know about it, you will kick me out of the Song family and don't want me." ”

"Are you afraid of this, or are you afraid that you will have nothing and will not be able to inherit my money?" Song Qinghua's voice when he spoke again had become cold.

Song Aiyu glared at her in surprise, Song Qinghua smiled and shook her head, "You can let Ming Ming look like Sang Yu and monitor me, it can be seen how shocking my intentions are!" ”

"Song Aiyu, you disappointed me so much!"

The hands hanging by her side tightened fiercely, Song Aiyu looked at her in disbelief, her whole face turned pale, "Mom, how do you know?" ”

"If you want people to know nothing, you can't do it unless you do." Song Qinghua's raised gaze fell on Song Aiyu's Sang Yu-like face, and he only felt a heart-wrenching pain. In all these years, she felt relieved every time she saw this child. But at this time, when she saw this child again, she would feel cold hands and feet, and her heart would be suffocated.

"Mom!"

Song Aiyu stepped forward and grabbed her wrist and cried: "I'm sorry Mom, I was wrong!" I'm really afraid that you don't want me, that you don't love me! ”

"Love?"

Song Qinghua chuckled, and then laughed uncontrollably, "Song Aiyu, my love for you has finally made me a big joke!" ”

Hearing her words, Song Aiyu choked up, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

"In the past few decades, you have deceived me! I never thought that the daughter I held in the palm of my hand would come to lie to me along with outsiders? You are really a member of the Sang family, and your deceptive kung fu is full of genetics! ”

Song Aiyu bit her lip and couldn't find a reason to explain for a while. Now Song Qinghua already knows that she is Sang Yu's daughter, this is the most deadly, this reason is far more than any reason can completely defeat her!

"Mom......" Song Aiyu burst into tears and walked forward in front of Song Qinghua.

Pushing away her touch with his backhand, Song Qinghua's face was cold, and he said, "I'm not your mother!" Every time you call these two words, I feel as if someone is slapping me! ”

The corners of Song Aiyu's eyes sank, "Mom, but I am the child you raised, I am your little Aiyu." ”

"Love, Yu." Song Qinghua read these two words, and a mist appeared in front of him. Everything standing in front of her now witnesses Song Qinghua's stupidity and ridiculousness in the past few decades! When she sent her own daughter away and took her home to take care of her raised daughter, it turned out to be the best proof of her failure!

Song Qinghua, how a failure you are! How ridiculous and generous?!

"Song Aiyu!"

There was no trace of emotion in the eyes of the person in front of him, and Song Aiyu couldn't help but tremble all over. Song Qinghua's raised eyes were full of anger, and he said hatefully: "You know how many things you have done behind my back over the years!" ”

Song Aiyu's eyes suddenly changed.

Taking a deep breath, Song Qinghua couldn't control the tingling pain in his heart, and said angrily: "I really regret raising you!" ”

Regret?

Song Aiyu's scalp was numb when she was shocked by this sentence. She stared at Song Qinghua's eyes fixedly, all she could see was anger and hatred, and nothing else.

She sneered, "Now that you have Mu Liang, that's why you're doing this to me?" Mom, you're too partial to your grandfather! ”

Song Qinghua pursed his lips and said, "We are partial to you, you have gained too many things over the years!" Mu Liang is my biological daughter, but it's a pity that no matter how I compensate her now, it is impossible to make up for my mistakes! ”

Somewhere in her heart instantly tightened, Song Aiyu raised her head jealously, and her eyes became fierce and vicious. She took a step forward and walked in front of Song Qinghua, and said gloomily, "Mom, why did you forget, you were the one who transferred us back then!" Do you think Mu Liang can forgive you? Tsk, I guess she must hate you, hate ......"

Smack-

Before Song Aiyu's words were finished, half of her face was deflected. Her eyes widened in astonishment, staring at Song Qinghua's reddened eyes, and her whole heart couldn't help shrinking.

Her right hand was numb for a while, and Song Qinghua's palm was hot and painful, which showed how hard she slapped her. From childhood to adulthood, no matter what wrong Song Aiyu did, she never beat her. But at this moment, she listened to Song Aiyu's vicious words, and her heart was completely cold. This is the child she has worked hard to raise and care for for decades, but now she is poking a knife in her heart!

"Get out—"

Song Qinghua had a calm face, looked at Song Aiyu with eyes like knives, and his voice was as cold as ice, "Get out of my house, get out of the Song family!" ”

Covering her face and turning around, Song Aiyu ran out crying. The engine of the car in the courtyard sounded, and in a few seconds, the red car rushed out of the villa gate.

Song Qinghua caught a glimpse of the disappearing car out of the corner of his eye, and the strong breath was unloaded. Her legs went limp, and she sat down on the sofa, no longer having the strength to stand up.

"Hmm!"

In the living room of Nuoda, the only thing that can echo is her suppressed crying. It's not that she doesn't dare to cry, and it's not that she's afraid that someone will see the joke, it's just that Song Qinghua thinks that she has the right to cry? And who is qualified to feel wronged?!

She deserves all of this! It's all the price she should pay!

Rushing back to the company from the factory at noon, Mu Liang just returned to the office with his bag, and the assistant followed up, "Chairman, you are finally back, and no one has signed many things." ”

Mu Liang raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you find the president?" ”

The assistant shook his head vigorously, "The president hasn't been to the company for a few days." ”

Frowning and raising his head, Mu Liang stood up and walked to the next office, and sure enough, he saw a full pile of folders on the desk.

"What the hell!" Mu Liang lowered his face, picked up the car keys on the table, and left the company with a huff. Recently, she has been busy every day without touching the ground, Song Qinghua is good, but she hasn't come to the company for a few days?!

Soon, Mu Liang parked the car outside the villa. She walked in with her bag, and happened to see Aunt Yan coming down with a dinner plate, and when she saw it, she seemed to see a savior, and trotted over, "Miss Mu, you're here." ”

Mu Liang glanced at the food on her tray and said suspiciously, "What's the matter?" ”

Aunt Yan held the plate and frowned, "Mrs. hasn't been out of the room for a few days, and she won't let us in." She doesn't eat or drink, I'm really afraid that people can't hold on! ”

"Don't eat or drink?" Mu Liang crossed Aunt Yan's shoulders and walked upstairs. She walked outside Song Qinghua's room, reached out and put her hand on the door lock and twisted it, but the door was already locked.

"Go get the keys." Mu Liang instructed, Aunt Yan immediately took the spare key to the room at home and handed it to her.

Mu Liang opened the lock with the key, and the moment he pushed the door open and entered, he was greeted by a strong pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol.

"Ahem—"

Mu Liang covered his nose, and Aunt Yan followed behind and coughed in a choked manner.

"Ma'am!"

Aunt Yan ran to the side of the bed in a few steps, and saw Song Qinghua leaning against the head of the bed, still holding a wine bottle in her hand, "You can't drink like this." ”

Aunt Yan stretched out her hand to snatch the wine bottle in Song Qinghua's hand, but she was unsuccessful several times. Song Qinghua was half-sideways, his cloak was tightly guarding the wine bottle in his hand.

Mu Liang walked to the window and stabbed the curtain open. The sunlight outside the window was dazzling, Song Qinghua subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, and Mu Liang took advantage of this gap to snatch the wine bottle in her hand.

"Give it back to me." Song Qinghua stretched out his hand to grab it, but Mu Liang dodged it.

Mu Liang's red lips pursed, stared at the person sitting on the ground, and asked, "You don't go to the company for a few days, just hide at home and drink?" ”

Song Qinghua hung his head, didn't look at her, and didn't speak.

Song Qinghua usually loves to be beautiful, and her clothes are the most popular fashion at the moment. But at this time, the person who was slumped on the floor was unkempt, and the clothes on his body had obviously not been changed for a few days, and he was sloppy.

Such a Song Qinghua is obviously not right!

Slowly bending down, Mu Liang squatted in front of her, his voice sinking unconsciously, "What's wrong with you?" ”

The person in front of him was only a few centimeters away from him, and Song Qinghua could touch her as long as he raised his hand. Song Qinghua raised her face, her reddened eyes were full of mist, she looked at Mu Liang's big black and white eyes, and her heart was tight and uncomfortable.

This is her daughter, her own daughter, but also the daughter who was abandoned by her own hands!

"Good ......"

With her soft call, Mu Liang could see the tears overflowing from her eyes. I don't know if it's out of some kind of nature, Mu Liang looked at the sadness in her eyes, and her mood also fell silent.

Song Qinghua moved his mouth, and his throat was sour. She couldn't say anything about the rest of the words. In fact, she wanted to ask: Liangliang, my mother was wrong, can you forgive my mother?

But Song Qinghua couldn't say it! She didn't dare to mention these two words in front of Mu Liang, because she was not worthy!

"I'm fine." Song Qinghua turned his face away and let the tears swallow back into his stomach. This is her own bitter wine, and she can only drink it herself!

Holding on to the edge of the bed, Song Qinghua slowly stood up, and walked out around her under Mu Liang's suspicious gaze.

Aunt Yan hurriedly stepped forward to help, but was also pushed away by Song Qinghua.

Mu Liang was stunned, and when he saw her pale face, he couldn't help but step forward to follow.

"The company has a lot to deal with." Mu Liang walked up quickly and said behind Song Qinghua.

The person in front of him didn't reply, and said bluntly: "It's all up to you." ”

Mu Liang's delicate brows furrowed, thinking to himself what this means? The Song family's highest decisions were all signed by them, how should she deal with it alone?

Recently, she has been busy with Sofia's affairs, Mu Liang is tired enough, and now seeing Song Qinghua's attitude again, the anger in her heart instantly jumped. She stared at the person in front of her with a calm face, and said, "The Song family is the brainchild of my grandfather, and it is also the foundation of the Song family, do you treat my grandfather's entrustment like this?" ”

Song Qinghua paused, still refusing to speak. She lowered her head and walked forward, and the anger in Mu Liang's heart was even greater.

"Stop!"

Mu Liang shouted angrily, Song Qinghua walked to the side of the stairs, and when he stretched out his feet and took steps, his eyes were empty, his left foot was instantly empty, and the whole person fell forward.

"Be careful—"

Mu Liang subconsciously reached out and wanted to hold her, but he could only rub her cold fingers. In the circular stairwell, Song Qinghua's body quickly rolled down one step at a time.

"Ma'am!" Aunt Yan chased down in shock, but she couldn't pull Song Qinghua's tumbling body.

Reaching out to pull up the person who fell to the ground, Mu Liang lowered his head, only to see that Song Qinghua had a scar on her forehead, and red blood flowed down her forehead to her cheeks.

"Call an ambulance." Mu Liang hurriedly took out a handkerchief and pressed it Song Qinghua's wound, Aunt Yan immediately went to call, and the scene suddenly panicked.

A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and the doctor hitched Song Qinghua, who was already unconscious, in the car, and Mu Liang and Aunt Yan followed in the car.

Outside the hospital's emergency room, Mu Liang sat on a bench with his hands clasped tightly. Her dark eyes fell on the palm of her right hand, which was still stained with Song Qinghua's blood.

Although the blood had dried up, Mu Liang still remembered that the warm, bloody, and cautious feeling just now!

There was a blank space in her mind for a moment, and Mu Liang couldn't tell what she was thinking in her heart at this moment. Maybe she thought about it a lot, but she didn't remember that the only thing that kept appearing in front of her was the pink gown, the little dress with not delicate stitches.

The doctor came out in a white coat, "Where are the families?" ”

Mu Liang got up and went over, "How's the situation?" ”

"The wound has been treated, and it doesn't seem to be a big deal at the moment, but I have to shoot a film tomorrow morning, and I will be hospitalized for a few days for observation." After the doctor explained, Mu Liang asked some other precautions, and then the nurse sent the patient into the ward.

On the white hospital bed, Song Qinghua's face was pale, lying in the window in a blue and white striped hospital gown, her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were as pale as paper, and she couldn't see any blood.

The nurse came in to check once, and Mu Liang sat in the chair next to the bed, his eyes not knowing where to fall. On the way to the hospital, Aunt Yan told Mu Liang a lot of things. Including the quarrel between Song Qinghua and Song Aiyu a few days ago, as well as the causes and consequences of Song Aiyu being kicked out of the house.

In Aunt Yan's narrative, Mu Liang roughly knew who Sang Yu was, and knew that Song Aiyu was actually Sang Yu's daughter.

If someone asks Mu Liang, what is the feeling in her heart at this time? She couldn't answer.

Is it fun? Is it angry? There are no other emotions, Mu Liang doesn't seem to have any. Her mood was surprisingly calm, like a quiet lake, without a trace of waves.

After a while, the person on the bed moved, and Song Qinghua slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the person on the bed moving, Mu Liang got up and walked to the side of the bed, "How are you?" ”

Hearing Mu Liang's voice, Song Qinghua's eyes fell on her face, but she only moved away for a moment. She did not have a broken bone on her body, but she had soft tissue contusions in many parts of her hands and feet, and she needed to stay in bed for a few days.

With one hand on his side, Song Qinghua gritted his teeth and wanted to sit up.

"Don't move." Mu Liang pressed her shoulder with his palm, "The doctor said you can't move." ”

Song Qinghua pursed his lips and stubbornly refused to listen to persuasion. There was still an infusion needle on the back of her right hand, Mu Liang sighed, and still reached out to help her up.

"Did you bring me to the hospital?" Song Qinghua asked in a low voice.

Mu Liang nodded, "And Aunt Yan, she will go back and help you get things now, and she will come later." ”

"Thank you." Song Qinghua thanked him and raised his hand to touch the heavy gauze on his forehead.

"The doctor said you shouldn't be fine, but you still need to be hospitalized for a few days." Mu Liang stood in front of the hospital bed, staring at her pale cheeks.

Song Qinghua just nodded, indicating that she had heard. She sat on the head of the bed, her eyes kept low, Mu Liang couldn't find anything to say, and the atmosphere was suddenly embarrassing.

"Since you're fine, I'm going to pick up the fruit." Mu Liang picked up his leather bag, packed his things and prepared to leave.

"Wait—"

The moment the door was opened, the person behind him finally spoke. Mu Liang faced the door and only heard Song Qinghua say: "Liangliang, don't look back, just stand there and listen to me." ”

Mu Liang pursed his lips and stood still without moving.

"I ......" Song Qinghua's eyes suddenly pantothenic, and he choked up: "Liangliang, I'm sorry!" ”

The fingers holding the purse tightened, and Mu Liang still turned his back to her.

"Back then, I replaced you, who were only three days old, with the child of the Sang family......" Song Qinghua bit his lip, his delicate face was stained with tears, "I'm sorry Liangliang, it's me who was wrong, it's me who did it wrong!" ”

Maybe Song Qinghua never thought that she would say these three words in person one day!

"Liangliang, can you forgive me...... Me? After being stunned for a long time, Song Qinghua opened his mouth tremblingly.

Forgive?

Mu Liang gently hooked the corners of his lips, and the look in his eyes was quite calm, "When my mother told me about my life experience, she must have asked me to go back to the Song family to have a look." I don't know what happened to the other children who were abandoned by their mothers, but deep down, I really wanted to go back and see the ...... who gave birth to me Person. ”

Taking a slight breath, the corners of Mu Liang's mouth pulled a hint of a smile, and said, "Do you remember what you said to your grandfather when I was standing in the Song family's living room that day?" ”

Song Qinghua suddenly lost his voice. That day, she said: She will always have only one daughter, and that is Song Aiyu.

"Hehe-"

Mu Liang suddenly smiled, his voice couldn't hear any ups and downs, "That's the last chance I gave you, and it was also the last chance for myself!" ”

The taste of the tightening of the tip of the heart was suffocating, and Song Qinghua covered his chest with his palm, only feeling the pain in his heart. What echoed in her ears was Mu Liang's words, the last chance.

Smack-

The door of the ward closed, Song Qinghua looked at Mu Liang who turned to leave, suddenly lifted the quilt, ran out of bed barefoot, and shouted, "Liangliang, you wait, wait-"

Touch!

The infusion bottle was dragged down by her, and Song Qinghua's whole person was also tripped up. She fell to the ground, her palm brushing against the broken glass, and immediately cut the blood.

Aunt Yan happened to push the door in, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Madam, what's wrong with you?" ”

Putting down the things in her hand and running over, Aunt Yan first pulled out the needle on the back of Song Qinghua's hand that had been bleeding back, and then called the nurse over.

"Let go of me." Song Qinghua struggled and refused to cooperate.

The two nurses worked together to pull Song Qinghua to the bed, and when they saw that she was extremely emotionally unstable, they gave her an injection to temporarily stabilize her mood and calm down. Aunt Yan stood in front of the bed and couldn't help but redden.

If you know today, why bother in the first place! How can this knot between their mother and daughter be untied?!

When he picked up his son and returned home and opened the door, Fu Jinchen was already preparing dinner. Recently, the two of them have been very busy, and when Fu Jinchen can spare time, he will help Mu Liang share it.

"Daddy." Mu Guoguo ran into the kitchen, got tired of Fu Jinchen for a while, and then went to the living room to play.

Mu Liang washed his hands and walked over to him, "Is there anything you can help with?" ”

"Nope." Fu Jinchen raised his chin lightly and said proudly: "Now my cooking skills are improving rapidly. ”

With his hands through his armpits and around his waist, Mu Liang's face was pressed against his back, and he didn't speak, just smiled, and then quietly watched him wash and chop vegetables, looking inexplicable.

"What's wrong?" Fu Jinchen stopped what he was doing, turned his head and asked the person behind him.

Mu Liang shook his head, didn't let him turn around, and stood behind him stubbornly. I don't know how long it took for Fu Jinchen to hear her say, "As long as I lean behind you, I won't feel sad." ”

Fu Jinchen lowered his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to pull the person behind him into his arms. He lifted Mu Liang's face, and sure enough, he saw her somewhat red eyes.

"What did Song Qinghua tell you?" Fu Jinchen frowned and asked her.

Mu Liang shook his head, "It doesn't matter what she says, the important thing is that my surname is Mu, and I am the daughter of my parents, all my life, and always will be." ”

Hearing her words, Fu Jinchen seemed to understand something. He hugged Mu Liang in his arms, put his thin lips on her forehead, and whispered: "Xinhe, I have to tell you the same thing, no matter what you decide, as long as it is what you want, I will be on her side." ”

"Hmm." Mu Liang choked up, and his hands tightly wrapped around Fu Jinchen's waist. She listened to the man's steady and powerful heartbeat, and gradually calmed down the grievances in her heart.

A large number of negative news about Fu continued to break out, and in just a few days, there were collective strikes at the construction site where Fu was developing. In just three days, nearly 60% of the site has been completely shut down, and the remaining projects are also in a semi-closed state.

Fu's share price fell to the bottom again, and in the face of such a catastrophic storm, many shareholders have lost hope and sold their shares one after another, which caused Fu's stock price to fluctuate even more.

"What should I do?" On Monday morning, Fu Shijun sat in a wheelchair, looking anxious. The shareholders present shook their heads, and a large part of them were clamoring to withdraw their shares. The internal form of the group has become a mess.

There has been a dramatic change within the shareholders, and the remaining shareholders are asking for a new shareholders' meeting to discuss how to deal with it. Two days later, Fu Shijun had no choice but to agree to convene a shareholder meeting again.

At nine o'clock in the morning, during the high-level meeting of the Fu Building, the assistant pushed a wheelchair in and put Fu Shijun in the first place. Now that Fu Pei'an and Fu Zheng are both under investigation, only Fu Shijun holds the most equity in the group.

"Let's get started."

"Wait!"

Someone interrupted Fu Shijun's words and said, "There is still a new shareholder who has not arrived." ”

"New shareholders?" Fu Shijun frowned.

The door of the conference room suddenly opened, Fu Shijun raised his eyebrows and looked over, and the man who walked in was dressed in a black suit, and his handsome face exuded a chilling air.

"Mr. Sheng." Someone respectfully got up to greet him, turned his hand and pulled away the chair on the edge of Fu Shijun, and said, "Please take a seat." ”

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Sheng Mingzhan was not polite, and sat down calmly.

When the crowd saw him appear, they whispered incessantly.

"Fu Ershao." Sheng Mingzhan took the initiative to smile and stretched out his hand to say hello.

Fu Shijun's eyes sank and asked, "Why did you come here?" ”

Raising his hand to stop the assistant, Sheng Mingzhan shrugged with a smile and said bluntly: "From today onwards, I will also be a shareholder of the Sheng family." ”

The assistant stood beside Sheng Mingzhan, handed the black folder in his hand to everyone, and added: "Mr. Sheng is not only a shareholder of Fu's, but also the largest shareholder of Fu's at present!" ”

The largest shareholder!

Fu Shijun's face turned pale in an instant.

The outside of the Fu Group was surrounded by reporters, and countless flashing lights were aimed at Sheng Mingzhan, who had just walked out of the revolving door, and everyone rushed up.

"May I ask Mr. Sheng, why are you low-key in Fu's shares and now become Fu's largest shareholder?"

"There were rumors earlier that the Sheng clan intended to swallow the Fu clan, do you really have this intention?"

Journalists held microphones and squeezed desperately into the crowd.

The assistant and the security guard escorted Sheng Mingzhan all the way out, barely blocking those people. When he walked to the front of the car, Sheng Mingzhan suddenly turned his head and smiled at the people who were interviewing.

Bang Bang Bang -

The shutter of the camera flickered, and the hazy smile on the corner of the man's mouth was instantly frozen.

An hour later, the driver drove the car back to Sheng's. Sheng Mingzhan pushed open the door and took the elevator directly from the underground driveway back to the upstairs office. There are also many reporters outside the Sheng family, and everyone wants first-hand information.

"Stone!"

Sheng Mingzhan had just pushed open the office door when Shu Yunge ran over, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Looking at the headlines held by Shu Yun's singer, Sheng Mingzhan smiled and pulled her to sit on the sofa, "Sister, don't get excited, sit down and talk slowly." ”

Shu Yunge's delicate brows furrowed, and he asked urgently: "Why did you suddenly become a shareholder of the Fu family, and you are still the largest shareholder?" ”

got up and poured two glasses of red wine, Sheng Mingzhan handed Shu Yunge a glass. He pinched the wine glass lightly with his thumb and forefinger, and the corners of his mouth hooked up in a gloomy arc, "Sister, do you know who caused our family to be ruined?" ”

Shu Yunge's face changed, stared at him and asked, "Who?" ”

"The Fu family." Taking a sip of the red wine in the glass, Sheng Mingzhan leaned back against the sofa, and the smile flashing on his thin lips was cold.

Hearing this, Shu Yunge gasped, and the expression on his pretty face gradually sank.