Rushed to the Dexin Sanatorium, Chu Ying was dusty, and when she went up the steps, her high heels were broken, and her ankle hurt heavily.

Gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, she went to take the elevator.

The elevator descended to the first floor, and the nurse pushed the cart out, she knew Chu Ying, and said hello with a smile, "Miss Chu, it's so late, why are you here?" ”

Chu Ying's lips faded red, and a weak white floated up, and the pain in her ankle made her break out in a cold sweat.

"I've come to see my dad, I haven't been here for days, is he okay?"

The nurse frowned blankly, "The old gentleman was picked up, didn't you call us to arrange it?" ”

"I didn't!"

"Yes, I recognize your voice and phone call, it was picked up by a young lady surnamed Song, don't you know?"

How would she know?

She was locked up in that building these days, and the only thing she could do was to quarrel with Song Yong, coax him, and sleep with him again, day after day, it didn't change.

Chu Ying thought she was very obedient, but Song Yong still didn't let go of her family.

borrowed the phone, Chu Ying stood at the front desk of the nursing home, holding the receiver of the landline phone, and when she was sobbing and crying, the phone was connected.

Song Yong was driving a car looking for someone, and his tone was indifferent, "Which one?" ”

"Where did you get my dad?" Chu Ying was crying, her throat ached, her nose and eyes were sour, but her tone was gritted her teeth, "Why do you want to involve him as an old man in the matter between us?" ”

Father Chu's mental condition is not good, he has never walked out of the mountains in his life, his vision is narrow, his vision is short-sighted, he is an uneducated old man in the countryside, and he is suddenly taken away by a group of strangers, how afraid he should be.

Chu Ying didn't dare to think about it.

Her cry did not awaken Song Yong's conscience, on the contrary, he was even more indifferent, "Where is your father, how do I know?" ”

The crying is still spreading.

Song Yong said word by word: "Aren't you leaving?" Why don't you go a little further and call me, aren't you throwing yourself into the net? ”

"Where's my dad?"

"I don't know."

At this time, Chu Ying couldn't hold back any longer, she cried a little collapsed, she covered the microphone, didn't care about the strange eyes of the front desk nurse, her voice trembled badly, Song Ying didn't like her crying like this, "I'll pick you up and send you to see Dad, don't cry." ”

Speed up your journey to a nursing home.

The evening breeze was blowing, Chu Ying was wearing a skirt, as if she was not too cold, so she sat on the steps, her bare shoulders exposed to the air, Song Yong took off her coat when she got out of the car, walked in front of Chu Ying, and bent down to put it on for her.

At this moment, he forgave her for the crime of escaping.

"Get up, aren't you going to see Daddy?"

Chu Ying got up with the steps, her ankles were already swollen, the road was unstable, and she had to hold on, but Song Ying supported her, but she pushed her away.

There were tears in her eyes, no fragility, only hatred.

“…… I didn't pick up your dad. ”

"Who else is it not you?" As soon as Chu Ying spoke, tears washed down, and she wiped them with her fingertips, "Despicable and shameless, I really misjudged you." ”

"Am I mean?"

For her sake, he begged Song Boyu, but in exchange for only despicability and missight.

It's time to turn around and leave, such a woman who doesn't know what to do, she should be allowed to fend for herself like a weed, she shouldn't pity her, and it's superfluous to feel sorry for her.

Emotions finally overcame the inner struggle, and Song Yong clenched his back molars, "Give you three minutes, don't get in the car forever." ”

The doors closed.

Song Yong sat inside, watching the woman walking in a pair of black high heels, her slender ankles now swollen and high, like a stone blocked in his heart.

The wind swept up the hem of her skirt, there were tear stains on her cheeks, the moonlight was not very good, hidden in the clouds, and disappeared along with her last touch of charm, but the extra wisp of weakness was even more fatal to Song Yong.

When Chu Ying opened the car door, Song Ying tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and pretended to be nothing.

Chu Ying got into the car and didn't move.

"Wear a seatbelt." Song Yong opened his mouth to remind.

Chu Ying turned sideways to pull the seat belt, her movements were very slow, and Song Yong sneered in her ears, "Don't be coy, you smashed the glass in the building, I still have to settle this account with you afterwards." ”

"If you hadn't locked me up and taken my dad away, would I have done this?" Chu Ying buckled up her seat belt, anxious and panicked, "Can you drive quickly?" ”

“…… I said, I didn't take him. ”

"Who else but you would do anything to him?"

When he was in the village, Chu Ying still had a good impression of Song Yong, and even didn't want to deceive him.

Ever since his mood swings became bigger, he began to be irritable and irritable from time to time, and was so extreme that he locked her up, her liking became boredom.

Song Yong's fingertips were numb, and the bitter taste spread up from his throat, "Do you hate me so much now?" ”

"Yes." The tip of Chu Ying's nose was slightly red, and her tone was crying hoarsely, she didn't know how hurtful her words were, "Now you are a madman, with you, I am disgusting!" ”

*

Under the cover of night, Song Yong's car drove out violently as if it were launched.

Song Boyu lowered his hand, slid the gears of the camera, and selected photos that could make a big fuss, these things were handed over to Song's father, and Song Yong didn't know how miserable he was going to die.

One photo after another slid under the eyes, ambiguous, distressed, and even the footage of Song Yong bending down to clothe Chu Ying was captured, and it was still in high definition.

"He's miserable now, do you have to be like this?"

Zhao Zhu can sometimes help Song Boyu, and sometimes he is very disappointed, Song Boyu rolled his eyes, "Where is he miserable?" ”

"Isn't it miserable to be deceived and tricked by a woman?"

"What kind of miserable thing is this, a consensual thing, who forced him?" Song Boyu said righteously, "You men can be called capable when they deceive women, and women who deceive men are debauched, and you are miserable, why, it's really interesting!" ”

The three views between them are always not very compatible.

Zhao Zhu's tone weakened, "That's not what I meant. ”

"I think that's what you mean."

Song Boyu lost interest, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, send me to the nearest photo studio." ”

Zhao Zhu: "...... Do? ”

"Wash the photos, so that I can show them to my father, the good sons he has carefully cultivated have done some good things behind his back, this time, Song Yong will definitely be beaten half to death." She was looking forward to seeing it.

"Don't do that, okay?"

"No way!"

Song Boyu interrupted loudly, "If you don't go, I'll go by myself." ”

Holding the camera, she rushed out of the car angrily, found a nearby photo studio, washed out all the photos, and didn't dare to delay for a second, so she took the photos back to the Song family's old house.

The house was quiet, and the servants finished their last work and went back to their houses.

Song Boyu went upstairs by the faint light, standing in front of Song's father's study door, she held the stack of photos, and after doing a good job of psychological construction, she pushed open the door and walked in.