"Hmm!"

Yan Jiaohu's body trembled, her pink and fair face was covered with pink, and she struggled to leave Song Heng's arms with disgust.

I've lived for more than 20 years and I've never been spanked like this, and that feeling is like my heart is crawling with ants, crispy and numb.

"What's the matter, no!"

Yan Jiaohu glared, grabbed Song Heng's dishonest hands, and continued to analyze Song Heng.

"This is called public opinion advantage, do you understand! If they bully you so much, you should be sanctioned by public opinion! At first, I was worried that these things would affect you after they came to light, but..."

The always tough little tiger girl cried aggrievedly, choked up: "But I can't help you, I feel very uncomfortable, I have thought about it for a long time, only this method can help you." ”

"At least Song Hongwei targets you again, and the spit will drown them, which is counted... It can be regarded as giving you an outlet for bad anger. ”

The confession of such a kind, simple, innocent and lovely straight-ball girl made Song Heng's heart extremely warm, and he gently wiped away the tears on Yan Jiaohu's face.

Feeling the tenderness of his hand brushing his cheeks, and Song Heng's eyes full of tenderness, Yan Jiaohu wanted to lower her head shyly, but she couldn't help but want to take a few more looks.

Yan Jiaohu is the kind of delicate and sunny sports short-haired beauty, with three-dimensional facial features, plus proper exercise, her body and skin are very perfect, as long as she is a man, she can't sit still.

In the depths of love, Song Heng hugged Yan Jiaohu's slender and elastic waist and gave him a deep kiss.

Feeling the scorching breath, Yan Jiaohu's heart almost jumped out of her chest, trembling like electricity, and she responded hard and clumsily.

Ten minutes later, Yan Jiaohu separated from Song Heng with a flushed face, her breath was like an orchid, she breathed heavily, and looked at Song Heng nervously but expectantly.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me."

Yan Jiaohu stretched out a slender jade finger against Song Heng's lips, her eyes were full of tenderness, and she said: "You saved my life, I am the one who should say thank you, Song Heng..."

She took a deep breath, mustered up the courage, and finally said the words, "I love you!" ”

"Didi! Remind the host that the check-in task is complete and the ability to gain will be enabled in a day's time! ”

Song Heng's heart moved, but at this time, he had no time to care about what his ability had turned on, he hugged Yan Jiaohu tightly and sent a sincere and fanatical kiss!

Soft jazz music plays in the coffee shop, and ambiguity permeates the box at this moment.

…

Compared with Song Heng's comfort and happiness at this time, the Song family can be described as gloomy.

Those bosses still had a little conscience, and when they threw Song Ziyang away, they notified Song Hongwei of the approximate location.

After learning what happened in the warehouse, Song Hongwei and his wife, who had just climbed to the pinnacle of life and had not experienced happiness for a long time, were immediately thrown into the abyss!

When Song Ziyang was found, Song Ziyang's body was already crawling with maggots, and his body exuded a disgusting stench, and even the ambulance staff couldn't stand it, vomited again and again, and finally endured it and sent him to the best hospital in the city.

Song Hongwei sat on the hospital corridor in a daze, and most of the water on the company's books was siphoned off by Song Ziyang, which was undoubtedly a disaster for the company!

And Tang Manqing cried with red eyes, and screamed with great resentment: "It's Song Heng again!" It's Song Heng again! Why don't you die yet! Why! ”

Tang Manqing cried loudly, and when she saw the miserable appearance of her own son, her heart and liver were about to cry.

In her eyes, her son is obviously the kind of good boy who is well-behaved and sensible, how could he end up in this field!

At this time, the surgeon who operated on Song Ziyang walked out, wiped his sweat tiredly, and walked towards Song Hongwei and his wife.

"Doctor! How's my son doing! Is there anything wrong? ”

"Ziyang, can he recover! Doctor! ”

The doctor shook his head regretfully and said hoarsely: "Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, you may have to be mentally prepared. Song Gongzi's life was saved, but..."

"His lower body has been devastated, and it's all rotten, and we have to... Remove them all, or the infection will spread, and he will surely die. ”

The doctor paused.

"To put it simply, Young Master Song may have lost the basic ability of a man in the future."

Song Hongwei was like being struck by lightning, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant, and he sat on the ground, speechless.

And Tang Manqing knew that her son would not be able to be a man in the future, so she collapsed at that time, she scratched the attending doctor with her sharp nails like crazy, and screamed wildly.

"I paid hundreds of thousands of medical bills, and you can't make my son a man! Why don't you become a man! Yes! I don't care, you have to cure my son! ”

The attending doctor didn't dare to fight back, the scene was a mess, fighting, pulling, and persuading, it became like a pot of porridge, only Song Hongwei looked into the distance with empty eyes.

After the effect of the anesthetic slowly passed, Song Ziyang also woke up that night.

He was lying on the bed, his mind was blank, the pungent smell of disinfectant water, and the miserable white light made him dazed for a while, and everything was like a dream.

It wasn't until five minutes later that he slowly regained his senses, but the extreme pain in his lower body made him sweat coldly and almost fainted.

"Shhhhh

Song Ziyang trembled in pain, but a huge fear came from his heart, because...

He didn't feel that aspect of himself anymore, not at all!

"Nurse! Nurse! ”

Song Ziyang screamed hysterically, struggled and rolled to the ground like crazy, slapped the ground, and asked the nurse what was the situation.

After getting the expected answer, Song Ziyang's teeth squeaked and roared with resentment.

"Song Heng! I won't kill you! Swear not to be a man! ”

In the Song family's mansion, Song Hongwei sat on the sofa decadently, drinking sip of stuffy wine, his hair was white, and his hatred for Song Heng had filled his chest, but Song Ziyang's injury hit him even harder.

Because it means that the Song family... Last!

After a lifetime of hard work, now his son has been abolished, the other son has turned against him, and the company's debt collection calls are one after another...

Song Hongwei was discouraged, but Tang Manqing stood next to Song Hongwei unrelentingly.

"Song Hongwei, you are still not a man after all! Your son was beaten like this by that, and you don't feel distressed at all, right? ”

She laughed miserably, as if she had been greatly wronged, and her face was full of tears.

"I see! Now you see that my son is useless and can't have children, so you think that our mother and son are useless, right? You want to get back your Song Heng to come back and inherit the family business, right! ”

She hit Song Hongwei like a madman, Song Hongwei was already extremely irritable, and when Tang Manqing made such a fuss, the evil fire in his heart suddenly rushed up, he stood up and slapped Tang Manqing in the face.