Song Yuan stared at her deadly, his eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and said: "Song Shi, Song Wei, and Li Ruo have all been imprisoned by you, and Song Chen is now lying in the hospital and is in a vegetative state, what else do you want?" Qingyu, no matter how you say it, I'm also your father. ”

It wasn't until this moment that Song Yuan really realized Song Qingyu's scheming, and at this time, he suddenly didn't dare to be arrogant anymore when he looked at Song Qingyu's eyes that looked like Song Ning.

Song Qingyu looked at him, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, she covered her lips and smiled for a long time before she said coldly: "Father? Luo Yuan, so far, are you still planning to stage this kind of vulgar family drama with me here, which even you don't believe in. ”

Song Yuan's eyes widened: "What do you mean!" ”

The corners of Song Qingyu's mouth pulled up a smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes: "Do you remember how my mother died?" ”

Her voice was very cold, and Song Yuan's heart trembled when she heard it, and there was an incredible look in her old and cloudy eyes, and she pulled the corners of her mouth and said, "Your mother died of childbirth, this is the truth!" ”

"Difficult birth?" Song Qingyu chuckled: "Do you think I believe this kind of nonsense?" ”

Song Yuan couldn't figure out what she meant now, and was still making the last struggle: "Qingyu, I'm your father, don't forget that you have my blood on your body!" ”

Song Qingyu's eyes were as cold as frost: "If I can, I can't wait to drain my own blood." ”

After speaking, she said lightly: "I found the doctor who operated on my mother back then." ”

said lightly, but Song Yuan suddenly panicked.

His fingers were white, and even his lips trembled: "How can it be...... How can it be! ”

Back then, he arranged it so rigorously, he gave the doctor more than 5 million, and let him disappear incognito from then on, how could it be!

Song Qingyu took the document bag from Fu Nan's hand and threw it in front of Song Yuan: "This is the evidence that you illegally embezzled my grandfather's estate back then, as well as the evidence of tampering with the will, as well as the recording of you entering the delivery room to kill my mother, and the doctor's confession." Do you think that by changing your surname, you can cover everything? Luo Yuan, I didn't expect you to be so naïve at your age. ”

"I don't know prison life, can you get used to it." Song Qingyu smiled: "But you don't have to worry, because your crime won't be long in prison before you should be pulled out and shot." ”

She pierced Song Yuan's heart word by word, and the continuous blows had knocked him back to the inferior, sensitive, and frightened Luo Yuan more than twenty years ago.

The long-lost inferiority complex in his heart turned into deep anger and malice, which made him forget for a while that there were police officers behind him, and that there were two bodyguards by Song Qingyu's side.

He quickly took the long whip that he had been waiting for a long time from the servant, and planned to govern Song Qingyu like before, as long as he beat her and subdued her, she would not be able to fix the moth anymore!

But he also forgot that he was now a waste with no hands, and the long whip slowly slipped from his palm before he could swing it.

Song Yuan's eyes stared at his almost crippled arm with scarlet eyes, and the mask on that narrow and selfish face was crumbling inch by inch.

Song Qingyu covered her lips and coughed a few times, and gathered her coat: "Congratulations, your family may be able to reunite in prison, it's good, it's a big New Year, and the family is happy." ”

The policemen glanced at each other, and one of the policemen picked up the document from the ground, flipped through a few pages, and immediately handed it to their captain.

The captain bowed his head, slightly shocked.

The evidence is so conclusive, how many years has it to be investigated in secret?

No wonder Xiao Fu always likes her. It doesn't matter if you look beautiful, your scheming, means, and courage are all outstanding.

After all, three direct kills in one night is not something that just anyone can do.

He sighed to himself, glanced at the others, and the police behind him immediately stepped forward to control Song Yuan.

The sirens were heard endlessly, and Song Yuan, Song Shi and Song Wei were escorted into the police car one by one.

Night is approaching, the sound of firecrackers is everywhere, brilliant fireworks are blooming in the air, the fluttering snow has stopped for some time, and even the cold wind blowing in the ears is much gentler than before.

Song Qingyu stood on the side of the road, with the dark Song family behind her, and the brightly lit city street scene in front of her.

She took two steps and looked down the hill.

The lights of thousands of homes are as bright as a galaxy.

The curvature of the corners of her lips expanded little by little, and Song Qingyu suddenly wanted to go home, back to the home where there were only her and Fu Wenzhou.

She called Song Chang eagerly: "Uncle Chang, go home...... Cough...... I want to go home! ”

The cold wind poured into her lungs, and she began to cough, and before Song Chang could get closer, the rise and fall of her chest suddenly increased, she coughed violently a few times, and when she took the handkerchief away, it was stained with scarlet.

There was a salty smell in his mouth, Song Qingyu stared at the kerchief, and then casually threw away the trash can at the door, and smiled at Song Chang who rushed over, his eyes full of Xinghe: "Uncle Chang, let's go home, I promised Fu Wenzhou to go back to accompany him for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner." ”

Song Chang nodded, the tip of his nose was sour, after so many years, the young lady finally sent the family to the police station with her own hands.

After planning for many years, he couldn't bear it, and now that he has revenge, he should be happy, but for some reason, Song Chang's eyes are very sour.

He held back his tears, and looked at Song Qingyu's eyes full of love: "Hey, let's go home, don't let Mr. Fu wait." ”

The car was speeding all the way, and Song Qingyu had never had a moment in his life like an arrow like now.

She never thought that the Song family was her home before, she was born without a mother, and her grandfather died shortly after learning of her mother's death. She didn't feel at home.

She has lived like an emotionless animal for so many years, and she has always thought that she doesn't need this, until Fu Wenzhou broke in without warning and grabbed her territory without saying anything, Song Qingyu realized that deep down in her heart she longed to have a home.

She wants to have a home with Fu Wenzhou.

Song Qingyu thought that when she got better, she must personally buy a small home for her and Fu Wenzhou, which belonged to them.

When the car was about to drive to the Yalin Villa, it suddenly turned off.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyu asked.

Song Chang frowned and said, "I don't know what's going on, the fire is out, I'll go down and check it...... Miss, it's cold outside, just wait in the car, don't get out of the car...... Finish. ”

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingyu had already pushed open the car door.

She was eager to see Fu Wenzhou.

The wind is cold and the snow is coming.

Song Qingyu propped up a sick and dilapidated body and galloped against the wind, letting the biting cold wind penetrate her body, and ran forward completely disregarded.

Fu Wenzhou stood at the door, leaning against the wall with a cane, and he had been standing here waiting for her to come back since Song Qingyu went out.

In dealing with Song Qingyu, he has always been patient.

The fluttering snowflakes fell again, landing on Fu Wenzhou's shoulder, as if telepathically, he raised his eyes.

A figure in the distance ran towards him.

Fu Wenzhou subconsciously opened his hand and caught Song Qingyu's body for a moment, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was pulled to the maximum.

She was so light that even if his legs were hurt, he didn't get knocked in the slightest.

The man didn't mention that he was on crutches and waiting for her for hours in the snow.

just chuckled dotingly: "Sister, I'm cold." ”

"It's okay." Song Qingyu said, "It's okay, Fu Wenzhou." ”

In the backlight –

Song Chang and Fu Nan and Fu Bei saw them hugging and kissing each other in the heavy snow.