Chapter 294

Song's mother put the cup on the tea table, wiped her hands with a napkin, and said, "Mom, I'll teach you a lesson later. Don't be angry."

"You teach me a lesson?" Old lady song raised her voice and hissed, "you don't look in the mirror to see your own virtue. If you don't look like a dog, you'll be inferior to the dung stall on the road. Manure can be used as fertilizer. What can you do? If you can't have a son, you'll have two daughters. One is unfilial and the other is a waste. Why do you think my song family has become such a star sweeper? "

Old lady song was mean and stingy. The more she said, the more she worked hard.

"Mom, please stop..." Song's mother blushed with heartache, and her voice choked.

Song's mother just lowered her head and wiped her tears.

But song Qingcheng only felt the "buzz" in her brain. For a long time, she couldn't recover from her grandmother's bad words.

"You are not as good as the dung stall on the road"

"a son can't be born"

"an unfilial son, a waste"

"you are such a broom star on the stall"

the words whirled back and forth in her ears, tormenting her nerves and burning those lively flames.

"I don't say?" Hearing that old lady song spoke again, it seemed that she was not discouraged enough. She continued: "I don't say it. I'm afraid I won't close my eyes until I die."

"You don't close your eyes, that's because you don't want to die, you don't want to die." Song Qingcheng finally couldn't bear it. She came over and pushed her sad mother aside. Then she continued: "my mother didn't give birth to a son to the Song family. What's the matter? At least she had two sensible daughters. You can have a son... "

Speaking of this, song Qingcheng laughs sarcastically, "the son you gave birth to is not only delicious, lazy but also greedy for gambling and drinking. You see how face you have and how beautiful you are!"

The last sentence is a low roar.

"Qing Cheng, what are you talking about?" Song's mother knew what she said, so she took her daughter to her.

But song Qingcheng was mad. Except for the anger in her mind, she couldn't make sense at all. She also endured to the limit, and no longer wanted to swallow it, so she let it go.

Song Qingcheng pushed his mother away, still standing stubbornly.

The old lady song on the sofa was angry, her face was blue and white, and she was shaking badly. At this time, song Fu Hu, who had been watching TV in his room, came out with a face.

"What's the noise? What are you arguing about? " Song Fu roared.

Song's mother was so scared that she dragged song Qingcheng to protect her. After all, in the past, no matter how much they quarreled, song's father never spoke. Most of the time, it was the same as not hearing them.

But this time I got so angry that it was not easy to stop.

But song Qingcheng didn't compromise. Today, she just wanted to suppress the bad atmosphere of the family. If it's a big deal, it will make everyone break up.

She can no longer let her mother live such a life of humiliation, even if it is to take her mother to beg, at least live a comfortable life.

All of a sudden, Mrs. song started to cry, "son, I can't live anymore Your mother, I've worked so hard to support you. You didn't say a word to me. Now it's time for a weaned girl to teach your mother I don't live any more. I can't live any more You let me die... "

Old lady song cried and got up from the sofa to bump against the wall. Song's mother screamed and rushed up to pull old lady song, but song Qingcheng directly pulled her mother.

Grandma's play is for her father. Naturally, this opportunity is for him. Of course, if her father didn't do it, she would just see how brave grandma was.

"Ma Mom Calm down, your son will support you! " Song's father stopped the old lady. He was annoyed and annoyed.

"You?" Old lady song sobbed sadly, pointing to song Qingcheng, "she just scolded you that kind of words, you can still be nothing to hear, I don't have such a worthless son! You let me die. It's better than being angry. "

Old lady song pretends to push away her father.

Song's father hugged her tightly, "Mom Mom, take it easy. Son, I've come out to solve this problem. You can't even give your son one chance, can you? "

Old lady song finally waited for her son and nodded, "OK, then you say, how do you plan to solve it. First of all, I'll make it clear that this family has me or not, or they or not. You can choose for yourself! "

Old lady song is resolute this time.

"Ma, this There's no need to be so stiff? " Song's father was also embarrassed. In the heart is also pondering: This Song Qing City is not easy to open up, close to the rich, this if drive them out, is not too bad.

"She can steal the money you paid for her life. What can't she do? Maybe I'm going to kick you out with this money! " Old lady song continued to speak ill.When it comes to money, it can be regarded as hitting song's father's heart. Instead, he said to song Qingcheng, "yes, song Qingcheng, give me the compensation. That's my money. You can't move a cent. "

"Dad, I really don't have the right to move this money. However, I have to pay for the nearly one million project funds you owe, and I have to pay for the hundreds of thousands you spent in hospital. Now that some of the money has been recovered, shouldn't I pay it back? " Song Qingcheng naturally asked.

"You said you borrowed them. Who saw them? I think it's your private money. " Old lady song put in a fire.

Song Qingcheng suddenly felt a flame running straight to her forehead. She turned to old lady song and asked her face in a overcast voice: "so, grandma, did you give me so much private money?"

"You hang out all day, who knows where you come from." Old song snorted coldly.

Song Qingcheng didn't want to talk with this kind of crap, and turned to his father, "Dad, the total amount of money is 830000, even the wages I gave you to those workers are not enough. In other words, I have to make money to pay back the hundreds of thousands of people you are hospitalized. Therefore, I can't give you all the money. "

Song Qingcheng naturally knows that there are all kinds of compensation from her father in the money. She didn't plan to buy a house with all of them. Originally, I planned to give tens of thousands of yuan to my father to play a small card for the new year, and then to my mother to do some new year's goods, add some clothes, and then take all the rest to buy a house.

Song Fu's face suddenly became ugly. "It's your business to pay those workers. If you want to be your philanthropist, it's none of my business. In addition, your father was hospitalized to save his life. As a daughter, you should have paid for it. It's your responsibility. As for whether it's borrowed or not, only you know. If you don't hand in the eighty-three thousand points, I'll go to your school today to find your headmaster. I want to see how they educate their students to be disobedient. "