Chapter 382

"She's well maintained."

Lu Nancheng didn't respond. Song Jin said to herself, "it's quite good that she can maintain herself like this at her age."

Jiang Yun, sitting next door, disdained to hear it.

Su Yirou in front of her, also only by second end.

Song Jin looks at the stage. Now it's su Yirou's turn to speak. First of all, she thanks her husband for holding a grand birthday party for her. Even at this time, she doesn't forget to show her love. She deserves to be su Yirou. Her face has long been torn off and she has to stick it back firmly.

She laughs and listens with relish. The birthday party now looks more like their wedding anniversary. The big screen on the back finally lights up with photos of them.

The first one is the wedding photo of the two years ago. This is the first time Song Jin saw it. Her good sister's eyes were not so bad at that time. The young Qin Lang was ok, but she got fat when she was old.

The photos in the back are arranged according to the time line. They are getting older and older. The two in the photos also have traces of time.

Qin Yanran sits down and looks at her parents' love. She is the best witness. It's just the sweetness in the photo, which can't cover up the fact that her father ate secretly. But it doesn't prevent them from showing their love. In fact, love is hypocritical. Who will love from one to the end, but they are all deceiving.

Su Yirou was a little moved and choked with the microphone.

"Over the years, every birthday, my husband will carefully prepare for my birthday party, I want to thank him, thank him for appearing in my life and growing old with me."

Qin Lang then said, "wife, it's my pleasure. No matter what happens, I will always be with you."

Two people on the stage to talk to each other, see is really moving, is not know after a while things happen, whether they can continue to accompany each other down.

Warm applause, Song Jin also applauded with a smile, Qin couple acting good.

At the end of the speech session, it was the cake cutting.

Qin Lang holds his wife in high spirits, and both of them hold the knife to cut it. Just as they cut it, the big screen behind them suddenly releases a recording.

The middle-aged man's voice is calm and steady. It seems that he is slowly telling something about how Su Yirou bought the virus through him and how she gave him a sum of money.

It seems that the recording is not enough, but also to release the evidence of contact and collection.

As soon as Su Yirou hears the sound, her hair stands upright and looks at the big screen in horror. She tears and shouts to turn off the speaker and screen.

If it's so easy to turn off, her people are too busy.

The following guests are at a loss. Some of them don't understand what's wrong. Even Qin Lang thinks something's wrong. The man just said that Su Yirou paid for the virus. How could this happen.

What does she do with the virus? It's all years ago. How can it explode today.

Su Yirou shouts crazily. The big screen is still on. On it is a photo of Su's family, which is also provided by Zhuang Jingrui.

The old photo turns yellow, but the face is clear. When Jiang Yun sees the girl sitting next to Su Yirou, he immediately looks at Song Jin. It seems that he suddenly wants to understand something, and his eyes are wide.

Zhuang Shaoyang also instantly want to understand, surprised to get up, was pressed down by Zhuang Jingrui: "don't move, take a good look."

He breathed faster and immediately looked at Song Jin.

With her lips and eyes shining, she let go of Lu Nancheng's hand and stood up. Now it's time for her to perform.

She looked at Su with a soft look of horror, holding her skirt, and went on the stage with confidence and calm. Her step was firm and her skirt swayed. She seemed to be the queen who came to revenge and nailed her on the cross.

Song Jin was as like as two peas before her old photo. The guests below had already heard a surprise.

She stooped to pick up the microphone on the ground, and her voice was clear: "do you think I'm very similar to Mrs. Qin's sister Su Yimu?"

Zhuang Shaoyang from the stage shouting: "like."

She raised her eyebrow and said with a smile, "Mrs. Qin, have you ever been afraid of my face?"

Su Yirou has prepared for the worst, she is Su Yimu, come back to revenge.

"Mrs. Lu, you are Song Jin. How can I be afraid? You are just alike."

"Mrs. Qin, you are still pretending. Why don't you tell the guests what you did to your sister? By traveling, he murdered her on the sea. He was afraid that she would not die. He was even more cruel. He injected her with the virus to ensure that she was safe. Later, he disguised himself as an accident. Only you came back alive and inherited the Su family. "

Su Yirou watched Song Jin's red lips open and close. Her face turned white and her legs softened. "What are you talking about? How can I do this to my sister? She has been dead for so many years. Who are you?"

Song Jin approached with a smile: "good question. Who am I? I'm your sister Yimu. You don't know my face? "

Su Yirou tried to maintain her final composure: "Mrs. Lu, don't joke. Even if my sister is alive, she is not your age now.""It seems that my sister doesn't believe it, so I have to show you the evidence."

Song Jin has been ready for a long time. Her good sister will definitely deny it. She takes out the paternity certificate with her father and throws it directly into her arms.

"My sister, take a good look at my relationship with my father."

She doesn't need to look down, they just need to listen.

Su to soft shake hands to see, completely don't believe the above identification, she identified several times, it doesn't matter.

"It must be false."

"I can find someone to identify. If my sister doesn't believe me, we can even do it again, twice or three times."

"I won't believe it. My sister is dead."

"Sister, even if I stand in front of you, you will not recognize me. How much do you want your sister to die, so that no one can tell the truth. You killed people disguised as an accident and escaped for more than 20 years."

Song Jin's words are like thunder exploding in her ears. Su Yirou almost stands unsteadily and staggers to support the table. Her eyes are straight and her body is trembling.

Qin Lang stood aside for a long time. It turned out that her sister-in-law, who had died for many years, was murdered by his wife. He felt numb and married a murderer himself.

He couldn't digest at all. His face was black and dull.

Qin Yanran is already sobbing. How can her mother do such a thing? It's killing people.

She couldn't sit still at all, hiding in the corner crying.

Song Jin doesn't plan to let her go like this: "sister, I know you want the Su family. If you tell me, maybe I'll give it to you. Why kill me?"

"I didn't, I didn't."

"I've found you the witness who helped you in those years. Now he's outside the door. Do you want to see him? Even after so many years, I think you should know each other. "

Her tone is not fast or slow, but she is pressing step by step.